Chapter 2141 The Unrivaled City Lord!

Liang Yan glanced at everyone and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

In the battle between the north and the south, many heroes died and their spirits were severely damaged. The strength of Wushuang City is no longer what it used to be.

The only good thing is that many of the younger generations have already shown amazing talents after being baptized by the flames of war.

If they can grow up, they can become the pillars of Wushuang City in the future.

However, this takes time...

In the Lingxu Hall, among the seven people there was a young man with fine features, but it was Wu Ci who had practiced the "Nine Transformations of Xiaoyao Kung".

He had to rejuvenate nine times. Before, he had the appearance of a boy. After this battle, his strength had a breakthrough, and he had transformed into a teenager in half a year.

Wu Ci was the deputy city lord. He stood on the right side of Liang Yan and said in a deep voice: "Palace Master Liang, during the time you were unconscious, Ning Xia was in charge of all the affairs of Bihai Palace, and there were no gaps."

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "Of course I can trust Ning Xia."

Wu Ci added: "The catastrophe has passed, and several places in Wushuang City have been affected by the war and suffered great damage. We plan to send people to the South China Sea to mine some necessary seabed crystals to recast the defense of Wushuang City."

Liang Yan nodded: "This matter is very necessary. If there is a shortage of people, you can mobilize people from my Bihai Palace."

"There are enough manpower..."

Wu Ci pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed at the two people in the palace: "This is the master of Zhengyang Palace, Gu Songji, and this is the master of Yunjin Palace, Gu Junxiang... They both made breakthroughs in this battle, although their cultivation Slightly lower, but barely adequate.”

"I've met Palace Master Liang!"

Both Gusong Jushi and Gu Junxiang bowed their hands to Liang Yan.

"Haha, you two are extremely talented. I believe that you will be able to be the master of this palace."

Liang Yan smiled and nodded.

However, his eyes immediately turned to Wu Ci.

"Fellow Taoist Wu Ci, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile but not a smile.

He asked himself three questions in a row. In fact, it was not necessary at all. No matter how slow Liang Yan was, he could still react.

Sure enough, Wu Ci looked solemn, walked among the crowd, bowed to Liang Yan and said:

"The Lord of Linghu City has passed away. We are petitioning to ask Palace Lord Liang to take over as the Lord of Wushuang City!"

It seemed that they had been rehearsed a long time ago. As soon as Wu Ci finished speaking, the other five people also bent down and saluted at the same time:

"Please ask Palace Master Liang to take over as the Lord of Wushuang City!"

After hearing this, Liang Yan glanced at everyone: "So you tricked me into coming here today just because you want me to succeed the city lord?"

Wu Ci and others said in unison: "The position of city lord belongs to none other than Palace Master Liang!"

Liang Yan didn't answer immediately. He put away his smile and looked noncommittal.

Lord of Wushuang City, this is not only status, but also responsibility.

Now that the catastrophe has just passed, the city is in ruins and waiting for revitalization. If you become the city lord, you will have to work hard to revitalize Wushuang City.

Liang Yan had a plan. He really wanted to see the "Eastern Yun Lingzhou" that the angry monk mentioned before he left.

But if you become the city lord, this plan will not be realized for the time being...

Seeing Liang Yan showing hesitation, Wu Ci, Ning Xia and others hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Liang, there are no saints in Wushuang City. Only you can compete with the saints. If you are not the lord of this city, Wushuang City will probably fall." ”

After hearing these words, Liang Yan's expression finally changed.

Wushuang City was Linghu Bai's foundation, and Liang Yan couldn't bear to see it decline.

But if you agree to Wu Ci, you must stay in Antarctic Fairy Continent...

After thinking about it, Liang Yan finally sighed, nodded slightly and said, "In that case, then I will be the lord of this city."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Ci and others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

"Great! Fellow Daoist Liang is well-received by everyone. Only if you become the city lord will other people be convinced."

"Succession as city lord is a big deal! We must choose an auspicious day and hold a grand succession ceremony. In addition, we must invite fellow Taoists from all over the world to come and congratulate us!"

"Yes, the name of the 'Immortal Sword Immortal' has long been spread throughout the Antarctic Immortal Continent. Now as long as this news is released, I don't know how many monks will come here to admire it. It will be spectacular by then!"

Several palace masters were talking about it, and they all seemed very excited.

Liang Yan was a little helpless. He originally didn't want to be the city lord, but now that the catastrophe had just passed and the situation was initially determined, someone was really needed to stabilize the morale of the army.

Obviously, he is the only candidate.

"That's it, let's stay here for now, and then pass the position of city lord to Wu Ci after the situation stabilizes." Liang Yan secretly made a decision in his heart.

The others didn't know what he was thinking, but they were all smiling, especially Wu Ci, whose face was the most excited.

"Fortunately, my Taoist friends are here. Linghu City Lord's tens of thousands of years of foundation must not be destroyed by our hands! My Taoist friends are swordsmen, divine masters, and have the appearance of becoming a saint. They will definitely lead Wushuang City back to its peak in the future!"

After hearing this, Ning Xia smiled and said: "This is natural. Needless to say, City Lord Liang's potential? Let's quickly finalize the date and then send out invitations widely so that Taoist friends from all sects can come and celebrate."

"Um……"

Wu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly and calculated for a moment: "Yes, three months from now, the seventh day of July will be the most auspicious day!"

After everyone heard this, they all looked at Liang Yan.

"City Lord, what do you think?"

Liang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this.

The succession ceremony hasn't even been held yet, everyone is calling "City Lord"...

Why do you feel afraid that he will regret it?

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After the North-South War, the bloody magic circle that Emperor Zangtian used to sacrifice all living beings was destroyed by the saints.

The dark clouds that once shrouded billions of lives have finally dissipated...

The Antarctic continent has regained its vitality.

However, in this war, how many sects suffered a catastrophe and how many heroes were buried in the mountains?

Even the "Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities" that were once prosperous have now disappeared in the long river of history...

Everyone pursues immortality in cultivation, but where is there an eternal existence?

Even saints are no exception. Even if they have eternal life, they cannot escape this catastrophe of heaven and earth...

Just when all sects were busy rebuilding their sects, a piece of news spread throughout the Antarctic continent:

"Immortal Sword Immortal" Liang Yan has awakened from his coma and will inherit the position of the city lord of Wushuang City!

At this moment, the entire Antarctic Fairyland was boiling.

When Liang Yan was still unconscious, the name "Immortal Sword Immortal" had spread all over the continent.

Everyone knew that it was he who single-handedly resisted the saint and cut the dragon vein, which laid the foundation for the victory of Antarctic Fairyland.

Although "Nine Saints Slaughtering Demons" was also thrilling, for ordinary people, saints were too far away.

In comparison, Liang Yan, a cultivator in the Tribulation Realm who had only survived the second disaster, could arouse their yearning even more!

Especially "receiving seven moves from the saint without dying", this matter made everyone feel excited!

In their previous cognition, the saint was the sky, and once entering the saint realm, he was no longer ordinary!

No matter how strong your cultivation was, even top masters like Ning Bugui and Dan Yangsheng could not block a move from the saint.

Under this strong contrast, Liang Yan's deeds became more and more mysterious, and various versions appeared, and in the end it was a bit like a myth...

July 7th.

In Wushuang City, auspicious clouds surged, the clouds were full of rays of light, and countless colorful streamers intertwined and danced, reflecting the dazzling sky and earth!

The colorful fairy silk floated in the air, like dancing clouds. The disciples of the five palaces walked on the clouds and shuttled between the mountains. Everyone was smiling and talking happily.

Today's Wushuang City attracted the attention of everyone in the entire Antarctic Fairyland!

Outside the city, cultivators from various sects came in the air.

Some people were wearing colorful fairy robes, with fluttering belts, like characters in fairy paintings.

Some people rode on magical spirit beasts, which were majestic and exuded a powerful aura.

Some people came to play music, and the fairy music was floating, like a dream.

There were also powerful cultivators who came in the air, and every step they took in the void caused ripples...

At the gate of the city, Wu Ci was wearing a brocade robe, and behind him stood the leaders of the younger generation of Wushuang City, and everyone was smiling.

"Heavenly Demon Mountain comes to congratulate, and sends a pair of 'Eastern Sea Demon Teng'!"

In the air, a purple ship broke through the air, with hundreds of disciples from Heavenly Demon Mountain on board, each with strong cultivation and high spirits.

The first person in purple clothes was none other than the Extreme Demon Lord!

"Wushuang City has a successor, which is a cause for celebration!"

The Extreme Demon Lord laughed, led the people from Heavenly Demon Mountain to descend from the ship, strode over, and bowed to Wu Ci in congratulations.

Wu Ci smiled slightly: "The succession of City Lord Liang is not only a blessing for Wushuang City, but also a blessing for the Antarctic Fairyland."

"Yes, yes!" Jisheng Demon Lord nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "City Lord Linghu is wise and brave, and only Liang Yan can inherit his position. I don't obey anyone here, only City Lord Liang!"

After hearing this, Wu Ci smiled even more: "Daoyou have come from afar. Now there is still some time before the stage ceremony. You might as well go into the city to rest for a while. There are fairy fruits and fine wines in the city. After I receive the distinguished guests, I will come and drink with you."

"Haha, it's a deal. I'll wait for you in the city!"

Jisheng Demon Lord was also unusually happy. After saying goodbye to Wu Ci, he led the disciples of Tianmo Mountain into the city.

"Baiyu City, send three thousand kilograms of "Fairy Jade"!"

In the distance, clouds and mists were floating, and two hundred disciples of Baiyu City walked out of the clouds. The leader was a woman, and she exuded an icy aura.

"Fellow Daoist, you have come from afar, thank you for your hard work." Wu Ci smiled slightly.

After hearing this, Bei Mingjing's mouth actually curled up a faint smile, like a corner of a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years melted in the sun.

Even Wu Ci was stunned...

The next moment, Bei Mingjing nodded to him and led the monks of Baiyu City behind him into the city.

"The gift from Wanshou Mountain is 365 'Lingyang Beast Rings'!"

"The gift from Kunwu City is 6 'Wuyin Peaches'!"

"The gift from Shennong Mountain is 1 acre of 'Holy Spirit Soil'!"

"The gift from Xuanyuan City is 30 sets of 'Battle Armor' and 20,000 kilograms of 'Xueyang Mine'!"

...

The major forces arrived one after another, and Wu Ci gradually became busy.

He personally welcomed the huge forces such as the "Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities". As for other sects, they were all received by the elders and five palace masters of Wushuang City.

In this way, they were busy from early morning to noon in a blink of an eye.

It was almost time for the grand ceremony, and all the forces were almost there.

Suddenly, a cloud of mist fell from the sky, and the sound of fairy music was heard, and several graceful female cultivators walked out of the mist.

"Yuzhu Mountain came to congratulate, giving a gift of 'Bi Hai Jade Flute' and ten 'Tingyin Treasure Bamboo'!"

Wu Ci looked intently and saw that the person who came was in white clothes, but it was Baili Xuanyin, the sub-sage of Yuzhu Mountain!

"I haven't seen you Taoist friend Baili for many years, and he looks even better than before!" Wu Ci clasped his hands in his fists and smiled.

"Fellow Taoist, you've received the award. How can my meager Taoist skills compare to your magical skills?" Baili Xuanyin said slowly with a smile on his face: "In the battle between the North and the South, I was seriously injured and absent. Thanks to all of you, fellow Taoists, for sacrificing your lives and forgetting about it." It’s only through death that Antarctic Fairy Continent can be reborn. I have never made any achievements, but it’s really shameful for me to attend such a grand event today.”

Wu Ci waved his hand: "What are you talking about! Fellow Taoist was seriously injured. You are not to blame for this. Besides, the disciples of Yuzhu Mountain have tried their best in this battle. Now that the catastrophe has passed, everyone should work together."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your understanding."

Baili Xuanyin said, pointing to the gift he had brought: "'Tingyin Baozhu' is a specialty of my Yuzhu Mountain. It only grows once every thousand years. These ten bamboos are all ten thousand years old and can be used for To cast the best musical treasure, perhaps there are monks who practice the art of music in Wushuang City who can use it."

"It is indeed the best gift." Wu Ci nodded.

Next, Baili Xuanyin changed the topic and pointed at the blue sea jade flute: "This gift is given to City Lord Liang alone. I hope the City Lord will accept it."

Wu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this.

He has a close relationship with Liang Yan and has heard some rumors.

It is said that there was a arrogant woman named "Nan Youyue" in Yuzhu Mountain. She had some connections with Liang Yan and their relationship was extraordinary.

But outsiders won’t know the specific situation...

"Isn't this jade flute a gift from Nan Youyue? The city lord only loves the witch, and now there's a genius from Yuzhu Mountain. I'm afraid this relationship can't be sorted out..."

Wu Ci thought secretly in his heart for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Forget it, I can't make the decision on this matter, let's let the city lord make his own decision. Besides... it's quite normal for a person like the city lord to have a few confidante."

Thinking of this, Wu Ci nodded and said to Baili Xuanyin: "Thank you Yuzhu Mountain for the gift. As for the 'Blue Sea Jade Flute', I will also hand it over to the city lord."

"Okay, then I'll trouble Taoist Wu Ci."

After Baili Xuanyin finished speaking, he bowed his hands and then led the female disciples from Yuzhu Mountain into the city.

At this time, the ceremony was about to begin, and monks from various sects had basically arrived.

Wu Ci was about to lead everyone back to the city when he heard a burst of hearty laughter from the distance: "Fellow Taoist, please go slowly, please go slowly, I was delayed on the way, I'm a little late!"

Hearing this voice, Wu Ci's heart moved and he immediately turned around to look.

I saw a lazy green cow falling slowly from the clouds. Sitting on the cow's back was an old man in a soap robe, with white hair and a childish face, and an immortal spirit.

"Ning Bugui, why did you come here!" Wu Ci chuckled.