Chapter 512

Whew!

A quarter of an hour later, a touch of red light fell on the main altar of the sacred fire cult, and Yang Feng's figure appeared in this place again.

When the general altar disciple saw him, he couldn't help bowing and hugging: "sect leader Yang... Er, no, childe Yang, you're back!"

"Well, old poison, where are they now?"

"In the hall of the holy fire!"

"I see!"

With a faint nod, Yang Feng was familiar with this place. He said hello to the people and hurried to find the poison king.

When they came to the holy fire hall, they saw the poison king and the corpse King kneeling in front of the holy fire again with the high-level of the whole religion, reading the teachings devoutly, just like going to church.

"The raging fire burns my residual body; life is no joy, death is no pain..."

"Old poison!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng shouted loudly, interrupted them, ran in with excitement on his face, and shouted, "are you free now? Let's have the succession ceremony of the leader right away. I'm going to enter the holy tomb. I promise I'll walk well this time and stop sneezing!"

"Young master Yang, are you back?"

"Hey, the boy is back again. Come and see if he can pass this time!"

Looking at this familiar face, the poison King brightened his eyes and stopped reading. In the hot flame, Ouyang shouted, and all the illusory heroes appeared, staring up tightly, and a strange smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Finally, the boy came back.

"Lord Shengzu, let him pass this time. After all, I haven't had a leader for a hundred years. If we go on like this, the dragon will have no head and the Holy Church will collapse!"

A group of heroes looked at the empty shadow of the flame sitting in the middle, but the shadow was staring at the direction of the front hall, silent, as if thinking about something.

At this time, the poison king and the others greeted Yang Feng with surprise. Then they looked up and down at Yang Feng with a stiff face and shouted, "young master Yang, where's the overlord robe? Where's the overlord robe and overlong robe I taught? Why didn't you wear it back after you wore it out?"

"Er, this..."

Yang Feng smacked his mouth twice and said with a smile, "my... Tyrant robe is dirty. I took it to dry cleaning and can't get it back at the moment. Let's have the succession ceremony of the leader first. After washing it in two days, I'll get it back."

His face suddenly sank, and the poison King's heart suddenly tightened and shouted, "young master, can you stop making up. That Dragon Robe is the holy thing of my teaching. How can it be easily polluted by worldly stolen goods? It doesn't need to be washed at all. Tell me the truth, what have you done with my teaching Dragon Robe?"

"Er, that..."

Scratching his head, Yang Feng saw that the old man couldn't fool him, so he had to laugh and falter: "I... I took it to exchange some hostages with the ghost king!"

"What? Did you give it to the traitor of the ghost king?"

"Old poison, don't worry. I didn't do it to save people!"

When the poison king heard these words, he immediately shook his body and made a rare angry sound to Yang Feng. Yang Feng was so frightened that he shook his hand and said, "there was really no way. He and his men abused thousands of people in the palace. I really couldn't see it, so I made a deal with him. To tell the truth, the deal was worth it. I saved tens of thousands of lives..."

"Worth a fart!"

Before he finished speaking, the poison King directly roared and interrupted him, his eyes red with anger: "Young master Yang, the Dragon Robe is the holy robe of the leader of our sect and represents the supreme authority of the leader of our sect. The whole sect can fight for everyone's life in order to protect this robe. You can trade such a precious treasure with others casually. You have chilled the hearts of all believers of the whole sect. Do you deserve to be our leader?"

The poison King roared and did not give Yang Feng any face, nor did he take into account his terrible strength. It can be seen that he was really angry.

When the rest of the people saw this, they also stared at Yang Feng with a gloomy face, and there was no previous kindness.

Even if he was the next successor of the holy ancestor, he traded the treasure respected by all the members of the church, which clearly did not take the sincerity of the members of the church to the holy church to heart.

How can such a person deserve to be a leader?

For a moment, the people fell apart. At the beginning, their enthusiasm for a religious leader in the past century dissipated.

People are disappointed with Yang Feng's playful practice.

Ah, oh!

Looking at this scene, the heroes in the holy fire shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and began to understand.

"Now it's troublesome. The leader is divorced from his heart. How to ascend!"

"It's just a rag, but the disciples attach great importance to it. It's the most precious treasure. Even the leader can't move at will. Now he's offended the public. How can he end?"

"In fact, this dragon robe was handed down from the thirty-three dynasties. It is not a sacred thing that has been handed down by our religion all the time. The reason why the believers see it so important is that it was presented by the ten empires when our religion was the co leader of the ten empires, which represents the glory of our religion. What the believers value is the glorious era of that year. Before the leader Yang came to power, he began to wear it To offset this glorious era is tantamount to the behavior of a black sheep. No wonder everyone will be angry. He broke everyone's dreams, alas! "

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A group of ghosts were discussing. Finally, they looked at the holy ancestor and bowed down and said, "what do you think, holy ancestor?"

"I sit and watch!"

The corner of his mouth tilted slightly, and the flame shadow stared at the tense scene and muttered: "The reason why the leader is the leader of a religion is not a dead thing, but his ability to unite people. Today's event is the biggest test for this boy. It's not a matter of laughing and explaining casually. If he can even pass this camp, he is the real leader, whether we recognize it or not Otherwise... Ha ha! "

Smiling, the holy ancestor stopped talking and just continued to watch.

The rest of the people are also staring at all this and watching things continue to develop.

In silence, Yang Feng also felt the heaviness of the scene atmosphere and the coldness of the people around him. If they were not the heirs appointed by the ancestors, they would kill themselves.

Licked some dry lips. Yang Feng seemed to realize that he had caused great trouble. He couldn't help scratching his head. Can smiled and said: "well... Can't we do without that robe? Our succession ceremony..."

"Still want to take over?"

Staring at him fiercely, the poison King gnashed his teeth and said, "it's not too late for you to take over when you get the Dragon Robe back. Now, you're not qualified to be the leader of our sacred fire sect. Let's go!"

With that, the poison king turned directly and was about to leave. The rest of the people followed closely