Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, confusion appeared on the faces of Ziji Shengzi and others.
"Your surname is Ji too?"
Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"My name is Ji Feng, and I come from the Southern Wilderness."
The young man spoke, and at this moment he frowned slightly, because for some reason, an inexplicable feeling suddenly emerged in his mind.
The Mo Wangchen in front of him gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
"This is Monsoon, the Holy Son of Heaven."
Saint Yun Xi whispered in Mo Wangchen's ear. This should be Mo Wangchen's first time seeing Ji Feng. How could he possibly know him?
"Are you the Holy Son of Heaven?"
Mo Wangchen's face was slightly surprised. He should have known that Ji Feng's identity would be more than simple to be able to sit here, but he did not expect that the other party would be the Holy Son from the Holy Land of Qiantian in the Southern Wilderness.
"Brother Mo, have you ever been to the Southern Wilderness?" Holy Son Qiantian couldn't help but ask, because for some reason, the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger in his mind.
Could it be that he had really seen Mo Wangchen, a rising star in the Eastern Wasteland, somewhere?
Mo Wangchen shook his head and said, "You look very similar to a friend of mine. His surname is also Ji. I have been looking for him for many years."
Subconsciously, he told himself that the Ji Feng in front of him was probably one of his disciples, Ji Lin, the Holy Son of Tianhai.
But don’t forget the dust and don’t understand why, as a person from the Three Pure Realms, after reincarnation, you would join the Bodhi Realm?
"Then Brother Mo may have made a mistake. You have never been to the Southern Wilderness, and it is my first time in the Eastern Wilderness. The two of us have never known each other before. It is also possible that your friend is a child of my Ji family. "
Although Ji Feng is the Holy Son of Qiantian, before he joined Qiantian Holy Land, he had always stayed in his own family to practice. In Nanhuang, the Ji family is also one of the ancient aristocratic families. Maybe he is the one Mo Wangchen mentioned. A friend is someone from the Ji family.
Moreover, he is also a direct descendant, so his appearance is somewhat similar to his own.
However, although this explained the reason why Mo Wangchen felt familiar to him, why did he also feel that the other person was familiar to him?
Ji Feng is puzzled.
Before arriving in Donghuang, he had heard of Mo Wangchen's name. He was a rising star in Donghuang and the number one expert under the Holy Son. Such a genius naturally attracted Ji Feng's attention.
But today was the first time he met Mo Wangchen. Where did this familiar feeling come from?
"Maybe."
After hearing Ji Feng's words, Mo Wangchen just smiled and said nothing more.
Now he does not dare to guarantee whether the other party is Ji Lin, the Holy Son of Tianhai. The only way to confirm is to search the other party's shrine. But with Ji Feng's identity as the Holy Son of Tianhai at this moment, this kind of thing is obviously not possible. It's impossible.
Everything can only be left to chance. If the other person is really the reincarnation of his disciple, there will always be a day when we recognize each other.
Soon, the ceremony officially began, and Xuantian Sect Master rushed out. He held the Xuantian Holy Sword that had been passed down by the sect for thousands of years. He slashed with the sword. The clear sky seemed to be split open by invisible sword light, and the white clouds dispersed. Missing for thousands of miles.
The sky is like the sea, extremely blue, without any flaws.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, the blue sky seemed as if the sea water was boiling, and the distance in space trembled, making the whole world become completely dark.
"Crack!"
The sky cracked, revealing a huge mouth of the abyss that was ten thousand feet long. Endless holy light spilled into it, shrouding the sky above the entire Xuantian Sect.
"This is channeling the holy power to bless the sect and transform the environment."
"After today, Xuantian will be the fifth holy land in the Eastern Wasteland. Thousands of disciples under the sect will practice in this environment, and their strength will increase day by day. In less than a thousand years at most, Xuantian Sect's overall strength will truly be comparable to all the holy places in the world.
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Everyone was talking about it, drawing the holy power to bless the sect. This kind of heaven-defying method was not something everyone could do.
This is related to the environment of the sect. If a sect is located in a suitable location, has excellent feng shui, and develops for a long enough time, then a dragon vein can be derived from the earth of this sect, which is the primary source of drawing the holy power.
condition.
But the dragon vein alone is not enough. It is necessary to use the supreme holy weapon to activate the way of heaven. Ordinary holy weapons cannot do it. The Xuantian Holy Sword held by Holy Lord Xuantian at this moment is one of the most powerful holy weapons in ancient times.
1. Only the four holy places in the Eastern Wasteland can produce holy weapons that are comparable to them.
"Heaven and earth serve as a mirror, and all cultivators serve as proof. Today, I, Xuantian, will establish a sect and become a saint. I will draw the holy power of heaven and earth to bless me. Thousands of gods will worship together and kowtow to thank God for his grace!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The moment Holy Master Xuantian finished speaking, countless figures were seen rising from the ground of Xuantian Sect, and there were as many as a thousand people in the dark area.
These people are all disciples of Xuantian Sect. They are the thousands of people who greeted guests outside the mountain gate before. They all have ancient god realm cultivation.
They stood high in the sky and formed a huge circle, with Holy Lord Xuantian as the center. They all bent down and worshiped, paying tribute to the way of heaven.
This is an ancient sacrificial ritual, intended to worship heaven. Thousands of disciples worship together, conveying a message to heaven. Today's Xuantian Sect has the qualifications to establish a saint.
"Buzz..."
Thousands of people paid their respects together, and after three bows, the vibrations in the void became much more intense.
The next moment, an infinite and majestic holy power tore apart the space completely, spurting out from the huge mouth of the abyss, like holy light, covering the sky above the entire Xuantian Sect.
At this point, Holy Lord Xuantian took back the sword in his hand and bowed deeply to the sky, his eyes flashing with light. At this moment, the sect's environment had been truly transformed, and it was not much different from that of a holy land.
"Fellow Taoists, please use the Holy Banquet."
He laughed and looked around at the guests sitting below. The fine wine and fresh fruits on the table had been baptized by the Holy Power. There were many benefits to eating and drinking at this moment, and there was an opportunity for people to understand the bottleneck.
This is also the reason why the Sainthood Ceremony can attract so many people to watch.
"I have met Holy Lord Xuantian!"
Everyone present stood up, raised their hands together, and spoke together. Now, the name of Holy Lord Xuantian is worthy of the name!
Soon, everyone sat back down again and began to enjoy the holy feast on the table.
"You have reached the pinnacle of the third level. This banquet will allow you to understand the bottleneck and get a chance to break through." Saint Yunxi sat next to Mo Wangchen. She and Mo Wangchen practiced several times in the formation space.
Nian, knew what level the opponent's strength was, and also knew that Mo Wangchen had encountered a bottleneck, so he was unable to break through.
As she spoke, she took out a wine glass and filled a glass of fairy wine for Mo Wangchen herself. Her appearance made all the geniuses around her envious.
This is the most amazing woman in the world in Donghuang. I am afraid that only Mo Wangchen can be given such an honor by having her pour the wine herself?