Shenzhou Tiandao said loudly, his voice spread throughout the entire Shenzhou continent, and the images here were projected to all parts of the world.
When everyone raised their heads, they could see the scene of the Holy Tomb.
"The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, Ancient Sage Miaoyin and other ancient saints fought in foreign lands for the mainland of China and died in the battle. They are the heroic spirits of our country. Today, we pay homage to them!"
Shenzhou Tiandao spoke again.
After hearing this, everyone bowed in the direction of Tianyuan Haiyu, and some people took out various sacrifices and worshiped from afar.
On this day, the atmosphere throughout China was heavy.
Everyone was immersed in sadness.
Some people were even crying loudly.
The entire memorial process lasted nine hours.
During this period, it snowed heavily in mainland China. Every place was covered with thick snow and the temperature dropped sharply.
the next day.
The memorial service is over.
Everyone went back to their homes.
Wuyao Holy Land, Wanzong Holy Land, Tianmiao Holy Land and other forces were immersed in an atmosphere of sadness from top to bottom.
In a palace in a valley.
Bai Yu and Hong Miao looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
“That’s great!”
"The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land has fallen, and you and I are the only ancient saints of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land."
"yes!"
"In this way, our voice is very powerful."
"From now on, within the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, the two of us are respected, and everyone else is just a tool we use to improve our cultivation."
"Exactly!"
"However, we still have to be wary of the incarnation left behind by the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land before he left China. Although this person can only display the strength that is infinitely close to becoming a saint and is far inferior to you and me, we must avoid a head-on collision with him."
"Do not worry!"
"The clone left behind by the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land cannot improve his cultivation. At best, he is just a puppet and cannot hinder anything."
"It's better to be cautious!"
"Okay, just listen to Madam."
The couple Bai Yu and Hong Miao laughed evilly.
…
Wonderful holy land.
Everyone knelt in the mourning hall, looking at the portrait of the ancient saint Miaoyin, with sadness written all over their faces.
Holy Lord Yin Rurong betrayed China and died.
The ancient sage Miaoyin went to Tianlan Fairyland and died.
Even the clone is dead.
Today's Tianmiao Holy Land can be said to be severely damaged. Except for the whereabouts of the old Holy Lord, Tianmiao Holy Land now doesn't even have a single saint.
But the old Holy Lord did not leave any clone behind.
If even the old Holy Lord dies, then Tianmiao Holy Land will really have no Ancient Saint.
Although the Holy Lord of Wanzong Holy Land, Holy Lord of Wuyao Holy Land and others died, at least they left behind a clone before leaving China. Although they were unable to practice, at least they were not completely dead.
Their clones are regarded as the spiritual symbols of the sect.
Relying on his rich experience, he can still help the sect cultivate a new holy realm.
But the current situation in Tianmiao Holy Land is much worse.
Without the Holy Land, you will not be able to persist for long, and you will face the crisis of decline.
"well!"
The great elder of Tianmiao Holy Land leaned on his cane, lowered his head and sighed.
Everyone else also looked sad.
The atmosphere is gradually becoming different across China.
Some holy places cheered for the return of the Holy Land, especially the Holy Land of Jiaoyang, which was in an atmosphere of celebration because of the return of the ancient saint of Jiaoyang.
On the Holy See.
The Ancient Sage of the Sun is sitting here with a smile on his face. His body and avatar are one, and his whole person is complete again.
"Everyone, you have worked hard to manage the Holy Land these years. You have worked hard."
The ancient sage of the blazing sun sighed.
Fortunately, he met Ye Feng, otherwise, he would never come back in this life, and sooner or later he would be squeezed dry by the master of Tianxian Palace.
"Master, what have you experienced in these years?" The Master couldn't help but feel curious.
As the eldest disciple of Ancient Sage Jiaoyang, she has a very good relationship with Ancient Sage Jiaoyang, otherwise she would not dare to ask this question.
"I……"
The corner of the ancient sage's mouth twitched.
He can't tell the truth, can he?
In that case, he would die directly in the entire Chinese society, and everyone would know that he was treated as a male favorite by the master of the Tianxian Palace and had been exploited for thousands of years.
"Ahem!"
"I was trapped somewhere and was surrounded by strong enemies. Fortunately, I was lucky and managed to escape."
"Later, I killed powerful enemies, fought hard, and persisted until Master Ye arrived. With his help, I was promoted to Heavenly Sage, and brought back more than a hundred dual monks."
The ancient sage Jiaoyang gently stroked his long beard and said:
When everyone heard this, they all admired him greatly.
"Master, you are so powerful!" The Master was also impressed by the "heroic deeds" of the Ancient Sage Jiaoyang.
"hey-hey!"
The Ancient Sage Jiaoyang looked calm, but he felt so embarrassed in his heart that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords.
Elder Wu Jian was sitting on the chief elder's throne, looking at the dozens of powerful practitioners around him. Some were quasi-sages, some were emperors of heaven, and they were all very powerful.
These people are the core of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords.
Wan Jianyi, who knew Ye Feng, was also included.
"Welcome to the return of Ancient Sage Wu Jian!"
The practitioners present stood up to welcome him.
"No need to be polite!"
Elder Wu Jian waved his hand.
"Although I encountered a disaster during this trip to the Tianlan Immortal Realm, I survived and gained a lot. Finally, with the help of Master Ye, I was promoted to the Heavenly Saint Realm."
"From today on!"
"We in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords will do our best to make good friends with the Piaomiao Sect and must not have any friction with this sect. Do you understand?"
Wu Jian looked around and warned.
"Follow the Holy Order!"
The practitioners of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords present all nodded.
…
The seventh day of the dedication of the Holy Sepulchre.
The voice of Shenzhou Tiandao came out again.
"In this trip to the Tianlan Immortal Domain, Ye Feng, the leader of the Piaomiao Sect, turned the tide. He not only rescued the three ancient saints Jiaoyang, Wu Jian, and Qingyuan, but also killed powerful enemies such as the Tianluo Immortal Lord, creating a sacred place for the fallen people of China.
revenge."
"You should remember this great kindness and virtue."
As soon as the voice fell, the entire China was shaken.
This is a compliment from China’s Tiandao!
Ye Feng's reputation and status have skyrocketed again, triggering discussions among countless practitioners in China.
"It turns out that it was Master Ye who turned the tide again!"
"He actually killed the Immortal Lord?"
"What level of practitioner is this?"
"I heard that the Human Immortals, Earth Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and Immortals of the Tianlan Immortal Domain correspond to the Saints, Manifest Saints, Heavenly Saints, and Supreme Saints of our China respectively."
"So, Master Ye killed a powerful man in the Holy Realm?"
"horrible!"
The reputation value of the Piaomiao Sect increased explosively again, breaking through two trillion and rushing towards three trillion.
For a time, the Piaomiao Sect was in the limelight.
The throne of the number one sect in China is completely secure.
…
Piaomiao Sect.
The skyrocketing reputation value made Ye Feng secretly happy.
"Seven days have passed...it's really fast!"
Ye Feng drank the enlightenment tea, glanced at the Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord, Jiao Xirou, Qingyuan Ancient Sage, Shan Hanyu, Chu Tianlan and others standing in front of him, and sighed.
In recent days.
Ye Feng has introduced them all to the elders and disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, letting everyone know that the Piaomiao Sect has an immortal-level superpower and many powerful saints.
Today's Piaomiao Sect has exceeded ten places in the Holy Realm.
He has tens of thousands of disciples.
There are thousands of spiritual beasts.
Coupled with rare treasures such as the Immortal Holy Spring, the Heavenly Green Lotus, and the Colorful Enlightenment Tea Tree, the sect is firmly on the throne as the number one sect in China, both in terms of strength and heritage.
And Ye Feng has become the spiritual symbol of China.
His existence inspired countless people.
Everyone practices hard and strives to catch up, in order to become a strong man like Ye Feng, who can stand up and contribute their strength when their homeland in China faces crisis.
Ye Feng looked at Chu Tianlan and others and asked: "Have you gotten used to it these past few days? What have you gained?"
Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord said:
"I feel very comfortable in the sect. The disciples like to ask questions and practice very hard. Some disciples are even in retreat to become quasi-sages. They are very talented. This makes me feel like I'm home."
He likes this kind of sect that is full of vigor and energy, has no intrigues and is sincere to each other.
Everyone else nodded.
They are all very satisfied with the Piaomiao Sect. Living here and practicing cultivation are countless times better than before.
"My cultivation has progressed quite well. I am now the Emperor of Heaven. It is only a matter of time before I become an immortal."
Chu Tianlan spoke.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._