Chapter 1255： Each has its own picture

In five days, in the blink of an eye.

And in these five days, the entire Taoist Academy was trapped in an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Wu Lewu was not a small blow to all the evil spirits.

No one thought that the dignified Hundred Talents of the Human Race were so unbearable that they were not only suppressed by the Yao Race Tianjiao, but now they are easily wiped out by the Ghost Race Anzi.

Comparing the two, although the human race has occupied the blue sky for 100,000 years, it seems that it has a deep foundation, but the talents and means still seem fragile and ridiculous.

"My son, today is the day for the palace lord to give a lecture."

In the backyard of Daoshan, Xuanyuan Weiyang put his hands on his cheeks, his bright eyes flickered, and he looked at the teenager who bowed his head and sipped tea in front of him.

For some reason, she always felt a little over the past five days, the son in front of her... seemed to be different from usual.

It's just that this difference, she really can't explain it, anyway, it feels very strange.

"Oh."

Ling Xiao put down his teacup and looked towards the center of Daoshan, a wisp of purple air floating in his eyes.

Finally, after waiting for a few days, the feast came on schedule.

Since Wu Le was killed, he has never appeared on Daoshan again.

And the noisy Daotian Academy suddenly seemed to fall silent.

Lu Ming, if this young man who has just entered the contemporary academy is really a dark child of the ghost clan, then it is very likely...this troubled world is far more complicated and turbulent than the world imagined.

One hundred thousand years ago, in the Qingcang realm, demons, ghosts and immortals attacked each other, and finally the realm master reached the summit and crushed the tens of thousands of races.

But now, when the heavenly demons are present, the ghosts and demons come out together, the great fortune of heaven and earth... it seems that it is still not above the human race.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao turned his head, took a deep look at Xuanyuan Weiyang, and lifted his foot down toward the mountain.

At the same time, in the golden palace deep in the mountain.

There are endless rays of sunlight that turn into clouds, enveloping the entire mountain.

All auspiciousness is draped in the void, exuding a heart-shaking spirit of Taoism.

And before the hall, countless disciples of the clan had already gathered, with excited expectations on their faces, looking forward to the direction of the hall.

I saw that at this moment, above the hall, a golden light platform stood high.

Around the treasure platform, there are ten seats, all made of Lingyu, with brilliant brilliance and prosperous charm.

Obviously, these ten seats should be prepared for the human evil spirits who have kept their names on the stele of the gods.

And around the ancient temple, there are still countless futon long cases scattered, but the position is a bit behind, there are a thousand in total.

Of course, for the vast majority of young disciples in the Azure Realm, it is a great honor to be able to enter this lecture hall.

Paying homage to the Lord of Heaven and listening to his lectures and preaching are the greatest benefits of this trip.

Soon, the ancient temple was crowded with people inside and outside.

Until Ling Xiao's figure appeared on the square in front of the temple, the original noisy square suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of Tianjiao bowed at the same time, bowed to the black-clothed, calm-walking young man, and said, "Farewell to the son."

Ling Xiao had a gentle expression, nodded lightly, walked straight through the crowd, and sat down on the spot before walking to the golden platform.

Beside him, Yao Guang's eyes were light, and he occupied one of the ten seats next to Ling Xiao.

Xuanyuan Weiyang seemed to hesitate a little, until he saw a smile in Ling Xiao's eyes, he gritted his silver teeth and sat beside the son.

Seeing this scene, everyone did not have the slightest objection.

After all, the three people in front of him are all truly top-notch people in Qing Cang Contemporary.

Of course, even if there are two pigs next to Young Master Ling Xiao today, if Young Master thinks they should occupy a place, then naturally no one would dare to object.

Because the son is worth it.

At the same time, outside the hall.

The two figures are hidden in the crowd, their faces are a little sneaky.

The palace lord's lectures are good luck for any young man.

But compared to this good fortune, what Yang Yuan and Zhang Jiuji are more concerned about at this time is naturally the two unknown exclusive good fortunes hidden in the depths of the academy.

Heavenly Demon Relic, Tianfu Key.

Success or failure, in one fell swoop!

"Sister Xia, this time...I beg you."

On the side of the square, Yang Yuan took a deep breath and turned to look at Xia Zhimeng.

In the past two days, he has found out that the guard of this Tibetan scripture hall is only the most relaxed today.

In this world, the palace lord, whether he is a student or an elder, will come here to listen to the Hadith, and only one elder will be guarded in the Tibetan scripture hall!

Just relying on his own power to deal with a sacred elder is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

Therefore, he needs a bait to lead the elder away.

As for whether he could enter the Tibetan Scripture Hall smoothly, Yang Yuan was somewhat worried at this time.

However, reincarnation Tianfu, he is bound to win.

And the key to open Tianfu is now in front of him, and he must not miss this opportunity.

As soon as Daotian Palace Lord appears later, he should act too!

On the other side, Zhang Jiuji, dressed in a green robe, stared coldly at the ten seats in the ancient temple.

Much attention!

He should have had this honor!

But unfortunately, he was unfavorable when he came out of the teacher, and the middle way became a demon. Now he is incognito, easily transformed, and hides in the dark like a real evil demon.

This feeling made Zhang Jiuji extremely depressed, and his hatred for Hua Mingxi became more intense.

If it wasn't himself, the second senior sister, who lied to him to go to Lingxi Valley, he would not fall into death.

In this way, Yinyue would not slaughter everyone in order to save him.

Now it seems that if you want to get rid of the magic name, I am afraid that it will not happen overnight.

And as Yinyue said, in this world, only strength is the only criterion for distinguishing good from evil.

If 190,000 years ago, it was the heavenly demon who had won, then the immortal clan today... would be intolerable in the world!

"call!"

Zhang Jiuji took a deep breath, suppressing all the anger in his heart.

After all, what he is plotting now is still a life of nine deaths.

Once his whereabouts are revealed, I am afraid this mountain will be where his bones are buried.

But, Heavenly Demon Relics, this kind of good fortune, let alone Zhang Jiuji could not resist, I am afraid that it is difficult for Ling Xiao, the young master of the Primordial Clan, not to be tempted, right?

Originally, Zhang Jiuji was still worried, that there is a boundless retreat in that fairy cave.

In case the two meet, I am afraid that they will attract a lot of attention soon.

But... pouch.

Dao Wuya was seriously injured by the monster clan that day, and he was still lying on the bed right now.

What is there to say, good luck is mine!

only!

As Zhang Jiuji stepped forward and quietly walked towards the edge of the square, his face suddenly condensed.

At this moment, he could see that among the crowd, Yang Yuan and Xia Zhimeng were equally sneaky covering their whereabouts, and wanted to leave here.

And the eyes of the two fell on him by coincidence.

"Um?!"

Inexplicably, the eyes of the three trembled, and they pretended to look away nonchalantly before returning to the square.

It seems to be... have you run into a competitor?

But, Brother Yang, you have been pretending to be alone recently. This time, Zhang Jiuji will never let it!