All demon cultivators stood up to pay homage to the Patriarch

Tang Mufeng swallowed a mouthful of spit.

It was the first time he had heard of such a way of doing things. But he knew that since he had determined that his father was the fifteenth disciple of the Demon Venerable, some of his thoughts had to change.

He used to be a decent young man, thinking that he must get ahead and become a great sage, or even an immortal king, before he could hope to make peace with the Zhuge family and rescue his mother who was trapped in the Zhuge family. But in that case, I don't know how many years it will take. After he became a great sage, or an immortal king, his mother was still there.

But now he has a new idea, as long as he can save his mother, a member of the family, what if he is in the devil. After seeing Lin Mo, he realized that maybe the Demon Dao was not the same as he thought.

I didn't have a choice, but now I want to be a demon.

And just when Tang Mufeng was thinking like this.

In the sky, the clouds moved.

On the nine-story attic on the highest point in Heian City, a man in white cut through the clouds in the sky, and the white clothes floated away and landed on top of the nine-story attic.

A thick sword intent emanated from the man's body.

It was a middle-aged man with a good appearance, although it was not very shocking, but it gave people an extremely comfortable and even approachable feeling.

Just like his name - Wang Ping'an.

The current city lord of Ping'an City, one of the three great saint realm masters of Anping Prefecture, Taixuan Jiuqing Palace once gave him the Lingbao Qingping Sword.

once broke the river with a sword and cut off a thousand-zhang dragon.

He was also the person Tang Mufeng respected the most besides his father, which is why he still had to cultivate a sword to cover up after inheriting the Tang Sect's methods.

And at this moment, with the appearance of Wang Ping'an.

The boiling streets suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked in the direction of Wang Ping'an with anticipation.

At the same time, Wang Ping'an's faint voice came.

"Poor Taoist King Ping'an, two thousand years ago, but the heir of the mortal woodcutter, nicknamed Wang Er, after meeting the teacher, to enter the Tao, fifteen hundred years ago, for the East Xuanshan, Tsing Yi Taoist, into the Ding realm, to participate in the Holy Election, now Anping Prefecture, Ping'an City King Ping'an. I have achieved 2,000 years of merit!"

"Poor Dao vows, willing to preach for heaven and earth for thousands of years, only ask for the holy land to open a line, in exchange for my safe city Tianjiao soars!"

"The trial of the Holy Election is very simple, the eighty-one state capitals of the Tianxuan Continent, each of the state capitals passed the primary election, selected three people, and sent them to Yaochi to participate in the Luo Tian Da Jiao, and the one who won the first place in Luo Tian Da Jiao is the new Holy Son or Holy Maiden. "

"Eighty-one state capitals, plus the places recommended by the three major walking families, there will be a total of two hundred and fifty-two Tianjiao to participate in the final selection, but this time the situation is different, you should already know, because of the attack of the Demon Venerable, there are only seventy-two of the eighty-one state capitals in the Tianxuan Continent now!"

"The three major state capitals on the southern coast have been scorched earth, the three major state capitals of Tianmen Mountain are rampant, and the monk troops of the Holy Land have spent three more state capitals to organize the wreak havoc of the two disciples of the Demon Venerable!

In the crowd, Zhan Xiaokui and Tang Mufeng had strange faces, to be honest, they were a little weak-hearted.

Their ancestor had already wiped out one-ninth of their territory, and the two of them were still participating in the election of their holy son.

This is to be a spy! Give someone another stab in the back! Zhan Xiaokui suddenly regretted a little, the master didn't hand her this at that time.

On the other side, Wang Ping'an naturally didn't know anything about the following things, and after a pause, he continued to speak.

"So this time, the Holy Son or Holy Maiden is to choose the real person who can turn the tide and save Tianxuan from fire and water!"

"Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and whose Dao heart is not strong, are not worthy of entering Luo Tian!"

"The selection of the Anping Prefecture Government is in charge of the poor road, so the assessment criteria of the poor road are also very simple, open the sword gate of the poor road!

With Wang Ping'an's voice.

Behind him, a huge door rose up!

The door was so tall that if you looked at it from a distance, you could see that it was faintly in the shape of the tip of a sword.

There is a row of words on each side of the sword gate.

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen states!"

The sword gate towered behind Wang Ping'an, exuding an incomparably terrifying coercion.

At the same time, Wang Ping'an took a half step back.

Giving up their position, under the nine-story attic, all the Tianjiao couldn't hold back anymore at this moment, and they flew up one by one, like locusts crossing the border, flying towards the sword gate.

At the same time, Wang Ping'an returned to the nine-story attic, holding on to the railing, and behind him, a white-haired old man appeared at this moment, bowing to Wang Ping'an.

"City Lord, you went directly out of the Sword Gate, this time you can go to Luo Tian, I'm afraid there are not many. "

Wang Ping'an shook his head.

"The conditions for the Holy Selection are already extremely harsh, only cultivators under the age of 500 can participate in the selection, and for a period of 500 years old, it is extremely difficult to enter the championship, and those who enter the Saint can be called Tianjiao, and enter the Great Sage, in the 10,000 years of the Tianxuan Continent, there are less than five. This sword gate of mine complements my Qingping sword!"

"If you want to open the sword gate, you need to have at least two percent of my cultivation or sword intent, if not, going to Luo Tian is just sending them to death, I would rather they be intercepted here." I have already estimated that there is one person who can break my sword gate, which is the luck of my Anping Prefecture. "

But just when Wang Ping'an sighed.

An unparalleled loud bang rang out.

Thundered!!!

The thousand-foot-high sword gate ...... at this moment Collapsed!!

Starting from the lowest part of the Sword Gate, the crack spread to the entire Sword Gate, and then the crack extended and joined together, and the entire Sword Gate collapsed.

Where the sword gate was shattered, a young man in white withdrew his hand with some embarrassment.

His face was not surprised, not happy, and even a little annoyed, a little angry!

Under the stunned gaze of the people around them, they heard the young man's somewhat annoyed voice.

"Gan! This sword gate ...... How can it be so brittle? I'm overdoing it?"

On the other side, Zhan Xiaokui and Tang Mufeng, who were still staying in the square and did not dare to move without receiving Lin Mo's instructions, were also a little confused.

Tang Mufeng opened his mouth even more tremblingly.

"What Master Zu meant, didn't he push the two of us to get on it?

Zhan Xiaokui was also a little confused, but after all, she had been with Lin Mo for a while, and she was still speaking calmly at the moment.

"Master Zu probably wants to help us test the water first......! I didn't expect this sword gate to be so ...... Vulnerable?"