Zhang Mengying, who was dressed in a gorgeous wedding gown in the middle of the big Qianzhong, stepped step by step on the steps paved with vast white jade. Countless wedding robes made of jade cicada silk gently brushed the steps. A thunder tribulation realm, a year, which has gone through countless battles. Countless fierce battles. Of course, the harvest is the inheritance of countless Fa, wealth, and land that are beneficial to cultivation.

And now Zhang Mengying has created a legend, a legend of surviving thunderstorms year after year. Zhang Mengying held hands with a prince who was one of Emperor Qian's favorite princes, and the prince. 58 cultivators above the innate level, and 365 palace nobles attended this wedding.

At the other end of the big dry at the same time, Xu Wei looked indifferently at the thousands of ships in front of him rowing in front of him. The momentum of the supreme suddenly came out. These powerful pirate ships were a celebration of Xu Wei's success. On the same day, two major thunder robbers were born, one south and one north. The system changed his fate, but fate also pushed him to the top.

At the same time, far away from the void of countless thousands of miles, Lin Xin couldn't help but stop chasing and shook his head gently.

"I was actually guided on the path of cultivating God, is there really a providence in this world?"

If only one or two embarked on the path of cultivation, Lin Xin would not be much, but everyone embarked on the path of cultivation, the traces of this manipulation are too obvious, but fortunately, not all of them have embarked on the path of cultivation, at least one is not, Lin Xin's gaze crossed time and space, looking at the other side of Daqian.

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The sky was gray and gloomy, and large dark clouds obscured the sky, giving people a heavy and oppressive feeling.

Tang San stood on the holy mountain under the clouds, looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but spit at the sight of those lightning flashing thunderbolts rolling and stirring through the heavy clouds.

Suddenly, Tang San's eyes flashed, and he saw a wisp of sparks blooming in the sky, turning into a strange symbol, which lasted for half a ring before disappearing, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he shouted repeatedly.

"Not good. The wicked ones are going to revolt again. Inform the Lord now! ”

At a shout, the bells rang out on the entire holy mountain, and many figures flew up and rushed to the church on the top of the holy mountain. There is a sacred mountain where the secret is located, there is a statue of the god that everyone believes in, and it is shrouded by a palace made of earth and stone, and it is the temple.

There was a man in the temple, a middle-aged man with gray hair, dressed in a plain white robe, who knelt quietly in front of the statue of the god, and in front of him there was an incense burner, in which three pillars of incense were lit. And in front of the censer, under the statue of the deity, there is a lifelike portrait, which is the master of the temple generation.

The master of the temple of a generation, surnamed Zheng, named Long. A year ago, Zheng Long came with divine will, spread faith, guarded the party, and with supreme wisdom, he defeated the biggest bully family in Yecheng and created a pure land.

It can be said that Zheng Long was in the darkest time of Yecheng, when the entire Yecheng was ruling wantonly by the Void Family, and he single-handedly turned the tide. Although everyone knew that Zheng Long did not rely on his own strength, but the main god who was entrenched in the void and all worlds, omniscient and omnipotent, and supreme.

But this did not hinder Zheng Long's exalted status on the Holy Mountain, even though he had been dead for a year. The Lord God is great and noble, but the wicked who dare to trample on the glory of the Lord God have never decreased. Even with Zheng Long's strength, he still fell in the last battle with the Ancestor of the Void Family.

Fortunately, in the face of evil and treacherous people, there has never been a shortage of people with lofty ideals, and there was no hope before, but now with the hope of the Lord God, no one is willing to give up. So a year ago, when Zheng Long and the ancestor of the Xujia family died together, Zheng Long's disciple Tang Si stood up. He truly destroyed the void and built the temple.

It's just that everyone doesn't particularly respect Tang Si, because after that man became the master of the temple, he didn't continue to punish the traitors and eliminate evil, but instead used the money donated by the disciples to covet pleasure.

In the end, the four surrounding forces jointly came to the door, and this guy even wanted to escape with his money, and finally joined forces for the four major forces to besiege and kill.

It was also at this most desperate time that the three generations of Holy Masters rose against the sky and single-handedly defeated the four great masters and repelled the four major forces.

"This selfish man."

Tang San couldn't help but clench his fists, he couldn't accept Tang Si's behavior even more than others. Because he is Tang Si's adopted son.

It's a pity that this identity didn't bring Tang San much glory, but Tang Si fled desperately half a year ago. After almost causing the belief of the Primal God Sect to fall apart and be destroyed by the four major forces, Tang San felt even more faintly ashamed.

That time, although in the end, under the strong rise of the three generations of Holy Lords, they repelled the four major forces and did not let the other party succeed in destroying the Divine Cult, but after a war, the Primal Divine Cult still suffered heavy losses.

Therefore, Tang San was extremely eager to make up for this mistake and make up for the mistakes made by Tang Si. So when Tang Si escaped, Tang San didn't leave, but chose to stay, he had only one goal, that is, the next generation of temple masters, and use the rest of his life to make up for that mistake.

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but speed up his pace and headed towards the temple, he wanted to ask the three generations of holy masters for his life, and go down the mountain to kill those evil cultists.

The three generations of holy lords quietly looked at the tall and majestic statue in front of him, and he knew that this idol not only existed here, but also existed in heaven and earth, but also in the bottom of everyone's heart.

Although it is only one year, the efforts of countless people are enough to make the primordial God the hope in everyone's heart. Only in this way, with one heart and one mind, can all the people of the temple stop those who are inexhaustible evildoers.

Thinking of this, the three generations of Holy Lords knew that it was time for them to make a decision, half a year ago, they fought against the four great masters with their own strength and repelled the villains, that is, the fragments of the godhead left by the three generations of Holy Lords and the main gods continued to heal their injuries, and they were also a little powerless, and it was difficult to persevere.

He knew that if there was no accident, he should be like the first generation of Saint Lord Zheng Long, who ran out of oil and died. So now it's time to start choosing the next generation of Holy Lords.

It's just that he still wants to hold on for a while longer, so that the next generation of Holy Lords can have more time to grow up, more. But in the past few days, the injuries have continued to deteriorate, and the ill-intentioned people have the tendency to unite again, and the three generations of holy masters know that they really can't last long.