Chapter 375 Are You Sanctified?

A dark black light flashed past, and a figure stood high in the sky, surrounded by black fog, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He stood outside the formation, looking down at everyone with a pair of cold eyes, and said in a thunderous voice: "Yellow-haired girl, this throne is not for you to sit on!"

His voice echoed in the Holy Palace, and the powerful aura enveloped the whole place, making everyone feel uneasy.

Jun Chengye in the crowd couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, and his hands in his sleeves clenched.

Here it comes, my throne is back!

Last night, the Nether Sword Saint had actually sneaked into Junlin secretly, and the two of them agreed on a plan to get what they needed.

Nether concealed his identity, killed Jun Fengyao and Jun Fengya, and brought Ye Xuefeng back to Tiansha Palace.

When the damn Ye Xuefeng was gone, Jun Chengye, as the only prince, could set things right and inherit the throne.

Even if everyone knew that it was him and the Nether Sword Saint who did it, this fig leaf was still needed.

When Ye Xuefeng was not there, who would dare to be an enemy of him who was backed by the Tiansha Palace?

Originally, Jun Chengye wanted to let the Nether Sword Saint enter the Holy Emperor Palace overnight and kill everyone.

But the Nether Sword Saint said that he had traveled a long distance and urgently needed to rest.

He had been running day and night, rushing here at the speed of escaping, and only crossed the two countries in a short time.

Even at his saintly level, he was a little overwhelmed, and his mind and body were very tired at the moment.

Although the boy had not yet become a saint, it was still a bit troublesome to cooperate with the formation and the luck golden dragon of the Holy Emperor Palace.

Jun Fengyao didn't know this. Looking at the black shadow and feeling the saint-level aura on him, her expression became slightly solemn.

At this moment, she heard the voice that she loved and hated: "Ignore him, lead him in."

Although Jun Fengyao was reluctant to admit it, she felt at ease when she heard this voice.

It seemed that as long as he was there, there would be someone to hold up the sky.

But this sense of dependence made her very angry, and she didn't want to rely on anyone anymore.

Jun Fengyao had no place to vent her anger, so she could only look at the unknown saint in the sky with a cold face.

"This is my Jun Yan's business. If this saint wants to make decisions, he should wait until he has the face to see people."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the visitor and stretched out her hand to Zhao Ban, saying, "Zhao Ban, the ceremony continues!"

Zhao Ban responded and quickly handed her the black scroll with the sacrificial text written on it.

Jun Fengyao stood in front of the altar, opened the scroll, and began to read the sacrificial text.

The visitor never thought that a saint like him would be ignored by a little girl, and he was immediately furious.

"You little girl, you are going too far!"

He slashed at the Holy Emperor Palace with one sword after another, and the sword light fell like rain, covering the formation above the Holy Emperor Palace.

Everyone looked at the shaking and crumbling formation, and their faces changed slightly.

"Where is the Saint?"

"Please help Saint Tianxie!"

But there was silence all around, and the Nether Sword Saint kept moving his hands, sneering: "That kid must be scared to death."

Having said that, it was not easy for him to break the uncontrolled Saint Palace formation.

Jun Chengye secretly clenched his fists, and couldn't help but be extremely anxious, secretly cursing why the Nether Sword Saint had to be on time.

After all, once Jun Fengyao completed the heavenly sacrifice ceremony and officially succeeded to the throne, the Golden Dragon of Luck would completely recognize her.

Unless Jun Fengyao passed on the throne again, even if she was killed, the Golden Dragon of Luck would only dissipate.

Once this precious Golden Dragon of Luck dissipated, the Junyan Dynasty's accumulation of many years would be gone, and everything would start all over again.

Fortunately, the Nether Sword Saint was a saint in the Mahayana realm after all, and the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was extremely complicated.

Even though Jun Fengyao had simplified it, it still took half an hour to complete the necessary steps.

At the last few steps of Jun Fengyao's ceremony, with a bang, the formation of the Holy Emperor Palace suddenly broke apart.

The Nether Sword Saint flew in like a fairy from the sky, sneering: "Want to be the Holy Emperor? Wait for the next life!"

One transparent sword after another flew out from the void behind him, flying towards Jun Fengyao at lightning speed.

Zhao Ban and Wei Ting went to meet them, but were knocked back by the dense rain of swords and fell to the ground.

The Nether Sword Saint came towards Jun Fengyao with a sword light like a storm, with murderous intent.

Jun Fengyao on the altar was motionless, with an extremely calm look in her eyes, as if she had already put life and death aside.

A figure formed by black mist appeared in front of her, holding up a thunder curtain with one hand, blocking all the sword rain outside her body.

The Nether Sword Saint continued to move forward and sneered, "Ye Xuefeng? I thought you didn't dare to come out."

Lin Fengmian raised his lips slightly and chuckled, "How could that be? After all, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

He swung a sword in his hand and forced the Nether Sword Saint to retreat.

The Nether Sword Saint looked at Lin Fengmian and said in horror, "You have become a saint?!"

He subconsciously looked at Jun Chengye. Didn't this kid say that he had been in the palace and had not passed the tribulation?

He even suspected that Jun Chengye had teamed up with Lin Fengmian to kill him.

After all, the broken Saint Emperor Palace formation was closing rapidly at this moment. This was clearly a trap.

Lin Fengmian's eyes flashed with murderous intent and chuckled, "Do I need your approval to become a saint?"

The next moment, the sword rang and he instantly appeared behind the Nether Sword Saint and slashed with a sword.

The Nether Sword Saint hastily fought back. Everyone in the field only saw two streams of light constantly colliding in the field and disappearing in a flash.

Thunderous sword sounds exploded, and those with low cultivation were shocked and covered their ears subconsciously.

The Nether Sword Saint's figure was erratic, and the cold sword energy kept surging, constantly surging towards Lin Fengmian.

But he was easily stopped by Lin Fengmian, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he chased after him relentlessly.

Jun Fengyao watched the two streams of light entangled endlessly, and looked at Jun Chengye with a deep meaning, which made him shudder.

Jun Fengyao took the incense from Zhao Ban and said calmly: "The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony Continues!"

Since he could deal with the mysterious Sword Saint, she didn't need to worry, and she had to complete the ceremony as soon as possible.

As long as the Golden Dragon of Luck recognized her master, even if outsiders killed her, they could only let the luck of the dynasty dissipate.

Jun Chengye's face changed slightly, and he wanted to stop it.

But under the close surveillance of Zhao Ban and Wei Ting, he didn't dare to say anything, and watched the ceremony continue.

Jun Fengyao burned incense and prayed, inserting three incense sticks on the four-legged square tripod in front of the throne.

Finally, she walked around the four-legged square tripod and sat on the throne at the highest point of the altar, which symbolized supreme power.

The golden dragon of luck fell from the sky, wrapped around Jun Fengyao, and roared to the sky.

At this point, she officially succeeded to the throne of Jun Yan Shenghuang, and a mysterious aura fell on her.

From then on, the rise and fall of the Jun Yan Dynasty was closely related to her, and they would rise and fall together.

All the civil and military officials in the court knelt down, shouting: "Your subjects are here to see the Holy Emperor Fengyao, and may the Holy Emperor be blessed by the heavens and enjoy eternal benefits!"

Jun Chengye knelt down with the ministers, clenched his hands tightly, and roared unwillingly in his heart.

All this should have been mine!