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As a result, the news of the resurrection of Allah of Ziwei Sect quickly spread throughout the continent like wings.

This is another piece of news that shocked the mainland, and some forces that were originally quietly carrying the idea of Ziwei Sect instantly stopped thinking!

In such a situation, the happiest person is naturally none other than the Ziwei Sect.

The top leaders of the Ziwei Sect were all waiting for Allah's return with a fanatical attitude.

On the one hand, because of the faith in Allah in the heart; On the other hand, it is the joy that the sect can finally continue its inheritance and continue to be the overlord on the mainland!

Of course, the various thoughts that come with it are many and complicated!

On a very ordinary day, the girl who did not have any smell of gunpowder slowly stepped into the gate of the Ziwei Sect, and the newly promoted Yuanying Monk Li Xia, who hurriedly went out to carry out the task of the sect, even ignored the figure that staggered by her, and only suddenly came back to her senses after flying out of a long distance, and shouted irrepressibly:

"Senior Sister Wang? Allah—"

The latter one was so loud that it shook the sect in an instant.

Dozens of shadows scurried out from various areas of the sect, and appeared in front of Xiao Jiu like dumplings......

"Looks like everyone is fine, that's good!" Xiao Jiu greeted with a smile. Again:

"You won't even take back my cave, will you?"

"I didn't ...... No, it's ready in the morning! ”

Xiao Jiu looked at Lan Jia Zhenjun, who replied, and the taste of romance was even heavier than before the Demon War, and nodded with satisfaction, the gaze without any oppressive force should make Lan Jia Zhenjun's heart beat a drum.

Just when he was about to say something more, Xiao Jiu had already smiled like a gentle breeze:

"Then everyone will be busy first, I'll go back and rest and rest....."

The cultivators looked at the girl in front of them without a trace of a monk, and couldn't help but agree with her words, and looked at her slowly walking away one by one.

After the figure disappeared and could no longer be seen, they broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that in the process that felt so long just now, time only passed for an imperceptible moment!

They suddenly had the illusion that Allah was not in the same world as them.

What a profound realm.

Obviously, it was still a cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, but it made all the Yuan Hou monks present involuntarily rise up in their hearts.

Is it such a realm that has not been able to advance to the gods?

What a profound realm is that god-turning?

How far away is he from the gods?

Basins of cold water were ruthlessly poured on the fiery hearts!

The next day, Xiao Jiu summoned Ziyi Zhenjun and asked him:

"Are you still willing to be Allah?"

Ziyi Zhenjun's face was slightly stunned, but he shook his head without hesitation and said:

"I used to be young and dedicated to supporting the mission of the sect, but now that the catastrophe has passed, my subordinates have realized that the Tao is not enough, and even the most basic regulation of the sect cannot be done properly.

It is to officially let go of the obsession of the past and concentrate on making up for the shortcomings of the path! ”

Xiao Jiu nodded lightly and asked again:

"Then who do you think is the most suitable person in the sect to inherit the throne of Allah?"

Ziyi Zhenjun bowed his head and groaned.

Indeed, because the situation of the demon war was too tense before, the sect did not have time to choose the successor of Allah. It's time to put this topic on the agenda. However, he always felt that there were not many problems with Allah, but he could not figure out the reason.

Half-ringing, he pondered:

"The selection of the successor of the sect is very important, and now that Allah has a long life, why not choose slowly to ensure completeness?"

Xiao Jiu suddenly laughed and said:

"Why bother to tempt Ziyi Zhenjun, just say it. Now that I have fulfilled the mission of Allah, it is time to surrender my position.

Now that the catastrophe has passed, the inheritance of crape myrtle pillars has also ended.

The inheritance of the sect has also become simpler - it's just a soul seed!

And now there are many Yuanying disciples in the sect who can afford the inheritance of the soul seed, and every inner sect monk is a member of Zhong Lingding.

It is best to choose a suitable person from among them and lead the sect to crawl in today's cultivation realm and adapt to the situation and develop steadily!

As for the selection of the next successor of the sect, let the next successor worry about it! ”

Ziyi Zhenjun let out a "pop" in his heart, and while panic rose in his heart, he had a feeling that he had finally fallen to the ground.

Ziyi Zhenjun's thoughts couldn't help but run rapidly, and in the end, he couldn't give a recommendation, and asked:

"Then who does Allah think is the most suitable person to succeed in the inner sect?"

"You ......" Xiao Jiu tilted his body and looked at Ziyi Zhenjun lazily, and after seeing that his face became more and more reluctant, he slowly added:

"Ziqing can also ...... No more ......."

Ziyi Zhenjun felt that such a conversation with Allah was really grinding, and it was really hard to catch his breath.

Providence made people, and when he was bent on being Allah, and he thought that he could be Allah, a yellow-haired girl easily took the throne of Allah.

When he finally let go of his attachment to the position of Allah, his heart became relaxed, and when he was only waiting for self-improvement, Allah, who was nagging by God, suddenly stopped sitting in his position, and should have the intention of pressing the position on him.

Therefore, he wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and interrupted without waiting for Xiao Jiu to finish:

"Just Ziqing...... She's the perfect fit! She was originally a candidate for the next Allah successor, and her mental ability did not need to be studied at all, so she was the most suitable......"

In Xiao Jiu's smiling gaze, Ziyi Zhenjun immediately made a decision, and got out of Xiao Jiu's cave mansion like a wind. After patting his chest twice, he left with palpitations and went straight to Ziqing's cave!

Xiao Jiu leaned on an elegant rattan chair, touching a spirit beast bag in his hand and constantly looking at it, and after a while, Zi Qing arrived very eagerly, standing in front of Xiao Jiu's wide open cave door and calming down before slowly stepping in.

After sitting on the rattan chair next to her at Xiao Jiu's signal, he said unhurriedly:

"I heard that Uncle Ziyi said that you are ready to pass on the throne of Allah immediately, can you explain why you are so urgent?"

Are you going to soar too? ”

Xiao Jiu shook his head slowly, and after a lot of Ziqing, Ying Ying smiled: "It's really more and more beautiful!" No wonder Ziyi Zhenjun recommended you to me! ”

Ziqing suddenly glared at her and said angrily:

"When is it, and are you still in the mood to joke about me?"

Xiao Jiu smiled, she was completely like a little girl in the world, how could she have the temperament of a high-level monk?

Ziqing suddenly became helpless.

She felt that she was facing a little sister who was completely waiting for her to take care of, and no one could control it.

After Zi Qing was annoyed for a while, Xiao Jiu asked lazily:

"Seriously, do you want to take over the throne of Allah?" (To be continued.) )