The vast holy light, the endless holy light, shrouds the entire void of the palace like an endless holy fire, burning and purifying all evil existences within it.
The Holy Light shines brighter and brighter.
The holy fire is getting stronger and stronger.
The chant grew louder and louder.
In the void.
That light group that resembles a sacred sun is like a sacred source, blooming with endless holy light.
No one knows what this thing is. They only know that after this thing appeared, the vast holy light began to envelope the void in the palace.
This sacred source began to rotate at some point, as if it was pregnant with something.
Gradually.
The divine source forms a shadow.
Like a human figure.
At the beginning, the figure was blurry, distorted, and looming. As the sacred source continued to be conceived, the figure became clearer and clearer.
It's a man.
A man dressed in white.
The man is handsome and tall, extraordinary and saintly. He holds one hand behind his back and holds a white jade fan in front of him in the other hand. He has a handsome appearance and is as gentle as jade. His calm eyes seem to contain infinite wisdom, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
His smile seemed enigmatic and elusive.
In the middle of the man's eyebrows, there is a white spot shining with holy light. This white spot is like a sacred sun or a sacred eye, which seems to be able to see through all things and purify all evil.
I don't know who this man is.
When it appears, it is like a god coming into the world under the divine light.
"Xuan! Yuan! Hao!"
The mad monk hiding in the dark stared closely at the man who was conceived by the holy light in the void, with a complicated expression on his face. He choked and said, "Sure enough! Damn it! The Holy Land has finally arrived, and it's Xuanyuan Hao himself.
Here we come! Let’s see how exciting it is now!”
"Xuanyuan Hao?"
Gu Qingfeng asked: "What's the origin?"
"Isn't it? You kid has never even heard of Xuanyuan Hao?"
Gu Qingfeng said angrily: "Throughout the ages, I only know the founder of humanity, Huangdi Xuanyuan, and I don't know anything else."
Although this statement is somewhat sarcastic, it is not an exaggeration.
About the Holy Land.
Gu Qingfeng didn't know much about it. Although he had met a few people from the Holy Land, his impression was not that deep. The only impression he had was that there was a man named Xuanyuan Tong in the Holy Land. As for Xuanyuan Hao, he had never even heard of it.
.
"You haven't heard of Xuanyuan Hao, but you should have heard of the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land, right?"
Gu Qingfeng shook his head. He really had never heard of the Nine Saint Sons.
"Tell me, you kid was also the Emperor of Jiuyou who turned the world upside down back then. How come you don't know anything about it!"
The mad monk was convinced.
Completely convinced.
It's not that he doesn't know what a virtuous person Gu Qingfeng is.
All in all, Gu Qingfeng only cares about the people or things he cares about, and other unimportant people, as long as he is not interested, even the King of Heaven, he is too lazy to pay attention to them.
The great mad monk knows.
Always known.
But when he thought about it, no matter how ignorant Gu Qingfeng was about worldly affairs, he wouldn't have even heard of the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land.
pity.
Gu Qingfeng had never heard of Lao Shizi's Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land.
"You haven't heard of the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land, but you should have heard of Xuanyuan Wuji, right? Don't fucking tell me, you don't even know about Xuanyuan Wuji."
"Is it the legendary Xuanyuan Wuji who became a saint through martial arts and was said to cover the sky with one hand?"
"Yes! That's right, it's him!"
"If it's Xuanyuan Wuji, I've heard about it."
Gu Qingfeng knew about Xuanyuan Wuji not long ago when he met and chatted with Mo Wentian and Ren Tianxing. He said that Xuanyuan Wuji was extremely powerful and that he was the only martial saint in the world. Even in the ancient times, he was a peerless overlord.
"Let me tell you this, the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land are all disciples of Martial Saint Xuanyuan."
Hear the words.
Gu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Listening to your words, I thought the so-called Nine Saint Sons were so great, and that they were just Xuanyuan Wuji's disciples."
"You kid is really..."
The mad monk originally wanted to scold Gu Qingfeng, but his tone was too loud. He said that he was just a disciple of Xuanyuan Wuji and nothing more. Looking at the past and present, he dared not to take Xuanyuan Wuji and the Nine Saint Sons seriously.
I'm afraid there isn't one.
only.
The words came to his lips but he did not say them out. First of all, he knew that this guy Gu Qingfeng had always been very courageous. Not to mention the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land, even Xuanyuan Wuji, this boy would not take him seriously.
The most important thing is that the crazy monk Da Xing knew that Gu Qingfeng had such arrogant qualifications and the ability to be arrogant.
"Boy, I know that there are not many people in this ancient and modern world who can catch your eye. However, I still want to tell you, never underestimate any existence, especially the Nine Saint Sons of the Holy Land. Who do you think is qualified to be Xuanyuan Wuji?
Are you a disciple? Let me tell you, kid, each of the nine saints in the Holy Land are gifted by nature and have unparalleled talents."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, the nine saints have already entered the holy path. Even if they have not yet become saints, they are absolutely the same. It's not like you didn't see with your own eyes how powerful the holy light was just now. Those bodies of retribution for original sin
Not to mention the ashes and smoke, even those original sin dharma bodies couldn't bear it any longer and hid one after another."
"This is just holy light. You can imagine how terrifying the real strength of the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land must be."
This time Gu Qingfeng did not refute.
Although he doesn't know much about the Holy Land, nor does he know much about the Holy Way, there is one thing that he knows more or less, that is, the existence of the Holy Way has always been above the three thousand avenues, and is known as the supreme avenue.
, is also the avenue that many avenue overlords pursue and yearn for.
If you want to become a god, you must first become a saint.
Gu Qingfeng has also heard this sentence.
However, throughout the ages, not to mention becoming a saint, not many have even entered the holy path.
As the great monk Da Xing said, the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land have not only stepped into the holy path, but are also only one step away from becoming a saint. Their existence is not simple even if you can imagine it with your toes.
"Do you know what is the scariest thing about the Nine Holy Sons of the Holy Land?"
The Daxingman monk looked at Gu Qingfeng with a very serious and serious expression.
Every time he saw the expression of Da Xing Dian Monk, Gu Qingfeng knew that Da Xing Dian Monk, an old bald ass, was brainwashing him again.
"I'm telling you, kid, there is a high probability that all nine saints of the Holy Land will be destined to suffer calamity!"
"Are you saying that the nine saints in the Holy Land are destined to be doomed?"
"this……"
The crazy monk scratched his head and seemed unsure, saying: "I just have doubts. You also heard what the original sin ancestor said just now. He said that there should be a lot of original sin variables in ancient times and today, maybe more than ten.
position, or even more. If what he said is true, then all the Nine Holy Sons in the Holy Land must be destined to be calamities."
"After all, there are as many variables as there are for original sin, and there are as many destiny for calamity. The two are equal. If there really were more than ten or twenty variables for original sin in ancient times and today, then the Nine Saints of the Holy Land may all be destined for calamity."
Just as he was speaking, the mad monk seemed to have thought of something terrible again. His expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and said: "If the nine saints of the Holy Land are destined to be catastrophic, then the nine emperors of the Qing Dynasty are destined to be catastrophic.
Isn’t it possible that it’s all destiny? Oh my God!”