The ancestral altar is fully revealed, vast and majestic, supreme, as if it contains the true meaning of heaven and earth.

The sound of the Great Dao Xuan sounded, it was incomparably grand, and all the heavens and all the worlds were resonating in harmony.

As if transformed into substance, you can even clearly see layers of golden sound waves, sweeping in all directions.

Su Ping raised his head and glanced at it, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Since ancient times, countless Tianjiao have longed to ascend the ancestral altar and be named the Young Emperor, which is not only the supreme glory, but also the recognition of the luck of heaven and earth and the entire human race.

It shows that he already has the capital to suppress the party and can crisscross the emperor's road.

Under the attention of everyone, Su Ping was dressed in white and fluttering, stepping on auspicious clouds, one step, like a hidden dragon leaping into the sea, crossing countless spatial scales, and directly came to the ancestral altar.

As soon as one foot stepped on the altar, the heavens and the earth were harmonious, and the heavens and all the worlds were instinctively excited.

It has also rained countless visions, such as the sky falling wildly, blowing the conch, the four elephant true spirits, the light of the five elements, the immortal king in the nine heavens, the bright moon on the sea, the map of the rivers and mountains and so on.

It's like it's been a long time coming.

Witnessing this scene, the people below could no longer sit still.

I think of a possibility.

"This is to canonize the Young Emperor!"

"My God! Before the emperor's road is opened, he will be canonized as a young emperor, even if it is from all ages, it is very rare! A slap can be counted!"

"Sure enough, this son is not human, with such an amazing talent, he is destined to soar into the sky!"

The crowd was amazed, almost silent.

The nine Holy Son-level Tianjiao were even more complicated in their hearts.

A day ago, they were all conceited that they had the assets of the emperor, and the throne was already in their pockets, and they looked down on the people of the world, even some peerless talents who had not yet come out of the world, and they didn't pay attention to them.

However, in just one day, Su Ping completely shattered their arrogance, and it was not easy to maintain the Dao Heart from collapsing at this moment.

I didn't dare to think about it for a long time.

Now, being plundered by Su Ping has all his luck, and it is good to be able to complete the path of cultivation with ups and downs, and become a saint or a saint king.

harm, in just one day, fell directly from the sky to the ground.

With such a gap, who can withstand this?!

"Canonizing the young emperor, the most important thing is to set a suitable title, not only to be powerful and domineering, but also to be able to convince the public, and to be able to support this title. ”

Su Ping stepped on the ancestral altar and thought in his heart.

So, what kind of title should we make? That's the question. ”

On the ancestral altar, there are all kinds of golden light everywhere, which are the traces left by countless avenues, pointing directly to the origin of the avenues.

If ordinary monks can practice on this, their cultivation will be a thousand miles a day, and a day of penance will be worth half a month below.

Of course, it was not of much use to Su Ping, his cultivation speed was already extremely fast, even if he was a double law practitioner, his speed was enough to crown the three thousand Dao states.

For Su Ping, the avenue is unusually clear, even close.

The ancestral altar was huge, like an island in the air made of unknown special bronze holy gold, but Su Ping had no way to rush to other places.

I could only follow the guidance of the wisp of enlightenment in my heart, and was forced to rush to the place where the young emperor was canonized.

This is a small altar, the altar is made of the legendary five-colored clay, the vicissitudes of life and the ancient qi is rich.

As Su Ping walked into it, a large area of misty light rose from the altar, which was extremely gorgeous.

A vague light slowly appeared, turning into a light curtain like an ancient mirror.

"According to the summons given by the master, you only need to write your favorite imperial title on it. ”

Su Ping looked at the light curtain in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He hadn't figured out what kind of imperial title he was going to write yet.

Under normal circumstances, when the emperor's road is wide open, all the heavenly heroes have a certain prestige, and when they canonize the young emperor, the world will give him a suitable imperial title.

Or it is derived from the forces behind him, weighing for a long time, and considering all aspects of his own Tianjiao.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Tianjiao, who is about to be named the young emperor, already has a number of his emperor titles in his heart.

However, Su Ping was canonized as the Young Emperor this time, which was completely unexpected and no one expected.

And Jiang Taixu didn't say much.

So Su Ping also fell into the dilemma of not knowing what emperor title to set.

"Fuyao Sect is in the north, why don't you just call it, Northern Emperor?"

As soon as Su Ping blurted out this idea, he directly shook his head and vetoed:

"No, the first generation of the sect's protectors, Jiang Fuyao's title of ancestor, seems to be the Northern Emperor. ”

It is really inappropriate to use a title with your own ancestors.

"Then it's called Emperor Ping?" Su Ping hesitated in his heart and said in his heart.

His name is Su Ping, and it seems like a good choice to call himself Emperor Ping.

"Emperor Ping is not bad, at least he is not restricted by geography, no matter where he goes, he is the emperor, and his style is much higher than that of Emperor Daluo. ”

Su Ping nodded slightly, and made a decision in his heart, "That's okay, it's Emperor Ping." ”

After making up his mind, Su Ping walked forward, stood in front of the light curtain, and pointed out, and a wisp of light with his own breath permeated his fingertips.

The hand commands the dance, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and the word Emperor Ping falls.

Bang.

As the last stroke of the emperor word fell, the entire altar trembled.

In the next moment, under Su Ping's gaze, the light curtain in front of him was suddenly shattered.

Shattered......

“？？？”

Su Pingdeng's eyes widened, this ..... Why is it still broken?

Could it be called Emperor Ping, I'm Su Ping...... Unworthy?

It's just that before Su Ping had time to doubt himself, a layer of light appeared in front of him again.

At the same time, there is still a message that is vague.

seems to be instigating him, instigating him to be a little more domineering.

Emperor Ping, not domineering enough!

low!

“？？？”

Su Ping felt this information, and his expression was almost sluggish.

"Is this serious?"

Soon, his answer, got an answer.

Another message came.

It's like saying it again.

That's right, yes, super serious.

“.......”

The corners of Su Ping's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

He also wants to keep a low profile, but his strength doesn't allow it!

What can you do about this?!

There's no way!

He's also helpless!

"Which Holy Emperor how?"

Su Ping's heart moved, he took a deep breath and said, when he said this, he was a little nervous.

It's just a canonization of the Young Emperor, not a real achievement of the Great Emperor, and it is not too much to call himself the Holy Emperor?

If you rashly call yourself the Holy Emperor, will you be summoned by the Hui for an unknown amount of time, or other calamities?

Targeted by some taboo existence?

"Forget it, hold it steady, just Emperor Yan. ”

After Su Ping weighed it, he finally wrote the word Emperor Yan on the light curtain.

When writing the word Emperor Yan, Su Ping's mood did not fluctuate at all, and he was extremely calm and indifferent.

Emperor Yan is called, he deserves his name!

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this time the light curtain dispersed again.

"Still not working?"

"Do you want to be a little more domineering?"

"Isn't Emperor Yan still domineering?"

Su Ping felt the emotions revealed by the entire altar, raised his eyebrows slightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Ma De, you are the Holy Emperor! I have a master, !!who am I afraid of?"

"Who dares to disagree, Gan him!"

"It's the Holy Emperor, it's decided!"

Su Ping's heart was crossed, and he didn't hesitate anymore, he not only had Jiang Taixu's protective path, but also the system, as well as his peerless Yan Emperor body, just a mere Saint Emperor, he could eat it!

Immediately, the word Holy Emperor was written on the light curtain.

Suddenly, the light of the entire altar rose sharply, and countless glows filled it, like the return of the fairy world, which made people flutter like immortals.

However, the next day, the light curtain shattered......

Still low......

Perhaps it was Su Ping's incomprehension that caused despair, and as the light curtain continued to appear, Su Ping didn't have time to react.

Above, the word Emperor of Heaven directly surfaced.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

When Su Ping saw these two words, his legs and feet suddenly weakened, and he coughed violently, and his heart instinctively weakened.

"Damn, what the hell, you're me?"

"Emperor ?!!"

"Ben Shengzi is crazy?!dare to call himself the Emperor of Heaven?"

Su Ping almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and he lost his temper.

The Emperor of Heaven, even some ancient emperors did not dare to call themselves the Emperor of Heaven, he just sealed a young emperor, and then used the title of the Emperor of Heaven, isn't this death?!!!

However, the altar was now exuding an unquestionable emotion.

That's it!

Don't change it anymore!

Then, a holy light permeated Su Ping's body, unable to allow him to resist, and directly sent him out of the ancestral altar.