Zhongyu, Guizhe Holy Mountain.

On this day, the Holy Power of the Holy Temple Headquarters surged.

An attendant who swept the mountain saw the Taoist Palace Master personally pushing the wheelchair of Master Cangsheng, one of the Three Emperors, while walking and discussing matters.

No one could hear clearly what was being discussed.

But there is no doubt that it must be related to the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict that just came to an end some time ago.

This is the power of the Holy Emperor!

There is no doubt that the reason for the sudden rise of so many holy power fluctuations on the holy mountain must be from this.

Some attendants deduced...

Perhaps, this is the "Temple Council of Temples" who have not seen each other for several years, gathered together.

In the outside world, the world does not even know whether the supreme combat power of the five regions is really a semi-saint.

Even the current master of the Holy Temple, Dao Qiongcang, is still a mystery as to whether his cultivation level is Taixu or semi-saint.

But for people living on the Guizhe Holy Mountain...

The frog at the bottom of the well cannot see the wider sky after all.

Half Saint?

Once the "Ten-person Council" on the Guizhe Holy Mountain appears, one palace, two masters, three emperors and four divine envoys, as well as the intricate background relationships of these ten people, together they can destroy most of the semi-saints in the five regions!

Headquarters, meeting hall.

A ten-foot-long silver round table is placed in the center, surrounded by nine silver high-back chairs.

Some of the noble and elegant silver high-backed chairs are small, only suitable for one person to sit on; some are so large that they don't look like they are for people to sit on, but instead look like they are used for giant beasts to occupy.

Dao Qiongcang pushed Ai Cangsheng's wheelchair to the side of the main seat. After completing the round table count, he walked slowly to the main seat and sat down, looking with a smile: "So, what do you think?"

"Look with your eyes." Ai Cangsheng said.

"You are also a member of the discussion group, so you have to express your opinion." Dao Qiongcang was helpless.

"I've seen enough and I'm very tired... The real discussion depends on you." Ai Cangsheng paused and looked at the round table, "Besides, this discussion group is just a decoration.

You said that as long as the sky exists, are there still things in the world that cannot be calculated? There are consequences that cannot be seen?"

Dao Qiongcang sighed softly: "The Heavenly Secret is wrong, and it is not advisable to act arbitrarily. I still need your opinions to influence the Heavenly Secret."

"That's what it is." Ai Cangsheng smiled and looked strangely, "But every time, isn't it the case that you convene the meeting after you have the final answer? And when was there another time when your answer was wrong?"

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst." As a person who knows the secrets of heaven, Dao Qiongcang will always be in awe of the way of heaven and the holy way.

"coming……"

At this time, Ai Cangsheng stopped answering and turned to look at the door of the hall.

The words just fell.

The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms on the holy mountain, and the holy power surges.

A glimmer of light first appeared on the horizon, and then turned into golden light, which flowed into the meeting hall at the speed of light and turned into an old figure.

"Hahaha, Dao Qiongcang boy, I haven't seen you for a long time!

"What is the purpose of convening a plenary meeting this time?

"Come to think of it, with your brain, if you can do anything by yourself, why don't you need us to come over in person, which is a waste of time?"

The old man was dressed in a luxurious golden robe, and even his hair was light golden.

Along with the hearty laughter, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards the sky. His momentum was not only the same, but even more so.

One of the three emperors of the Holy Temple, colorless, light attribute, semi-saint!

"Senior Yan."

Dao Qiongcang did not stand up, he only nodded and smiled, giving a slight greeting.

This is an old man. When the previous generation of the palace master was there, he was a member of the ten-person council. Nowadays, he rarely takes action and has faded out of the public eye. This is normal.

In terms of qualifications, Yan Wuse is naturally a step above others.

But in terms of status, the current master of the Holy Temple will not be polite when meeting the Holy Emperor, let alone a semi-saint?

"Um."

Ai Cangsheng also greeted the semi-saint face without color and nodded slightly.

He usually talks little and is too lazy to say much. His legs are disabled and it is even more impossible to get up to greet him.

"Tsk, tsk."

Yan Wuse shook his head helplessly, expressing his helplessness at the perfunctory behavior of these two people compared to his senior.

But after all, he came early, so he couldn't wait to be welcomed by others, so he asked for trouble and sat down alone.

"call……"

There was a clear breeze outside the hall, and fluctuations in holy power were seen again.

Then a sarcastic voice sounded:

"Yan Wuse, are you out of sight? Didn't you see the Holy Emperor's golden edict?

"I hate your official greetings the most. If you have the ability, come out and have a fight!"

The sound of tapping footsteps sounded, and this time it was an old man in black walking over with a broad sword on his back. He was very short, about the same level as Ye Xiaotian.

But strength, identity, status...

One of the Three Emperors, not crazy, no attributes, swordsman, half-saint!

"Senior is not crazy."

Dao Qiongcang smiled and greeted him again.

The God of Death was not crazy, he was a figure of Yutu's era, he was also a bad old man, with a bad temper, and the forward of the discussion group.

When I was young, I killed all over the five realms. Now I am much better. I am only interested in killing saints.

"Um."

Love the common people and nod again, neither salty nor indifferent.

The God of Killing is not crazy, I don't really like him, he is too murderous.

Although this is also an old-timer, he does not need to give anyone face as they are the Three Emperors.

In this world, seniority is not judged by age, only by fists.

If you have a hard fist, no one can beat you.

If you really think about it, you can take care of everything.

But obviously, staring at all living beings with the eyes of the Great Dao is already a very tiring task. If you love all living beings, you don’t have the extra energy to make meaningless greetings.

"Well, why haven't the others come yet?"

Not a person of the same era, Shashen Weifeng only glanced at Ai Cangsheng and then looked away. He was too lazy to bully the children!

After sitting down, he started chatting with Yan Wuse.

Anyway, when there is nothing to do, I insist on talking about something. To put it bluntly, my hands are itchy and I want to fight.

However, the official status is still there, and if the teacher is unknown, it will be very miserable to be targeted by the Inquisition Division. At the moment, if he is not crazy, he can only talk.

The old people sit together, and the young people sit together.

After a while, there was another wave of holy power coming from outside the hall.

A skinny old man carrying a fishing rod of more than ten feet that almost touched the top walked into the hall wearing casual clothes and straw sandals. There was still mud on his shoes, and he started to curse as he walked:

"There are so many things going wrong, are these meetings held too frequently? I remember, the last meeting was probably... four years ago?

"What do you do for a living, Dao Qiongcang? Can't you just make your own decision when something happens? If we need to come over, what's the use of your brain?"

Dao Qiongcang: "..."

"Yu Lao, calm down, calm down, sit down."

He stood up hurriedly, and Ling Nian opened a seat next to the round table. After helping the old man sit down, he sat down again.

Yu Lao, whose real name is Yu Lao, is the divine envoy of Kunpeng and a semi-saint!

"Where is my precious great-granddaughter?" Mr. Yu sat down and swung his long fishing rod back. The hook drew an elegant arc in the air and accidentally caught the eye of the God of Death.

"Is it okay?" Mr. Yu pulled out the fishing hook. Fortunately, no eyeball came out, only a little blood.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way..." Killing God Wei Kuang said with a smile, "Old Yu, this fishing hook has been upgraded again. The body of a half-saint can even... uh, turn red."

He covered his right eye, took out the elixir from the ring and drank it.

joke!

This is a senior who possesses the "Kunpeng Secret Technique". When the main body emerges, the water hits him for three thousand miles and soars upward for ninety thousand miles. He is an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.
To be continued...