The Demon Lord has too many aliases

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Zu Changsheng paused, and Zu Wubing clenched his fists. The expressions of the father and son both dropped in unison.

The two people looked over slowly when they heard the sound, and saw a middle-aged man suddenly jumping out from the crowd.

"Master Wan Qiu of the Seven Star Hall? Do you have any objections?" Zu Changsheng searched in his memory for a while and read out the man's name word by word. A kind smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

As if unaware, Wan Qiu bowed deeply and said loudly: "My subordinates do have objections. Zhi Wubing is of low strength and is definitely not the choice of the sect leader.

" What he said is true. Wu Bing cannot stop Wu Bing from entering the realm of insight for the first time, and it is still piled up with countless treasures of heaven and earth. It is not clear whether he can improve in the future.

But everyone still admired his boldness.

After all, it doesn't matter whether Zhi Wubing's strength is high or low. What's important is that he has the support of a former half-step heavenly being and now a grand master at the pinnacle of Taoism.

Dare to question his qualifications on the spot, this is really a life-threatening situation! And for being able to wander around in the devil's path until now, no one thinks that Wan Qiu is a fool. It seems that there is someone else behind this! Zu Wubing's pale face became even whiter with anger, and he waved his sleeves angrily: "I don't know what to say! How dare you, someone like you who can't recognize your identity, to step on my head and show off your authority? Dad, just watch. Are you jumping around with this kind of ant?" He turned his head to look at Zu Changsheng and called out softly, which meant that he wanted to take action.

Seeing that his son was very angry, Zhi Changsheng felt as disgusted as eating a fly at this time. The succession ceremony that was originally smooth was disrupted like this. Even if everything went well after that, many people would secretly laugh at him in the future. This person is really cruel! ——He also guessed that there was another conspiracy behind it, but with his strength, he really had nothing to fear! He immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at Wan Qiu with murderous intent.

But at this moment, Wan Qiu suddenly turned around and looked at everyone: "Zu Wubing is not only of low cultivation, but also incompetent and shallow. He will only bully the world in the sect. If he is allowed to succeed the sect leader, I am afraid that the entire Zuokui sect will be destroyed." "It will decline, what do you think?" "Hiss!" There was a gasp, and many people thought that this guy was really crazy, but suddenly nearly a quarter of the people in the crowd stood up.

Among them are two highly respected Taoist realm elders.

"What Hall Master Wan said is very reasonable, Zhi Wubing is indeed not suitable to succeed as the leader of the sect.

"Everyone shouted in unison, with great momentum. Zu Wubing was so angry that his face turned red, and his eyes overflowed with a fierce light. He was about to have an attack, but was grabbed by Zu Changsheng.

Zu Changsheng restrained his son and looked coldly at this almost forced scene. The mighty wind roared around him. He narrowed his slender eyes and glanced coldly at the two elders who had entered the Taoist realm.

"Okay! Very good! It seems that some people think that I have fallen below the realm and become a toothless tiger, so they want to challenge me in person!!!" His cold eyes kept turning on the two of them, as if they were It was a poisonous snake spitting a message: "Since you think Zhen Wubing is not qualified to succeed the sect leader, who do you think is more qualified?" "...The third elder or the fourth elder? Or your son, laugh.

"Say it! I'll send him on his way now!" The entire hall was enveloped by this aura. Many people couldn't help but bend down under the pressure, with drops of cold sweat spilling from their faces, looking horrified.

Even Situ Yuan and several other disciples who were blocking immortality bent down under this terrifying pressure, holding their breaths one by one and not daring to take a breath.

At this time, Situ Yuan's face was pale, and he could no longer look as arrogant and proud as before.

But at this moment, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"—It's me.

" He said this voice was familiar because he had just heard it yesterday.

Strange because this understatement seemed to contain an arrogance that he had never seen before.

The Tu Da disciples who were blocking Changsheng were originally standing one by one in order. At this time, from the corner of his eye, Situ Yuan saw the figure in black robes in front of him slowly walking out, and the sound of unhurried footsteps could be heard. In the palace.

Yan Weilou came to the center of the hall, raised his head, and repeated again under the incredulous gaze of Zu Changsheng: "——It's me!" The hall was dense and dim, and the lights burning around it were like will-o'-the-wisps lit on the graves.

In the dim light of the fire, a smile appeared on the young man's pale, cold, soft and handsome face.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him in disbelief.

The young man was wearing a black robe, and there seemed to be a strong ghost fire burning at the bottom of the robe; his messy long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and there were a few strands of silver in the jet black.

A very light and very light layer of pitch black mist surrounded him, like a light and thin black veil covering his whole body.

There seemed to be thousands of remnant souls wailing in the black mist, and the sound of thousands of ghosts wailing could be heard around him.

This seems to be a vision of practicing to the extreme "Xuansha Jue", one of the three sacred scriptures of Zukuimen.

"You?!" Zhen Wubing screamed, his voice was sharp and harsh, and he pointed his finger at Yan Weilou.

"You said you want to take over as the head of the sect?!" He, who was already dressed in a funny outfit, laughed and looked even more ridiculous.

But Zu Changsheng did not smile. Instead, he looked at Yan Weilou thoughtfully, showing some vigilance.

He is more experienced than his son and knows that if the other party dares to stand up, he must have a lot of support.

Zhi Wubing didn't notice, he just laughed to himself, almost crying: "It's so shameless to say that you, a loser, still want to be the master of the sect, it's really a joke!" "You can do it, why can't I?" Yan Weilou's expression Calmly, he glanced up and down at Zu Wubing, and his tone was calmer than his expression, "You are ugly, but you think you are beautiful.

"His calmness was actually the greatest ridicule, especially when it hit the appearance that Zu Wubing cared about most, which immediately made Zu Wubing very angry.

I just wanted to rush up and slash the opponent's soft and handsome face eight times.

Zu Changsheng protected his son behind him and looked Yan Weilou up and down: "Okay! Okay! I have already entered Taoism at a young age, but I am mistaken!" As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked.

Yan Weilou didn't release his breath unexpectedly, and people with low cultivation levels really didn't notice it.

"You are my disciple and come from the same lineage as your junior brother.

You and I are the closest.

Don’t be impulsive and be taken advantage of by others! " His eyes swept across the two elders and then landed on Yan Weilou, "If you step down now, I will confer upon you the position of elder, and you will be given the opportunity to choose one of the treasures hidden in the door.

" "not good.

"Yan Weilou shook his head and glanced at Zu Wubing, "As soon as I saw the sect master's crown on such an ugly creature, I felt uncomfortable in my eyes and my mood was ruined.

It's better to peel it off! " As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the black energy around him seemed to turn into substance. He pulled it out like a black horse and suddenly pulled it forward.

"Bang!" There was an explosion in mid-air.

A corpse with a golden body, like copper poured into iron, suddenly emerged from under his feet, stood in front of Zu Changsheng, and collided with the black horse.

This is the natal corpse chief that hinders longevity.

When he was talking to Yan Weilou just now, he had already ambushed the corpse leader and was preparing to attack secretly. Who knew that before he could choose the right time, Yan Weilou had already taken action first! This explosion was like a signal, and the entire hall suddenly became chaotic, with people on both sides fighting together.

The mighty Zhi Qi around Zhi Changsheng had turned into a terrifying tornado, sweeping up in the hall, and countless lamps were extinguished at the same time.