Chapter 921 King of Heaven

Beat the drum.

The sky is shaking.

The earth is as evil as hell.

In front of the school grounds.

Sitting on the white jade cloud table, the wine bottle in the middle-aged man's hand lay calmly with blood-colored wine.

His appearance is upright, handsome and unrestrained. Age has not added bitterness to him, but has become more calm, bringing the charm of seal carving with the years.

Like an immortal king who has entered his thirties with dignity, he is overlooking his kingdom from the sky.

Calm and confident.

Even if the bright red on his abdomen penetrated the white silk, it did not affect his heroism and happiness at all.

One can tell at a glance that this person is definitely an unparalleled hero.

If you are a young man, you may have already worshiped him in your heart and have the desire to follow you. If you are a woman, you may also throw yourself into his arms and have a taste of the greatness of this world.

He also drank like a great hero, but when the wine bottle was poured, not a drop was missed.

He cherishes the contents of his glass like a man who has been dry for several days in the desert, even though the wine in his glass is not that good, and may even be just a glass of ordinary water.

The two wild beasts fought fiercely.

Blood sprinkled at his feet, and he frowned slightly, not because the blood covered his clothes and soiled his robes, but because he disliked the fact that the fight between the two wild beasts was not good-looking.

The heavily struck wild beast fell at his feet.

The victorious beast roars.

The mountain-like body suddenly rushed forward.

It looked like he was rushing towards the wild beast, but he was actually facing a man holding a wine bottle.

The man tilted his head slightly.

A figure walked out from the shadow of the white jade throne beside him.

That was a monk as cold as iron.

He was wearing light-colored robes, with black hair and black eyes, and his gaze was like the cold light of the sharpest weapon.

No one saw his move, and the head of the charging wild beast had already left its body and fell heavily to the ground with a huge sound.

The man who got up looked around. The deck of the black iron giant ship was full of monks wearing armor such as swords, halberds and spears. As the Zuotian King of the Asura Sect, his palace was a supreme fortress, and he carried countless masters. .

This time he rushed back to the Great Cult from the North just for the sake of becoming the leader of the Great Cult.

"It seems that Luo Manping did a good thing."

When Luo Tianpeng stood up, the beautiful female cultivators on both sides hurriedly stepped forward and put a cloak on him.

He said this, but his face was neither happy nor sad. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy about this matter. Even his voice was very dull.

It seems that the leader's only son, the young master of the Asura clan, is just an insignificant person.

A short night demon half-knelt on the ground and saluted: "Reporting to the King of Heaven, Elder Li kept it a secret, and his subordinates did not find any trace of the young master. They said that he went to Nirvana after welcoming the young master back. The Blood God Palace is supposed to inspire the young master’s Shura body.”

"I don't know that Luo Manping, who only knows how to fight and kill without using his brain, can do it so carefully."

"do you know?"

Luo Tianpeng said calmly.

"have no idea."

It was the iron-clad man who responded to him.

The man kept his head lowered.

Luo Tianpeng didn't seem to care about the man's answer at all, and said to himself: "To be able to do this carefully, either the person who planned this is very smart, and can bypass everyone with a few tricks, not even Mr. Shu." There is no way to find out the clues, or there are many people helping him. "

"What can I do to help him?"

"Help him hide it from me."

Luo Tianpeng still looked as usual: "Of course the clan elders will turn a blind eye to this matter, or even ignore it."

"Because they don't want another Luo Tianfeng to appear."

When he talked about Luo Tianfeng, there was finally a look in his eyes.

It was a kind of admiration, respect, and an indescribable praise. It was the sympathy between heroes, but it turned into coldness and pleasure in an instant, as if he had finally moved a mountain that blocked Qingyun.

"What is the Lord doing?"

"No."

"He's dying of old age."

"The King of Heaven once said that he would like to rule Nantian forever."

"Yeah."

Luo Tianpeng didn't look convinced at all.

The older people are, the less willing they are to leave.

If you don't want to die, you will take one last crazy step in the hope of taking a step further or getting a treasure that will extend your life.

Although the Right Protector of the Great Sect and the Old Heavenly King were upright and upright, he did not believe that anyone could be so calm and able to safely guard the border at the moment when the Great Sect was in a vacuum.

Luo Tianpeng stared into the distance.

Even though the Holy Lord was dead, his head was beheaded, and he was completely dead, he still couldn't take over the entire religion immediately.

Not to mention the old Heavenly King of Nantian and the candidates for the new Zuo Guardian, there are also the Ten Laws of Shura, the eight leading clan elders, the lineage of the Holy Lord, the various churches, and the helms. If he wants to completely take over unless he becomes the leader immediately.

But becoming a leader requires giving up the identity of the King of Heaven.

He doesn't want to give up.

Not only is he unwilling to give up, he also wants to firmly hold on to the identity of the Heavenly King, eliminate the stubbornness and the old Heavenly King in the clan, completely unify the great religion, and never implement the old laws again.

Only in this way can the Asura clan stand out from the hundreds of clans and become the top clan.

Since ancient times, no great clan has been divided.

Split means that the strength cannot be gathered in one place, and it has to be restrained by others in the church.

Since Luo Tianfeng couldn't do it, he would die and become a withered skeleton.

Let him, Luo Tianpeng, take over the teaching.

"Mr. Book?"

"My subordinate is here."

"Tell me, will I succeed in this trip?"

Luo Tianpeng looked at the short monk who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The short monk who looked a little thin hurriedly saluted.

He exclaimed: "The Heavenly King is a man of great talent and strategy, and his cultivation is unparalleled. When there is a big change in the sect, it is time for the Heavenly King to take charge and revive the glory of the Asura clan. The Heavenly King should be the holy leader, the heroic leader, and the wise leader of the Asura clan!"

"Hahaha."

...

The momentum came before the person arrived.

The voice of welcoming the Heavenly King back to the sect resounded throughout the sect.

Xura Mountain, War God Temple.

There were six of the Ten Dharmas present.

Even the eight elders who had never shown up had three sitting in charge.

Not to mention the elders.

There were three hundred tables in the long hall, full of monks.

Anyone who came to this hall would be shocked.

Because three hundred tables still made the hall empty and deserted.

The hall had no complicated patterns or luxurious decorations. It was solemn and broad. No matter who stepped into it, they would put away their frivolity and become solemn.

At the end of the long hall.

A young man was sitting on a huge chair as wide as a throne.

Sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

A single horn with eyes on his head.

The great saint Luo Manping, who possessed the power of the Ten Shura Laws, stood beside the chair like a housekeeper, with his hands lowered in respect.

Click.

A figure broke into the light and shadow.

It was a tall man, like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Next to him was a young man with black hair and black eyes, and behind him were the four hall masters, five masters, and twelve deputies.

The monks who came in formed a seemingly complicated team, but compared with the people in the War God Temple, they seemed thin, as if they were not worth mentioning.

The moment the middle-aged man stepped into the War God Temple, everyone stood up.

Silent salute.

The middle-aged man walked calmly from the center of the hall.

It takes at least two or three thousand steps to walk from one end of the hall to the other. He walked very slowly. No matter how slow he walked, no one was dissatisfied. They saluted respectfully like motionless puppets, holding wine bottles.

Approaching.

The middle-aged man waved his hand slightly.

"Go."

The four hall masters, five masters, and twelve assistants behind him found their seats and sat down.

However, the middle-aged man did not sit in his seat, but continued to move forward and stepped onto the steps of the Holy Lord.

"Insolent!"

The old man who had been sitting for a long time shouted angrily.

Luo Tianpeng paused and looked sideways, saying nothing.

"If you say another word, your life will be over."

The young man with black hair and black eyes stared at him coldly.

The old man saw that no one agreed, but it was not easy to continue to say more, so he could only blush.

The tall monk sitting on the top, holding his sleeves, raised his eyelids and said lightly: "The Heavenly King went on an expedition to the north, suppressed the alien races, and wiped out the evildoers, but he should not be proud of his achievements."

"Heavenly King, you are overstepping your authority."

Luo Tianpeng's indifference suddenly disappeared, and he said with a smile: "What did the elder Qian say? It's not that Peng is proud of his achievements, but I saw that my sworn brother's only son returned safely, and I was overjoyed. I couldn't help but take a few steps forward and wanted to take a closer look."

"Lest some people find a fake to fool us old ministers."

"If so, wouldn't it chill the hearts of people all over the world."

The elder Qian didn't stop him.

Luo Manping raised his eyes and stared at the Heavenly King Zuo who was walking up.

"Nephew."

"You are finally back."

"I am your second uncle!"

Luo Tianpeng pressed Yang Wu's shoulders and wiped his eyes as if he was crying.

Yang Wu was at a loss, and was even more moved, but a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

If he hadn't known something in advance, he would have really thought that the second uncle in front of him was a good person. In fact, this person was the instigator, their opponent and enemy.

"Second...uncle."

"Hey."

"Good boy."

Luo Tianpeng sighed: "Originally, the second uncle hurried back to find your whereabouts, but I didn't expect you to have returned, and you are so outstanding. In this way, the second uncle is relieved."

"Don't worry, your father was assisted by me back then, and now you are in charge of the great sect, and the second uncle is also dedicated."

"I will never allow anyone in the great sect to steal your authority by relying on your young age."

Luo Manping's expression changed.

After just a few words, the monks in the room were already whispering.

Among them, there were many who had followed Luo Tianfeng, and they also lowered their suspicions at this moment.

Logically speaking, the two were as close as brothers, and there was no conflict, so it was impossible for them to take action.

Moreover, the Heavenly King who rushed back had no intention of taking over the great sect, but wanted to assist his brother's only son.

"How can we entrust the great sect to a child when the lord is young and the country is in doubt?"

"In my Asura clan, the strong are respected."

"The strong are the leaders!"

"Shut up."

"If anyone wants to challenge, they must pass me first."

Luo Tianpeng suppressed the speech with a cold eye.

The people under the seat really stopped talking.

...

The banquet ended.

Luo Tianpeng was walking on the way back to the palace, and suddenly said: "Fake!"