Chapter 1044

Fairy age?

Nanmen Maple's eyes are round. Aren't there only six times, namely, the near ancient, the middle ancient, the ancient, the ancient, the ancient and the flood? What happened in the age of immortals?

Cruel?

How strong should it be to be called a cruel man by the seven kill old man?

A series of mysteries lingered in the heart of Nanmen maple. He looked at each other in confusion and looked forward to the answer.

"The time has not come. With your current strength, it's not good to know too much!"

The old man waved his hand, unwilling to say more, and asked: "Little fellow, my seven star holy palace has been standing in the Fengmo mausoleum for endless years. Its purpose is to wait for the successor of the Seven Star holy palace. You accidentally got the dying of the existence, which led to the patriarch's taking a different look at you, but at least you have met the basic requirements, and the position of Shaogong master should be inherited from you."

The old man came slowly.

"Young palace leader?"

The maple in the South Gate took a breath of air-conditioning. Nie Wanru and Zhan Tianji were able to enter the inner gate. Ximenyan, Bai Qian, Yuchi Jun and others could only be ranked in the outer gate, but they were suddenly recognized as the leader of the little palace!

"What can I benefit from inheriting the young palace leader?"

Nanmen Feng didn't hurry to answer, but began to sit on the ground with the other party.

"You slick!"

The old man in white robe smiled, stroked his beard and said: "the master of the little palace is the master of the Seven Star holy palace. The seven halls of seven murders, greedy wolves, Beidou, breaking the army, Pluto, Tianji and Yuheng naturally belong to the jurisdiction of the director of the little Palace."

"In other words, inherit the young palace leader. As long as there are here, everything belongs to you."

"Hmm? But I'm sure?"

Nanmen Maple breathed a little fast and his face was suspicious.

"OK!"

The white robed old man nodded and said, "how about inheriting the position of the young palace leader, leading the Seven Star holy palace to the top of all rivers and rescuing the world in danger, you can get all here."

The old man looked indifferent and had full confidence in his heart. The character of Nanmen Feng, the bandit leader, will definitely not push away the benefits of delivering to the door.

Hearing this, the maple mouth of the South Gate trembled slightly and led the Seven Star holy palace to the top of the hundred rivers. Although this goal is ambitious, it is not impossible to achieve it with the existence of spirit killing body, but the hope is slim. But he thinks highly of him to save the world. How powerful can he be!

However, it is absolutely shameful not to take advantage of it. The Seven Star holy palace has existed in the flood and famine period. The treasures in it must be earth shaking. It will be within reach to inherit the position of Little Palace leader.

If you don't promise such good deeds, you will be damned and thunderstruck!

As for leading the Seven Star holy palace to the top of all rivers, it's not urgent. You can take your time and do your best to save all the people in the world. If you have this ability, he will {do}, and if you don't have this ability, he will {withdraw}.

"Young palace leader, I want it!"

Nanmen Feng swallowed the clouds with pride and nodded very firmly.

"Ha ha! Just wait for you!"

The old man in white robe was very pleased and said in a deep voice, "follow me to a place!"

After that, the white robed old man's eyes were shining, the sky was spinning, the space was shaking wildly, and then the three beasts and two people disappeared.

"The burial of emperor Xuanlong is the pinnacle of emperor Xuandi. He is the parent-child of the king of Beidou and covers an era. No one dares to fight among his peers!"

"Fengxiu Xuandi, Xuandi's peak state! He has excellent understanding, created his own shooting skills, swept the world, and hired ancient people, which is powerful in all directions..."

"Huolin Xuandi, Xuandi's peak state! It has great potential to shock the world. It should be surrounded by dragons and the supreme fighting body. Don't dare not follow it. The sword swings in ancient times and kills demons..."

For a long time, looking at these portraits and deeds in front of him, Nanmen Feng was angry and pale, and his face was full of admiration.

Almost all the previous masters of the Seven Star holy palace can dominate an era. They beat their peers to flee, and even climb to the top of all rivers and look at everything.

This is the real strong man. Everyone is shocking and unparalleled.

"It seems that my potential is really unsatisfactory, young palace master!"

Nanmen Feng sighed indifferently. The past palace masters have been too evil and their physique has reached the supreme body. They are so fierce! They are extremely wild!

"Future achievements are not determined by potential!"

With a smile, the old man in white robe immediately reached out to the last portrait and said in a deep voice, "for example, this one!"

Nanmen Feng looked up, his pupils suddenly retracted and locked on the portrait.

"King of stars, king of false gods! The last leader of the Seven Star holy palace has the strongest combat power in the past dynasties, but its potential is unattractive. He is just a mortal without any physique, 50% Xuanwu, 80% Disha, 100% cave, 200 years xuanxu... He has become a false god king for thousands of years. His firm faith is hard to find in the world. He has fought the way of heaven with his flesh and blood and walked out of a common path Build a road in your own martial arts! "

Nanmen Feng was stunned for a long time, and his consciousness was almost insufficient.

A mortal without constitution?

50% Xuanwu? 80% Desha? A hundred years into a cave? Wanzai false god king?

Without physique, he dared to step into the martial arts, and his realm reached the level of the founder of the Seven Star holy palace. It's really hard to think that it was done by a mortal.

It is said that the strongest realm in the world is Xuandi, but there are always some martial arts lunatics trying to challenge higher, so there is a false god King realm, which is more powerful and invincible than Xuandi.

"The road of martial arts will retreat if you don't advance. Although the potential is determined by heaven, people can fight the sky. If you really want to achieve the strongest, you still need to have an indomitable will. Only in this way can you overcome all difficulties and obstacles!"

The old man in white robe said a sentence leisurely, and the words echoed in the mind of Nanmen maple.

A little, the maple in the South Gate seems to have realized something, and the pupils glow.

"Younger generation knows!"

Nanmen Maple arched his hand at the old man in white robe, and he was sincerely grateful. Moreover, he had a faint feeling that what he was going to inherit was the death of the king of stars.

"Well, you can teach me. I'm the Lord of the seven killing hall. It's my duty to assist the young palace Lord."

The white robed old man nodded with satisfaction.

"Elder, I don't know if you are old. After endless years, are you alive or..."

Nanmen Feng looked at each other in disbelief, and the words stopped.

If someone can live from the famine to the present, he won't believe it unless he is hit by a ghost.

The white robed old man smiled angrily and knew the doubts of Nanmen Feng. He said sadly, "this seat died in ancient times. The disaster spread to the whole continent. The palace master led the people of the seven halls to meet the disaster one after another. It's a pity that when people are poor, they are all buried in the disaster."

Sad words spread, full of helplessness, reluctance and resentment.

Hearing this, the maple eyebrows in the South Gate frowned. With such a strong foundation of the Seven Star holy palace, why can the disaster affect the whole continent and even they can't compete?

Even when the old man died, it was the king of stars who took charge of the Seven Star holy palace.

The strongest realm on the mainland is as powerful as an immortal. Even he was buried in disaster?

The white robed old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "now, the spirit of this house is already on the verge of collapse. Even with the blessing of sealing, I'm afraid it won't survive for a few years."

"Fortunately, you appear, and there is hope in the Seven Star holy palace."

The old man in white robe said to himself, and his eyes were still haunted.

If there was no Nanmen maple, he would have to step back and choose a demon with great potential to receive gifts from palace masters of previous dynasties.

Nanmen Feng's mind turned and hurriedly asked, "senior, but do you want to give me the death of the king of stars?"

"Yes!"

With a smile on his face, the old man in white robe said, "the death of the star king needs to be recognized by the Seven Star remnant soul before he is qualified to inherit, and you are just recognized by all the remnant souls. Although there are some external factors, they do not affect your cultivation, so it's also wrong."

Hearing this, Nanmen Feng suddenly realized that he knew why he was brought here. Thanks to the spirit of fighting apes, what is the origin of the spirit of fighting apes? Before, the other party called him "the great saint"‘ What kind of state is "holy"?

The amount of information was so huge that nanmenfeng just shook his head and didn't think about it, but there was a small question lingering in his mind.

That is, in these endless years, there must be people with extreme arrogance and even super physique.

Then, Nanmen Feng raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "the Lord of the seven killing hall, from medieval to modern times, there must be no less Tianjiao demons with great potential. Even if he can't meet the requirements of the king of stars, there must be no big problem if he wants to take charge of the Seven Star holy palace?"

The white robed old man pondered a little, shook his head and said, "indeed, as you said, even the demons with the supreme body have come here, but they are destined not to be the leader of the palace, and they can become the leader of one of the seven palaces at most."

Nanmen maple is in a trance, so he doesn't understand.

"Nanmen Feng, now that you are the leader of the Shao palace, please give your master a salute!"

The white running old man stroked his beard and said calmly.

Hearing the speech, Nanmen Feng happily agreed. Then he came to the portrait of the king of the stars. After he was calm, he fell on his knees and kowtowed to the void in front of him!

"That's good! Good morals can make a great career!"

The white robed old man's eyes were shining, admired in the dark, and said sternly, "the Lord of the seven murders, obeyed the death order of the king of stars. Now it is announced that nanmenfeng has officially become the leader of our seven star holy palace, ranked as the son of the seven stars, and is in charge of the Seven Star holy palace."

"Congratulations, young palace leader!"

Black donkey, green bull and snake demon saluted Nanmen Maple one after another, but what surprised him most was that the three beasts turned into human shapes.

Black donkey is a middle-aged man with a height of seven feet. He is dark all over and matches his name very well.

Qingniu is a strong middle-aged man, wearing a blue Taoist robe and a simple and honest look.

Snake charm is an extremely enchanting and beautiful woman. Her fire red robe hangs to her feet. Her facial features are symmetrical, and her skin is snow-white without any fat. She is as natural as heaven.

"Brother donkey, brother Niu and sister Mei, don't break me!"

Nanmen Feng was shocked. These three are arrogant masters. In fact, they can crush themselves. Now they salute him. Are you kidding.

"Nanmen maple, next you should understand it with your heart. I will pass the death of the star king into your soul."

The old man in white robe said especially seriously.

"Younger generation knows!"

Nanmen Maple looked firm and good. Would he not want to, and immediately arched his hand at the old man.

Then, the old man in white stepped out and appeared in front of him in a flash. A slightly rough palm slowly raised and gently fell on his forehead.

As if struck by lightning, the maple in the South Gate suddenly shifted its consciousness and came to the top of a green mountain, leading to the depths of the sky.

Then, countless meteor showers fell from the sky and hit me. In an instant, they turned into vigorous and powerful fonts to surround themselves.