Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Streams of light flew from everywhere and landed at the foot of the mountain, in all shapes and sizes.

One by one, they gathered away the spiritual energy fluctuations, jumped on the rocks, and climbed the mountain quickly.

Among them, there are mountain guards, laurel cultivators, people in white clothes, people in red clothes, people from the six tribes, and holy guards...

The Guizhe Holy Mountain hanging upside down in the sky is like countless fleas, jumping to the top of the mountain quickly, it is so spectacular.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"I heard it's a big deal today. I haven't seen the Holy Mountain so lively in a long time."

"Speaking of what happened, I was just recalled from the Southern Territory..."

"Senior in red? You have been guarding the space of another dimension all year round. You don't know what's normal. I heard that the people above are going to make a big change."

"Oh? Big blood transfusion, how big is it?"

“It’s almost like reshuffling the deck!”

"ah?"

"No, no, no, senior in red, don't listen to his nonsense. The version I heard is that the master of the Taoist Palace is resigning and the master of the palace is to be replaced!"

"Hiss! Such a big thing? Are you sure?"

"How about we be able to gather so many people to witness today? How many years has it been since the Holy Mountain had such a grand gathering? It's not easy to be able to come this time."

"It seems that the Sixth Department is about to be replaced. Our leader has died... and has been missing for a long time. Many actions cannot be carried out normally. This time, acting leaders will definitely be officially appointed."

"Oh, that's great for you guys. You can be re-appointed. The leader of our Spiritual Department had a fight on Void Island. I heard that he didn't die, but because of his father, he hasn't come back yet. This has become the whole island.

The Holy Mountain is a laughing stock.”

"Hahaha, Yu Lingdi is really ridiculous. I don't know if the future development of the Spiritual Department will be affected. The big devil is not only alive, but also joining the Saint Slaves. I never expected it."

"Hey, have you heard that after the battle of Sky City, there was only one survivor left in the six headquarters, Wang Dachui! Some people say that he got the news in advance and did not participate, so he saved his life."

"No, why did I hear that he was lucky enough to be in charge of matters outside the Yunlun Mountains and was not involved in Guyin Cliff?"

"Shh, the survivors are climbing over there, you are too loud..."

Amid the noisy discussion, the short, hunchbacked old man Wang Dachui climbed the mountain in silence.

He originally liked to joke, had a wild temper, and would often quarrel with Teng Shanhai when nothing happened.

But now this silence has been with Wang Dachui for more than a month.

Maybe others are not sure yet, but as the leader of the Sixth Department, the exact information he received is that all his former companions are gone.

Without exception!

Yi, Teng Shanhai, Ye Xiao died in battle...

Yu Lingdi is missing...

Situ Yong died.

These are only six parts, not counting the half-saints who died in the battle among the senior officials of the Holy Temple.

Comrades outside the front line can still joke around while climbing mountains, but Wang Dachui can no longer laugh.

These battle damage lists are nothing, they are just a few people, and they are nothing to the Holy Mountain.

Wang Dachui knew that this was the heaviest loss suffered by the Holy Temple in recent decades.

Even he could see that this big shakeup at the top level was anything but normal.

That was Dao Qiongcang preparing for the next battle, and it was the first child in the battle of life and death.

The rain is coming and the wind is blowing!

One can imagine how dangerous it will be next.

"winter!"

Carrying a sledgehammer on his back, he jumped to the top of the holy mountain.

Looking around, most of the people in white, red, Liubu and others have gathered, arranged in an orderly manner, chatting and laughing.

Everyone here is a cutting-edge person, each with his or her own arrogance.

When the ten-member discussion group did not come out, they continued to point out the situation and talk loudly. From the top ten seats to the new Seven Sword Immortals, they made comments and comments. How pleasant it was!

Wang Dachui withdrew his gaze and spoke even lower.

He recalled the scene when he first entered Dongtianwang City at night.

At that time, when the transmission channel opened, Ye Xiao, Yi, Teng Shanhai, Situ Yongren, and Rao Yaoyao all came out, each in high spirits.

The Seven Swordsmen lead the six divisions to support the battle in the Eastern Region. Who doesn’t go there with the mentality of having fun and going home?

——All dead!

If he hadn't been on Guyin Cliff at that time, he would have received the mission of Rao Yaoyao and turned around to search for "Yellow Spring".

Maybe today, I will become one of the protagonists in the story they discuss.

"Laugh……"

Wang Dachui didn't care about the ridicule of the people around him as a survivor.

He already knows how powerful his opponents are, but these people are still in the dark and have not yet woken up.

They can still laugh today, and hopefully they can be happy and at peace when they go to the front line tomorrow.

"First seat?"

“The first one I’ve ever seen!”

“The first one I’ve ever seen!

"

Only the team affiliated with the Sports Department saw their leader arriving and saluted solemnly to greet the only boss of the six departments who showed up in advance.

The surrounding discussion became less loud, but not quiet either.

The remaining five members who lost their respective seats were leaderless, and their energy and energy were as scattered as a plate of sand.

But there was still light in each of their eyes.

It's just that the light doesn't point towards the sky, but only towards the identity of the new leader.

Some people joked that "I can go up there," and speculated that good luck would come to them later, and the position of first place would fall on them?

What's more, they even planned the meal after the Holy Mountain event, and reminisced about the long-lost taste of the beauties from the Central Realm.

The warm breeze makes you intoxicated, and the fragrance of cinnamon penetrates your bones.

Jade capital is still prosperous, and elegant officials still have red lips.

Wang Dachui was one of them before. After scanning around this time, he silently withdrew his gaze and looked at the majestic Shenghuan Hall on the jade steps.

"Dao Qiongcang, how can you rely on these people to defeat the Saint Slave?"

…

The sun's shadow is setting in the west, and everyone is gathered together.

In the Shenghuan Hall, with the sound of "squeaking", a cinnamon wheelchair was welcomed out, and five figures stepped out.

"coming!"

"Ten-member council! This is my first time on the Holy Mountain, my first time seeing... Well, why are there only six figures?"

"Master of the Dao Palace! The leader must be the Master of the Dao Palace. As expected, he is an immortal and has amazing talent and appearance!"

"The Great Emperor of Cangsheng is also here, is that the Evil Sin Bow?"

"And the God of Death is not crazy... Hey, I haven't seen this guy for a long time."

"Kyuji-sama is so beautiful!"

"Kunpeng Divine Envoy Yu Lao! And Elemental Divine Envoy Mr. Zhong Yuanzi! I haven't seen this one for a long time..."

"What about the rest?"

Until the six figures settled down on the jade steps one after another, everyone couldn't wait for the four people who came after them, each with their own surprises and doubts.

It's Rao Yaoyao. Some people heard that she was beheaded by the new generation saint slave Shoye in the Yunlun Mountains, but they still didn't believe it.

These rumors can only be listened to carefully after the official obituary announcement from the Holy Mountain.

"Everyone!"

Dressed in black and white, the majestic Dao Qiongcang held Tianji Sinan in his hand. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sweet-scented osmanthus on the Holy Mountain Square withered, and everyone's smiles disappeared.

There was a kind of mourning in the air.

Everyone's heart sank, and they no longer dared to smile playfully. They realized that this grand event was not about the enthusiastic new official taking office, but was going to be based on sadness?

The fragrance of cinnamon filled the east of the Guizhe Holy Mountain and drifted into the dim screen candle area.

Under the skinny broken willow, there is an ancient table that has been gathering dust for many years, a flickering broken lamp, and a pitted ghost sword.

The swaying shadow of the candle reflected a vague figure under the broken willow that was no longer paralyzed and slowly getting up.

He was like an octogenarian, his movements were as slow as a tortoise, but he finally completed the act of getting up, and finally leaned on the broken willow with all his strength.

Hua Changdeng slowly turned his head, expressionless, and looked in the direction of Shenghuan Hall.

During the whole process, he made no sound.
To be continued...