Everything has settled and come to an end.

Lu Feng became the Golden Throne Holy Master.

Miki's hard work also paid off and became the first Ginza.

As for Liu Zhen, who openly abandoned the team, he would bear the infamy of everyone in the Holy City.

"Master's golden throne has been guarded by Senior Brother Lu Feng, and the Qingxu Pulse will never be silent, and will rise from this moment."

"And all of this was brought by Lu Feng."

The two iron-clad sages, Chu Yunsong and Lu Tao, looked at Lu Feng intently, and tears suddenly welled up in their eyes.

These are tears that have been accumulated for hundreds of years, and they are falling with excitement at this moment.

Lu Feng's gaze looked at the brilliant golden throne that was close at hand, and suddenly a staircase paved with golden light spread to his feet.

After being silent for a long time, he stepped forward with a steady and heavy pace.

That golden throne, a kind and gentle figure left by the traces of the Holy Dao left by the Pure Void Holy Master, looked at him lovingly as he did thousands of years ago.

He turned his back to everyone, and there was a mist in his eyes that no one could see, which was the respect for a generation of holy masters, and it was also an expression of his true feelings for this old man who loved him wholeheartedly.

Looking at the direction of the distant Tianxing Prefecture, Lu Feng seemed to see the eternal figure of the old man in the ruins.

"Tianxingzhou, waiting for me ....."

He walked to the end of the stairs, and as soon as he turned around, he sat on the golden throne that represented supreme dignity, and billions of beams of light suddenly burst out from the golden throne.

Under the glow of this moment, Lu Feng's eyes were extremely majestic, and he controlled this golden throne in an instant, and countless complicated information poured into his mind.

"There are a lot of Holy Dao perceptions, which may not be of much use to others, but my Holy Dao of Creation is inclusive of all things, and I need all kinds of strength to continue to comprehend, and this golden throne is a supreme treasure for me!"

Every ancient artifact is a supreme treasure.

When he really sat on this golden throne, Lu Feng realized that it was terrible.

Every holy master who sits on the golden throne will leave a unique trace of the holy path when he attains enlightenment.

And the Golden Throne has existed since ancient times, and it contains countless holy dao perceptions of the warriors of the three clans of human demons and demons

Under this accumulation of days, the power of the Golden Throne has already reached a terrifying level.

It is impossible to imagine how much power should be accumulated in the Purple Gold Palace, which is more advanced than the Golden Throne and only a half-step Ancient Saint is qualified to sit.

The beautiful woman's eyes looked at Lu Feng for a moment, her eyes were full of appreciation, she was still able to turn things around in such an unfavorable situation, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

Although he had an indelible grudge with the powerful imperial dynasty, the Inscription Guild, as a force that did not fight for hegemony, did not care.

"Lu Feng, from today onwards, you are one of the twelve golden thrones, and this is also the golden throne token, with it, you will have supreme glory and power in the holy city, as for some details, there is a spiritual seal in the token."

A soft voice spat out of the beautiful woman's mouth.

Her Qianqian jade hand moved, and a golden token fell into Lu Feng's hand.

Holding this token, it has a weight of ten thousand pounds, and what makes Lu Feng sigh is that the material of this token can be used to refine ancient holy weapons.

At this point, I have to admit that the inscription guild has a lot of money.

"From today onwards, I am one of the Twelve Golden Throne Saint Masters, representing the Pure Void Saint Master!"

Lu Feng held the Golden Throne Token, and when he sat on the Golden Throne, he naturally carried a suppressive coercion, and that will was strengthened, and it resounded throughout the Holy City.

From this moment on, everyone knew that the Pure Void Saint Master lineage, which was originally gradually lonely and was about to dissipate, would rise because of Lu Feng alone.

Looking at the top of the golden throne, just like Lu Feng of the Emperor of the Holy Realm, that line of sight had different emotions.

Mu Tianhai's face was gloomy, Lu Feng's strength once again refreshed his cognition, and in just over a short period of time, his strength has increased by leaps and bounds.

He couldn't help but worry, Lu Feng's qi had already been achieved, and the imperial dynasty would be turbulent because of him in the future.

But he didn't have the slightest way to stop Lu Feng's edge at the moment.

The next thing is the re-ranking of Ginza, and Miki becomes the first Ginza, also enjoying great glory.

And Liu Zhen was deliberately ranked at the end of Ginza, which I have to say is a great irony.

Moreover, if someone rushes into the Ginza position, the first person to be eliminated will be this Liu Zhen.

With the end of this competition for the throne, the holy city is also lively, and countless people come to congratulate the originally quiet former residence.

For this kind of thing, Lu Feng had no intention of dealing with it, and handed it all over to Chu Yunsong, who had a steady personality.

In the depths of the quiet and quiet former residence, Lu Feng enjoyed a rare calm, lying on a rockery, squinting his eyes slightly, and taking a nap.

The Golden Throne Saint Master is very free, and only when the Inscription Guild encounters a tricky trouble that is difficult to solve, they will be summoned to deal with it.

A few people like to be lively, such as Wu Chi and the bad old man, have now used the name of Lu Feng's Golden Throne Holy Master to have a lot of fun in the Holy City.

Not far away, a lotus step came, looking at Lu Feng, who finally showed a relaxed look, Mo Ling showed distress.

Few people know how much Lu Feng has paid behind all these achievements, and every time he is hovering between life and death.

She has never been able to forget the scene when Lu Feng pointed out her piano path when she met her for the first time in Tianlin Wangcheng.

It was also that time that the two met, which made Mo Ling extremely happy.

I hadn't touched the piano for a long time, Mo Ling sat next to Lu Feng, and the melodious and brisk sound of the piano made my heart ethereal.

Lu Feng admired Mo Ling's piano intention and had a lot of achievements, just one piano song made him full of joy, and even the tiredness of the past was swept away.

The soft and glutinous fragrance soaked into his nose, and Lu Feng sneaked up on Mo Ling's little hand, and the warm touch made him reluctant to let go for a while.

Looking at the bright smile that rarely filled Lu Feng's face, Mo Ling's heart was touched, and as a reward for his hard work these days, he let him move his hands and feet.

After a long time, when the flush on Mo Ling's face slowly receded, he asked, "Brother Feng, what are you going to do next." ”

She knew that such comfortable days were short-lived, and how heavy the burden was on the man she loved so much.

It was a prosperous and powerful dynasty waiting for him to contend with.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression: "The matter of the Holy City is over, and it is impossible for me to stay here indefinitely, so I have decided to go to a place after the privileges of the Golden Throne Holy Master are exhausted first. ”

The privilege he spoke of was naturally the right to use the origin and enjoy the acceleration of time within the Divine Diagram of Vientiane.

Every Golden Throne Saint Master can have the treatment of entering the Origin Land for one year every ten years.

Many Golden Throne Saint Masters would choose to accumulate time, but now the situation in the Eastern Xuan Domain is changing rapidly.

Lu Feng didn't have that time to accumulate, he just hoped to get some opportunities to make his strength stronger there.

Mo Ling nodded, leaning his head sideways on Lu Feng's shoulder.

As the sun set, red fiery clouds spread all over the sky, and golden brilliance sprinkled down, stretching Lu Feng's shadow like a long needle pointing to a strange and familiar place.

(End of chapter)