Alien God System

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A quarter of an hour later, a red light fell on the position of the Holy Fire Sect's main altar, and Yang Feng's figure appeared again in this place.

When the disciple Zongtan saw him, he couldn't help but bowed and clasped his fists: Teacher Yang...Uh no, Young Master, you are back! "

Well, where are the old poisons now? "

In the Holy Fire Hall! "

Got it! "

Nodding lightly, Yang Feng was already familiar with this place, and he greeted everyone, and hurriedly went to find the Poison King and the others.

When I arrived at the Holy Fire Hall, I saw the two old fellows, the Poison King and the Corpse King, once again leading the senior members of the whole sect, kneeling in front of the holy fire, recite the doctrines with a pious face, just like praying.

The raging fire burns my remains; how happy is life, and why die..."

Old poison! "

Suddenly, Yang Feng yelled, interrupted them, and ran in with excitement on his face, shouting: If you are free now, I will proceed to the ceremony of taking over the leader immediately. I want to enter the holy mound. I promise to walk well this time and stop sneezing! "

Young Master, are you back? "

Hey, this kid is back again, come and see if he can pass this time! "

Seeing this familiar face, the King of Poison's eyes lit up, and the chanting stopped. In the hot flame, Ouyang yelled, and all the illusory heroic spirits appeared, staring closely, and the corners of his mouth swept across the evil spirits. Different smile.

In the end, the kid came back.

Master Saint Ancestor, let him pass this time, after all, I have not taught a leader for a hundred years. If this continues, the sacred religion will collapse without a leader! "

A group of heroic spirits looked at the flame phantom sitting in the middle, but the shadow had been staring in the direction of the front hall, silently, as if thinking about something.

At this moment, the Poison Kings and the crowd greeted them. First they looked at Yang Feng up and down with surprise, then their complexion became stiff and shouted: Young Master Yang, where is the Tyrannical Dragon Robe? Where’s the robes of the leader I teach? After you wore it out, why didn't you wear it back? "

Uh this..."

Feeling stagnant, Yang Feng slapped his mouth twice, and smiled Cancan: My... Tyrannosaurus robe, it is dirty, I took it for dry cleaning, and can't get it back for a while. Let's perform the ceremony of taking over the leader first. After two days of washing, I will get it back. "

His face suddenly sank, and the poison king's heart suddenly tightened, and he shouted: Young Master, can you stop making things up? The Naha dragon robe is a holy artifact of my teachings, the top twelfth rank war soldier, how could it be contaminated with secular loot casually? No need to wash at all. Tell me the truth, how did you teach me the Tyrannical Robe? "

Uh..."

Scratching his head, Yang Feng saw that the old man couldn't be fooled, so he had no choice but to laugh and hesitated: I...I took it and exchanged a few hostages with the ghost king! "

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

Old poison, don't worry, I'm not trying to save people! "

When the Poison King heard these words, he immediately shook his body and uttered a rare rage towards Yang Feng. Yang Feng shuddered with fright and couldn't help but wave his hands again and again: At that time, 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 be honest, this deal is quite worth it. I saved tens of thousands of lives..."

Worth it! "

Before he could finish his words, the Poison King screamed directly and interrupted him, his eyes flushed with anger: Young Master, Naba Dragon Robe is the sacred robe of the leader of the sect, representing the supremacy of the leader of the sect. authority. In order to protect this robe, the whole sect can fight everyone's life. Such a precious treasure, you just took it to deal with people so casually, you are chilling the hearts of all the followers of the whole sect, are you still worthy to be our leader? "

The Poison King was roaring, he didn't give Yang Feng any face, and he didn't take into account his terrifying strength. It can be seen that he was really angry.

When the others saw this, they stared at Yang Feng with a gloomy expression, no longer their previous kindness.

Even if he is the next heir to the Holy Ancestor's Heroic Kinship, but to trade the treasures respected by all of the sect, it is clear that he has not paid attention to the sincerity of the sect to the sacred religion.

How can such a person be worthy of being a leader?

For a time, everyone fell apart, and at the beginning, the enthusiasm for finally having a leader of the religion for a hundred years disappeared instantly.

People are very disappointed with Yang Feng's playful approach.

Ah oh!

Seeing this scene, the heroes in the holy flame also shook their heads helplessly and sighed.

Now it’s troublesome. The leader is renegotiated, how to take the position! "

It's just a piece of torn clothes, but the cultists take it very seriously. It is a treasure. Even the leader can't move it casually. Now he is offending the public. How can it end? "

In fact, this tyrannical robe began to circulate in the 33rd generation, and it is not a sacred item that has been circulated in this religion. The reason why the congregation considers it so important is entirely because it was presented by the ten empires when the sect was the co-lord of the ten empires, representing the glory of the sect. The congregation values ​​the glorious era. The leader Yang had already set off this glorious era before he came to power. It was tantamount to a prodigal behavior. No wonder everyone was angry. He shattered everyone's dreams, alas! "

...

A group of ghosts were discussing, and finally they all looked at the saint ancestor together and bowed and said: Master saint ancestor, what do you think? "

I sit and watch! "

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the group of flames stared at the tense scene closely, and muttered: The reason why the leader is the leader, the leader of a religion, is not a dead thing, but the ability to gather people's hearts. . Today's incident is considered the biggest test for this kid. This is no longer a matter of joking, just explain it twice. If he can even pass this hurdle, then he is the real leader, whether we approve it or not, the same. Otherwise...hahaha! "

With a chuckle, the ancestor didn't say anything, just continued to watch.

The rest of the people are also watching all this closely, watching how things continue to develop.

In silence, Yang Feng also felt the heaviness of the atmosphere on the scene and the coldness of the people around him. If they hadn't been the heir appointed by the holy ancestor, they would have killed themselves if they tried their best.

Licking some dry lips, Yang Feng seemed to realize that he had caused a big disaster, and he couldn't help scratching his head, and smiled brightly: Well... wouldn't it work without that robe? Our succession ceremony..."

Still want to take over? "

Staring at him fiercely, the Poison King gritted his teeth and said: When you find the Naba dragon robe, you won't be too late. Now, you are not qualified to be the leader of our Holy Flame, let's go! "

After speaking, the Poison King has already turned around and is about to leave, and the rest of the people will follow closely...