Although he still wants to hold on for a while longer, so that the next generation of Holy Lords can have more time to grow, 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.

Thinking of this, the three generations of holy masters covered their mouths, coughed violently, and looked at their palms in a daze, which was dazzling red, which was shocking.

The three generations of Holy Masters smiled bitterly, if the four major forces did it half a year later after he obtained the fragment of the godhead, he was completely sure that he would easily crush the four major forces.

But then again, with Tang Si's absurd character, if he didn't know that he was hopeless, how could he pass on the fragments of Godhead to him!

Shaking his head, the three generations of Holy Lords collected their emotions, turned around, and saw that there were already people standing outside the temple, his eyes swept over, he could easily recognize every face, call out every name of them, but the three generations of Holy Lords did not speak, just sighed, he knew that the next generation of Holy Lords would be chosen among these people, and he didn't know who would replace him in this seemingly glorious, but actually extremely dangerous position.

After all, there are Godhead fragments, and it takes time to grow, but will their enemies really give them this time?

If he could, the three generations of Holy Lords were not willing to choose alone, but he knew that he really didn't have time, so even if he didn't want to, the three generations of Holy Masters could only sigh and speak in a dry voice.

"Sin is born, and the light is eternal. You can all go down the mountain. Whoever slays the most sinners in three months will take the throne of the Lord when he returns. ”

Outside the holy hall, everyone suddenly became agitated, looking at the three generations of holy masters, their eyes were a little sad, they knew that until the oil ran out, the three generations of holy lords would not pass on the position of the holy lord.

Now they have only been given three months, and it is conceivable that the deadline for the three generations of Holy Lords may be within these three or four months, and thinking of this, many people who joined the Divine Cult at the same time as the three generations of Holy Masters do not feel a little sad.

But everyone didn't say anything comforting, but just bowed lightly to the three generations of holy lords, this worship is the righteousness of the three generations of holy lords, the responsibility of the three generations of holy lords, and the sacrifice of the three generations of holy lords.

Sin is immortal, and such sacrifices may never end, but the purpose of the temple is to dispel sin and make the world a pure land.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became firm, a year ago, Zheng Long used his sacrifice to dispel the darkness, open up the pure land, so that the people of Yecheng were not oppressed and coerced, it was destined that this battle would be an era of countless sacrifices and contributions.

Tang San slowly clenched his fists, he thought that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, which made him a little sad, and he hated Tang Si's absurdity even more.

Among the three generations of temple masters, Tang Si had the longest time to get the fragments of Godhead, with the endless faith of Yecheng to provide, Tang Si could have pushed everything sideways, maybe he didn't need the sacrifice of the three generations of holy lords at all, and with Tang Si's power, he could dictate the situation and kill all the enemies who came to attack.

But Tang Si was greedy for pleasure, indulgent and extravagant, and his martial arts did not rise but fell, allowing the three generations of Holy Lords to sacrifice in vain, this feeling made Tang San feel more and more that Tang Si was a bastard.

Even if he saved himself when he offended the liquor store customers, but so what. When the catastrophe is at the head, the righteousness is about to die, how can you escape alone.

Tang San's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind in his heart, no matter what, he would definitely do his best in these three months to become the master of the temple of the next generation, not for glory, but just to make up for the mistakes Tang Si had made.

With this thought, Tang San bowed to the three generations of holy masters, turned around and walked down the mountain, he didn't want to delay for a moment, he wanted to go down the mountain immediately, find the sin, find the sinner, and kill him.

Tang San's footsteps were fast, pulling out several phantoms, but after only a dozen steps, he descended the holy mountain, and when he looked up, the dark clouds in the sky were becoming more and more arrogant and raging, roaring like a demon, hitting the eaves of the temple again and again.

The dark sky was so terrifying, hideous, the wisps of sunlight shone down, falling on his body, it was a little cold, it was so cold that Tang San couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, looking back, on that holy mountain, the three generations of holy masters stood on the top of the mountain, weak and windy, which made people's hearts break.

Tang San took a deep breath, didn't think much about it, and walked along, a neat battle song sounded behind him.

"Do you say you have no clothes? Be with the son, repair my spear, and walk with the son! ”

ps: Da Qian, Yunmeng has finished writing, and in the end, there is a decisive battle between the Outer Heaven and the Cemetery of the Sons of Heaven to go to the next world.