Eight hundred and forty-eighth chapter Phoenix Ceremony
"An Ye, I am just a holy king, but you dare to lose a top holy king just to kill me, haha." In the secret room, Chen Ling smiled mockingly to himself.
"It seems that I won't be able to leave my ancestral land in the future." He considered himself to be a peerless genius of the younger generation, but facing the top holy king, there was no possibility of escaping.
This assassination also served as a wake-up call for him.
There is also the Holy Sepulchre.
Once the Holy Tomb is opened, there will be many people who want to cause trouble for him.
However, if it concerns Chen Feng, no one should dare to kill him.
"Ancestor, I hope you won't leave me a mess, otherwise it will really be over." Chen Ling smiled bitterly.
He could imagine that if Chen Feng did not leave enough plans and entered the Holy Tomb to find Chen Feng's tomb, then he would face many forces, but he would not resist at all.
Although the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan is strong, there are still the Four Elephants Ancient Clan above them.
"The Phoenix Clan Grand Ceremony, I hope everything goes well."
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes to regain his mind.
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The next day.
The world of the Phoenix Clan revived from silence, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth gradually boiled.
A huge red mountain, towering tall.
Ancient giant trees burning with flames reached into the sky, exuding a majestic scalding power.
On the tops of those ancient trees, among the flames, the ethereal shadows of firebirds can be seen from time to time.
Figures flew from the city and climbed up the giant mountain.
This mountain is the holy land of the Feng people, Qifeng Mountain.
Warriors from all sides entered Qifeng Mountain and came to the Feng Clan altar.
It was a flat and endless square.
In the center of the square, a towering tower stands.
Step after step spreads up, the altar stands, and a vast ancient atmosphere envelopes the world.
If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of the divine phoenix that penetrates directly into your mind.
Countless warriors entered the viewing platform.
Those who came to the grand ceremony were all superpowers from Wuzhou, as well as top ancient clans comparable to the Phoenix clan.
"Tsk, tsk, the Feng clan has been worried a lot these days."
"I have offended the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan. I don't know if this ceremony can be held smoothly."
"Since the Feng Clan still dares to hold a grand ceremony, it must have paid a huge price. The Holy Son of the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan was assassinated in the Feng Clan, which is a big deal."
"Yes, especially the man from Dark Night, who is so well hidden that he is actually the top holy king of the Phoenix Clan. Although this matter was done by Dark Night, it is inseparable from the Phoenix Clan."
"I have a feeling that it's going to be lively today."
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As the ceremony begins, many warriors are talking about it. What happened in the past few days has made all the major forces watch the excitement.
It was a great ceremony, but the prelude made the Feng clan lose face.
As time goes by, the atmosphere between heaven and earth becomes more and more depressing.
Invisible hot power filled the void, dyeing the sky red.
Phew!
The shrill phoenix cry suddenly echoed through the mountains.
Everyone looked solemn.
Wow!
A majestic breath fell from the sky, and a huge phoenix flew out of the void. Its wings vibrated, setting off a torrent of flames, covering the sky and the earth, and fell into the high platform.
The phoenix bird transformed into a human form, and he was clearly the leader of the Phoenix clan.
"Welcome to our clan to watch the Son of God's succession ceremony. I apologize for my poor hospitality recently."
The old man glanced around and bowed slightly.
The whole place was dead silent.
"The Holy Son's Succession Ceremony begins now."
As the old man finished speaking, another phoenix cry sounded.
The wind rises from heaven and earth.
"Coming."
A phoenix flew over, followed by eight other phoenixes.
Whoosh!
The phoenix bird fell to the square and transformed into a human form.
The leader is a handsome young man, wearing a red robe, a phoenix crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows and blazing eyes, and his aura is quite terrifying.
Behind him, lined up one after another, were eight girls.
These eight girls are all beautiful, extremely talented, and extremely respectful.
"What a huge formation."
"This Holy Son of the Phoenix Clan is really happy. The eight maids are all rich in wealth. I envy you."
"Give me one and I'll be satisfied."
"It is said that the Holy Son of the Feng Clan also has a concubine who is more beautiful than these eight maids. Tsk, tsk, she makes us jealous."
Looking at this scene, many young prodigies showed envy in their eyes.
Among the eight maids, among the various clans in Wuzhou, they are all extremely beautiful, and their cultivation is not ordinary. The weakest ones are all in the middle level of the Holy Saint.
Surrounded by eight maids, the young man slowly stepped onto the steps and walked towards the high altar.
The moment they stepped onto the high platform, the eight maids suddenly knelt down.
The young man walked towards the altar step by step with a solemn expression. On his body, the ancient bloodline aura of the Phoenix Clan quickly revived and spread throughout the world.
"Holy Son Ji Bo, pay homage to the ancestors." The young man nodded slightly at the patriarch, then stood under the altar and bowed in salute.
After the ceremony, he walked up to the altar.
Squeeze out a drop of blood, fiery red, like the essence of fire, and fall into the altar.
boom!
The altar shook violently, and a pillar of fire shot straight into the sky.
Phew!
The roar of the phoenix shook the earth and the sky, and the sky was blown away by the light of fire.
Countless people stared at the sky in horror.
An extremely huge illusory phoenix bird, bigger than the leader of the Phoenix Clan, swooped down from the sky and rushed towards the young man.
The young man's eyes were wide open, the fire was blazing, and he had no intention of dodge, letting the illusory phoenix bird envelope him.
Phew!
The phoenix bird rushed into the young man's body, and the young man trembled all over and suddenly let out a phoenix cry.
The next moment, he transformed into a phoenix bird and rushed into the altar.
The raging flames burned and enveloped it.
"Phoenix Clan Nirvana."
"Hiss, you are indeed a top ancient clan, what a terrifying heritage."
"The Holy Son succeeds to the throne and is reborn in Nirvana. This Holy Son is already at the highest level of the Holy Saint. After Nirvana, his cultivation will probably directly enter the Holy Perfection."
"The most important thing is that his will, which has been irrigated by the ancestors of the Phoenix Clan, will enable him to step into the Holy King without any hindrance in the future."
"This fire of Nirvana, if we step into it, we will undergo tremendous transformation. Unfortunately, this is the inheritance of the Phoenix Clan, and it will never be allowed to be obtained by outsiders."
All eyes focused on the altar.
The figure of the Holy Son of the Phoenix Clan was gradually annihilated in the flames, and then quickly revived. The phoenix bird appeared, and its aura was even more terrifying.
Phew!
At a certain moment, the phoenix bird rushed out of the altar, sat on the high platform and screamed, then turned into a human form and fell.
His cultivation has reached the holy perfection.
The old man had a bright smile on his face.
Click!
The sky suddenly cracked, and a big hand tore open the crack and walked out.
The expressions of the Feng clan leader and the Holy Son both changed drastically.
"Hiss, that's the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan."
"Something is going to happen. The Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan appears at this time..."
"The Phoenix clan is going to be in bad luck."
"Let me just say, with the tyranny of the Sky-Swallowing Beast Tribe, how could there be no movement at all."
At this moment, all the powerful men were shocked and looked at the figure in the sky in awe.
"The Holy King of Heaven."
The Feng clan leader took a deep breath and looked at the middle-aged man above him with an ugly expression.
The Heavenly Saint King looked down with cold eyes.
Chen Ling walked out after him.
"Luanzhu."
He immediately saw Luan Zhu kneeling on the high platform, who was one of the eight maids.
"Is this guy the Holy Son of the Phoenix Clan?" Chen Ling turned to the young man.
The young man's face was gloomy, and he looked towards the sky with a hint of deep anger.
"The Holy Spirit is perfect, and his cultivation is not weak, but it's a pity." Chen Ling sneered secretly.
The latter's cultivation is not weak, and his aura is also very strong.
However, he has the confidence to crush it.
It is a feeling that comes from the blood. (To be continued)