The boy felt guilty as a thief and immediately jumped over the wall to escape.
But the two elders of the Four Extremes Realm are not just decorations. One of the elders only used his finger.
A golden rope came out immediately, like a golden dragon, and rushed towards the boy.
Although the boy was strong, his speed was ordinary, not to mention that he was facing an elder from the Four Extremes Realm.
The golden rope caught up in an instant, and the rope wrapped around the body on its own, tying the boy tightly.
The boy fell to the ground with a "bang".
He was not allowed to struggle and scream. The next moment, he felt a gust of wind beneath him, and in the blink of an eye he came to a strange hall.
Inside the main hall, there is black and white, cold and gloomy.
Ye Qingfeng had been to this hall before, and was mistakenly classified as a mortal body, almost unable to embark on the path of cultivation.
"Let me go!"
The kidnapped boy screamed in disobedience and was full of wildness.
"quiet--"
A simple word, but it is like the buzzing sound of the great road, distant and ethereal.
For some reason, the boy's impatience was soothed by this simple word, and he no longer barked wildly.
But the boy's face still showed his unyielding expression. It was okay to kill him, but absolutely not to humiliate him!
A dozen old men with astonishing cultivation levels lined up in a row, sitting high in the main hall, with an impressive imposing manner.
The boy's two thick eyebrows were almost connected with resentment. He was just trying to steal a bird, so why did he show such a big posture.
A dozen or so powerful spiritual consciousnesses swept the boy inside and out.
There was silence in the main hall, and the kidnapped boy was as stubborn as a bull.
The leader and elders of the church are all majestic and solemn on the surface, but secretly they use their spiritual consciousness to quarrel.
"This son has strong spiritual energy, has the image of a dragon, and is rare in holy places. He is the perfect candidate for the Holy Son of our religion." Some elders are very optimistic about him.
"But his origin is unknown, and judging from his appearance, he is not from the Eastern Wilderness, but seems to come from a certain barbarian tribe." An elder objected fiercely, "How can such a barbarian behave like this? I will teach the Holy Son!"
"That's very true!" An elder immediately responded, "Besides, this son has a wide mouth and a flat nose, and looks like an ape. He is so ugly and vulgar, he definitely cannot be called the Holy Son!"
The plain-looking leader sat in the middle, silent, but with a slightly displeased expression on his face.
"Of course it is." Another elder stroked his beard and agreed, "The Holy Son is the face of a religion. He doesn't need to be handsome, but he can't look weird... he can just cultivate it as a high-quality fairy seedling.
Holy Son, there is no need for that."
"Nonsense!" The oldest elder clenched his fists and shouted sternly, "As long as the Holy Son can fight, it doesn't depend on his appearance! Thank God for such an outstanding fairy seedling to appear in Liucheng by chance! A group of handsome people
thing!"
The leader of the church nodded, agreed with what the great elder said, and said steadily: "As the candidate for the future leader of the church, the Holy Son should be responsible for the thousand-year inheritance of our religion. He should value his cultivation potential rather than face issues."
"but……"
A group of elders were arguing.
The boy's nose was tied up, his short hair was disheveled, his nostrils were turned upward, and he was waiting for the sentencing with his stubby neck.
Vaguely, he saw some old guys who were disgusted by his appearance.
Pooh!
Uninformed!
In the tribe where he was born, with his wild face and muscular body, he was the most standard handsome man!
Therefore, even though the boy was tied tightly, he still rolled his eyes and pointed at the superior with two big nostrils as big as copper coins, showing no anger and provocation.
When certain elders saw this, they resisted the urge to slap him in the face.
Compared to the good girl who came to this hall last time, this boy is simply worth a hundred or so big mouths.
"Name?"
A majestic voice suddenly resounded through the hall, causing the boy's eardrums to hurt, and he couldn't help but want to kneel down.
The boy's forehead was cold and his heart was pounding. He knew that these people were deliberately trying to exert force, and he also knew that he could not lie in front of these people, so he had no choice but to breathe heavily and shouted in dissatisfaction:
"Dongfang Lie!"
The roar was like thunder, shaking the chairs and stools.
But the people above are all in the Dragon Transformation Realm, so how can they be affected by it?
"From where?"
An elder spoke calmly, but as soon as his words came out, they were like rushing waves, threatening and threatening.
Dongfang Lie was shaken back five meters by the airflow. He barely managed to stabilize his body before he roared and replied: "Nanling, the ancient tribe!"
"Nanling? So far?"
The elders were confused.
It's not surprising that there are ancient tribes. It is said that there are as many barbaric tribes as there are in Nanling, some are strong and some are weak. Moreover, Nanling is so big, who knows which tribe this kid comes from.
The elders were surprised at how this barbarian boy could cross the vast void and end up in the Eastern Wasteland at such a young age.
"Which ancient tribe?" the leader of the cult asked in person. Those powerful tribes were trying to catch rocs and dragons, but the Yin Yang Sect didn't dare to provoke them.
Dongfang Lie roared so loudly that veins appeared on his neck and said, "I can't remember!"
"There's no need to be so loud." Some elders thought it was noisy and reminded him kindly.
"You don't have to worry about it!" Dongfang Lie still cocked his neck and roared like thunder.
Since you can’t remember clearly?
The leader was thinking in his mind and asked: "How did you get from Nanling to Liucheng in the East Wasteland?"
As soon as this issue was mentioned, Dongfang Lie became furious and roared with grief and anger:
"I don't know how I came to this wasteland! I was only four years old at that time. I saw a black shadow running past the house, picked up three axes and chased him out...
I don’t know what formation I stepped on, but with a flash of light, my vision went dark, and I traveled tens of millions of miles across the void to reach this ruined place...
If I...if I catch that black hair again...I will definitely pluck it out, cut it alive, and chew it raw every bite..."
Speaking of this, in a certain study room with clear windows, the little black dog who was busy drawing pictures suddenly sneezed.
Tsk tsk!
Someone else is cursing this emperor, please give me a chance!
Dongfang Lie, who was in the main hall, completely collapsed emotionally. With big tears rolling down his face, he looked up to the sky and shouted:
"Wow! Grandma! Dad! Little sister!"
Several elders were moved and felt a bit of compassion.
The leader sighed, stretched out his fingers, untied the boy, and said kindly:
"In that case, you will temporarily join my Yin Yang Sect. One day, you learn this skill, or someone from your clan comes to find you, and you can reunite as a family."
The elders sent messages one after another and kept praising: "Teach the initiative with affection and recruit with affection, it is wise!"
Dongfang Lie wiped away his tears and snot, and took the opportunity to lick his tongue, with a fiery light shining in his eyes, and said: "You raise me? Seriously?"
The leader of Yin Yang took the opportunity to say: "As long as you officially join our holy religion and become the first holy son of our religion, and practice diligently every day, you will protect our Yin Yang religion and raise you."
"Okay then, it's a deal!"
Dongfang Lie clenched his right hand into a fist and punched his left chest hard.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Solidly, he beat his chest nine times and made the most solemn and sacred promise of his clan.
Dongfang Lie's right fist was still placed on his left chest, and he declared in a loud voice: "From now on, I, Dongfang Lie, will be responsible for practicing and protecting my teachings. You are responsible for me eating and drinking every day, and you will not regret it! If you violate this promise, God will punish you forever.
Fall into Avici Hell."
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