Chapter 513

Seeing this, Yang Feng hurriedly said, "old poison, where are you going?"

"Go find the ghost king and get back the tyrant robe!"

"On the fifteenth day of next month, I will fight with the ghost king. I will get it back at that time. What are you doing now? His black soul tree will be resurrected immediately. Didn't you die for nothing?"

"Yang, an outsider, you don't know our faith in the holy religion at all. We will go through fire and water for the honor of the holy religion. Anyway, we must take back the holy robe of the leader of our religion!"

The poison king shouted, and his face was very firm. The rest of the people were also determined to die.

Looking at their firm back, Yang Feng's face gradually darkened and shouted, "stop and come back to me."

There was no reply, and the people paid no attention to him at all.

"I said stop, are you deaf? As the leader of the sacred fire sect, I ordered you all to come back to me."

"You are not the leader yet. You are not qualified to order us!"

"What are you talking about?"

Touch!

The poison King sneered without looking back, but only heard a loud noise, filled with smoke and dust, and gravel splashed everywhere.

The poison king and others shook their bodies and suddenly turned around, but their eyes suddenly burst, and their chin was almost falling off.

At this moment, Yang Feng's face was black, and he had smashed the wall of their sacred fire sect that had experienced tens of thousands of years, together with the above teachings, into dust

For a moment, everyone present was dumbfounded, as if time had stagnated and turned into a stone statue.

After waiting a little, the poison King wailed: "the ink treasure of the founding moment of the holy ancestor, the teachings of our holy religion are now completely destroyed, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

"Holy Father!"

Seeing this, the other people also flopped down and cried like Yang Feng planed their ancestral grave.

Then soon, everyone glared at Yang Feng and shouted, "you, surnamed Yang, dare to destroy the teachings left by the holy ancestor in those years. It's a crime of forgetting your ancestors and disrespect. You're not qualified to be the leader of our holy religion now. You're a sinner of the holy religion!"

"Yes, sinner, sinner, sinner..."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd was angry, and everyone was denouncing Yang Feng's behavior of deceiving his teacher and destroying his ancestors.

Yang Feng's face was cold and his mouth was disdained: "I'm a sinner? I'm not worthy to be the leader of your sacred fire sect? Do you think I'd like to be the leader of your son of a bitch? A group of worthless things, the teachings handed down by my ancestors are ignored. All I know is to guard a pile of useless stones and practice formalism. It's you, not me, who really forget your ancestors and ruin the foundation of the sacred fire sect We are the sinners of the Holy Church! "

"What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it?"

The poison King roared, and even when he was sprayed back by Yang Feng's saliva, he sneered: "Do you remember what your doctrine says? The burning fire burns my broken body. Life is no joy, death is no pain... Pity me and the world. There are many worries. I can recite it. You recite it faster than I do. Do you still need to see this broken stone every day? But the key is, where do you remember? Ah? Tell me!"

With these words, Yang Feng came to the poison king in great strides, stretched out his hand to hold their chests one by one, and forced him to ask, "where did you remember? Where did you remember? Who the fuck came to tell me, where did you remember?"

Well

Silence, poison king, they don't know how to answer for a moment.

Yang Feng glared at them fiercely and said solemnly: "at the beginning, the holy ancestor founded the holy religion and engraved the doctrine on this stone wall, so that you can always remember the doctrine and never forget your original heart. But now you? Only regard these foreign objects as more important than life, but the teachings left by the holy ancestor are too much."

"I told you to take that robe in exchange for the lives of thousands of people, but you only stare at that robe. Has anyone ever paid attention to the lives of innocent people? I came back to inherit the throne of the leader to learn how to untie the black soul seal and save lives. As a result, you have always stressed to me that you can't succeed without that broken robe. You told me that the broken robe is important and important Is the life of the world important? Where is your pity for me and the world? Who is the real person who forgets his ancestors and destroys the foundation of the holy religion for thousands of years? "

Uh!

Smacked his mouth twice, and everyone had no face to lower their heads and couldn't say a word.

Yang Feng glanced at them, stood on the commanding height of morality, despised them ruthlessly, and feigned in his heart.

I'm really a genius. I bluff these fools so easily.

"Wow, that's all right!"

In the holy flame, Ouyang Eagle stared at the scene and couldn't help but say, "this boy is good at eloquence. He overturned against the wind. He smashed our things and taught our people to be speechless. What do you think?"

Eight, nine, nine, nine, eight

Those ghost sect leaders did not speak. They took out a sign transformed by flame and gave their own answers.

Seeing this, Ouyang couldn't help laughing and said, "the average score is 8.9. What a high score. It's beyond the pass line. That's when he becomes the leader. No problem. Right, holy ancestor?"

"Well, good!"

He nodded faintly, and the flame shadow couldn't help laughing: "He has good reaction and sophistry. As the leader of the sect, he doesn't have this ability. How can he unite the hearts of the congregation? But more importantly, he is right. The purpose of an organization from the beginning will change slowly after years of deposition. This is also a process of decay and corruption. He can see through this and directly attack the disadvantages of the sect. I give him great support for this!"

What, ten?

The faces changed, and the ghost sect leaders opened their mouths slightly, unbelievable.

After all, they have been ghosts in the holy fire with the holy ancestor for tens of thousands of years. For each generation of religious leaders, they decide after selection with the holy ancestor.

However, no religious leader has ever been given such a full score by the holy ancestor. It can be seen that the 38th generation of religious leaders are quite satisfied with the Holy Lord.

"Alas, I always thought that after this impetuous boy took over as the leader, I was not the one with the lowest score among us. Unexpectedly, I was still at the bottom!"

Seeing this, Ouyang Feiying couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Soul Tian Fang patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Ouyang, don't be too discouraged. In fact, you were not the candidate for the leader at the beginning, but you were temporarily hired as the successor after the boy was rejected by the holy ancestor. Therefore, although your score of 6.5 was low and just passed the pass line, it's understandable. Don't mind too much. Anyway, you're only an alternate. Everyone didn't expect much of you."

"Soul sect leader, you don't have to comfort me. If you say this, I'll be more heartbroken!" he patted the back of the hand of soul Tianfang, and Ouyang Feiying smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Wandering a little in front of them, the holy ancestor suddenly laughed and stood up and said, "well, don't be kidding. Prepare to open the door of the holy tomb to meet the 38th generation of the sect leader and inherit the holy throne. I believe that the road of revival of the sect has begun since then!"

"Abide by the decree of the Holy Father!"

Bowing together, a group of ghost sect leaders shouted.