This is an ancient holy land that oversees all major sects in China. If a five-star force attempts to be promoted to a holy land, Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land will take the lead and conduct a comprehensive evaluation.
"Holy Son, do you really want to go out alone?"
A quasi-sage stood beside Feng Chuan and asked with concern.
Since Feng Chuan was promoted to Heavenly Emperor and his combat power reached the top Heavenly Emperor level, he was named the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land by the Holy Lord.
He is no weaker than Xiao Cangtian, Wu Xuan and others.
"I have become the top Heavenly Emperor and have completely grown up. It is time to go out and practice and build my own power. Isn't this also what the Holy Lord has taught me?"
Feng Chuan asked rhetorically.
He wants to deal with Ye Feng.
In this case, it is naturally best for one person to act alone.
As for building his own force, this was given by the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, and it was considered a test for Feng Chuan.
Every Holy Lord, when he was young, would go to the outside world to build a power of his own.
When he becomes the Holy Lord, he will integrate this power into the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Sects and become a force that strengthens the Holy Land.
Relying on this, the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land can continue to grow.
The quasi-sage knew this, so he said:
"Then, please pay attention to safety on the road, Holy Son. If anyone dares to offend you, please summon me."
"Yeah." Feng Chuan nodded slightly.
…
In the sky.
Feng Chuan was flying alone and felt depressed.
He is the Chosen Son, possessing the power of ancient heroic spirits. He has reached this level at a young age and is a strong competitor for the Destiny's Son. Unexpectedly, he kills Ye Feng midway and rises to become the only Destiny's Son.
"How should I kill Ye Feng?"
Feng Chuan was daydreaming again.
He heard that Ye Feng became a saint physically, which was very scary.
In this case, even if Ye Feng stood there and let him kill him, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
even……
Not even a hair on Ye Feng could move.
On the contrary, Ye Feng's hair fell off and he could be easily cut in half.
Thinking of this, Feng Chuan felt a little pain.
"What kind of bad luck did Ye Feng get to be so strong? Do I really have a chance?"
Feng Chuan fell into deep thought.
He kept tearing apart the void and flying south. At the same time, he kept thinking about ways to replace Ye Feng and become the Son of Destiny.
"Ye Feng must die!"
"But, I can't kill him."
"He is the son of destiny, and the major forces in China should not take action against him."
"If you want to kill him, you can only rely on external force."
"So... surrender to the Celestial Clan?"
Feng Chuan looked at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and he looked at the Queen of Destiny in Hanging Mountain.
"hiss!"
Feng Chuan suddenly became excited.
"How could I have such a crazy idea?"
"The Celestial Clan in Xuankong Mountain are demons from outside the territory. How can I join in with them?"
Feng Chuan didn't expect that he would be so crazy.
If others knew that he was colluding with the Heavenly Clan in Xuankong Mountain, wouldn't he be hunted down all over the world?
"Hey, where is this?"
Feng Chuan was just thinking. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had arrived in the southern region of China mainland.
"This place seems to be...the Thirteen Provinces of Nanyun?"
He looked around and found this small corner based on the map of China mainland.
"I actually came to a place that is only tens of thousands of miles away from the Piaomiao Sect. However, Ye Feng doesn't recognize me. I pretended to be passing by, so nothing should happen."
Feng Chuan secretly said.
Suddenly, he had a feeling, looked somewhere underground, and quickly flew over.
…
Tianji Pavilion.
Mr. Paper Fan sat on the seat of the pavilion master, with Zhu Yongfu, Xiao Fangu and Dong Yuandong standing next to him.
Up to now, Tianji Pavilion is still the four of them.
"Damn Ye Feng!"
"He clearly knew I was here, but he deliberately neither killed nor chased me. This is a disregard for the master of the pavilion and an insult to me!"
Mr. Paper Fan was very angry.
He didn't know that the ancestral land of the prophet family had become cold.
And he is already the only seedling of the prophet family.
"Interesting! It seems that you also hate Ye Feng."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
Tianji Pavilion F4 were all shocked and looked around, but saw no one at the scene.
"Who...who is pretending to be a fool?"
Mr. Paper Fan scolded.
Snapped!
A slap fell from the sky and knocked the paper fan away. The left cheek was swollen and the hairband fell off, revealing a shiny bald head.
"Yo, interesting!"
Looking at the bald head of Mr. Paper Fan, Feng Chuan revealed his true form, and the pressure of the top Heavenly Emperor swept out, suppressing the four people present.
"Heaven...Emperor of Heaven!"
Tianji Pavilion F4 was frightened.
"You can see my saint son's cultivation. You guys have a good taste. Are you interested in becoming my subordinates?" Feng Chuan asked with a smile.
The four paper fan boys were stunned.
Did we hear it correctly?
The top emperor tried to take over Tianji Pavilion?
This is great!
In this way, Tianji Pavilion will have a backer.
Thinking of this, Master Zhifan immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "My subordinate is the Master of Tianji Pavilion, Prophet Zhifan, and I am willing to lead the entire Tianji Pavilion to become the subordinates of the Holy Son."
"Prophet?" Feng Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Are you from the prophet clan?"
"Yes...yes!" Mr. Paper Fan was very scared.
Feng Chuan's eyes narrowed, he stretched out his hand, pressed the paper fan master's shoulder, and used the power of ancient heroic spirits to continue to deduce.
Then, he confirmed the identity of Mr. Paper Fan.
"Do you know that some time ago, the powerful starry clans including the Prophet clan attacked China, but Ye Feng killed them all with a hair?" Feng Chuan asked.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Mr. Paper Fan was stunned.
Ye Feng killed the powerful Xingkong clan with just a hair?
No way? No way!
Mr. Paper Fan’s face was full of disbelief.
"That's the truth." Feng Chuan sneered, "Are you all hiding underground and don't know what's going on?"
Mr. Paper Fan's expression froze.
Recently, in order to protect themselves, they have been hiding underground and dare not go out. Naturally, they do not understand the news from the outside world.
Now, they were all horrified to hear that Ye Feng had killed countless powerful men with just a hair.
"Ye Feng has become a saint physically. As for his cultivation, he has just broken through to the third level of quasi-saint. He is very powerful."
Feng Chuan said.
Hearing this, Tianji Pavilion F4 is even more shocking.
"From today on, this Holy Son is the new Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion. You... can be the Deputy Pavilion Master." Feng Chuan pointed at Mr. Paper Fan's nose and said leisurely, "By the way, I would like to introduce myself.
He is the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, Feng Chuan!"
"ah?"
Mr. Paper Fan was confused.
Why!
Can't you let me continue to be the master of the pavilion?
He was very dissatisfied.
Zhu Yongfu on the side was very happy.
"Hey, Mr. Paper Fan took the position of Pavilion Master from me. Now, the Holy Son has taken the position of Pavilion Master from Mr. Paper Fan. This can be regarded as retribution."
"As the saying goes, the iron-clad Tianji Pavilion and the flowing water Pavilion Master should be this reason."
Seeing the aggrieved look on Mr. Paper Fan's face, Zhu Yongfu felt secretly happy in his heart.