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Chapter 508: The Successive Sect Leaders Gather

Sou!

As if the wind was galloping, Yang Feng's body left an afterimage along the ladder of the Heavenly Ladder. After only a few breaths, it had already gone straight to the sky, rushed into the sky, and soon reached the peak, and came to a high platform made of white marble.

Opposite him was a huge golden door ten feet high and six feet wide, tightly closed.

Yang Feng's eyes shuffled slightly, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and pushed the gate hard.

Thundered!

With a heavy creak, the door slowly opened, revealing a line of familiar figures.

The group of people Yang Feng met in the Jade Pavilion at the beginning had all appeared here, and they were neatly divided into two columns, sitting on both sides, looking at him with a warm smile.

The seats of all the people are all three feet high and two feet wide, which is magnificent, and it seems to show that everyone is a king.

In particular, the flame giant seat in the middle and upper position was nine zhang high and six zhang wide, which was better than the rest of the seats.

And sitting at the top of the throne was the original administrator of the classics.

Wow!

In an instant, an incomparable king's momentum rushed to his face, shocking Yang Feng and couldn't help but take two steps back. Such a domineering scene, Yang Feng has only seen it twice since he asked about his life.

One was when Chen Haonan took his brothers to fight on the streets, and the other was when the exterminating old nun led a group of female mafias to encircle and suppress Guangmingding.

These two shocking scenes have been imprinted in his mind since he was a child, so that for a while, he always thought that the Emei faction was a branch of the thirteen sisters of Hongxing.

Because of their appearance, they all have a domineering spirit.

At this moment, Yang Feng also felt this strong momentum of déjà vu, as if he was a rookie candidate who had just entered the workplace, facing a group of examiners and bigwigs, and was interviewing for the position of the company's leader.

Suddenly, Yang Feng licked his somewhat dry lips, not knowing how to speak.

At this time, Ouyang, who was sitting on the outermost side, stood up first, stared closely at Yang Feng, who had just walked in, raised a magic staff, and said with a smile: "We meet again, little guy." Let's introduce myself again, this seat is the thirty-seventh generation leader of this sect, Ouyang Feiying, the nickname given by the people, Emperor Shengming!"

Call!

As soon as the words fell, the staff in his hand burst into flames.

"This seat is the thirty-sixth generation of the sect leader, and the soul is released!"

Immediately afterwards, the other person who followed also stood up, raised an iron-bone glove in his hand, and shouted: "People give a nickname, Evil Bone Demon Yunzun!"

Call!

After saying that, a scorching golden flame immediately ignited on his gloves.

"This seat is the thirty-fifth generation of the head of this religion, the ...... of the emperor"

"This seat is the thirty-fourth generation of the head of this sect, Nangong Liuli ......"

......

Immediately afterwards, everyone stood up one by one and introduced themselves to Yang Feng, and the scorching flames quickly burned as their words fell.

Finally, when everyone finished introducing, the top-ranking administrator of the classics smiled slightly, stood up, and said condescendingly: "The deity is the first founding saint ancestor of the sect, nine heavens and ten earths, peerless and immeasurable gods, Shangguan Haotian!"

Call!

As he spoke, an even hotter golden flame suddenly ignited all over his body, much stronger than the other thirty-six. As far as the eye could see, the whole flame seemed to be draped over him, and anything in the world would turn into ash in an instant as soon as it approached.

Suddenly, thirty-seven people present and thirty-seven raging flames burned together, burning the entire heavenly dome red. Yang Feng was also forced by the scorching airflow, and the moisture on his face was lost a lot, and his skin dried out instantly.

Damn, is this a disgrace to Lao Tzu?

Thirty-seven people, together with a ground-level holy fire, roast me?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Yang Feng glanced at everyone with a gloomy face.

The Holy Ancestor looked down at him from top to bottom, smiled slightly, and continued, "Little Sanba, welcome ......"

Burst!

But before he finished speaking, Yang Feng had already teleported, came to the Holy Ancestor, kicked him on the door of his face, kicked him out, and scolded: "Fuck, who do you call Sanba? Why do you scold people as soon as you open your mouth? Lao Tzu recruited you to provoke you?"

"Holy Ancestor!"

Seeing this scene, the other thirty-six people present couldn't help but be stunned all at once, and the powerful flames on their bodies before were also extinguished in an instant.

The eyes widened, and the eyeballs almost didn't fall out.

I'll go, this year's sect leader is too arrogant. When I saw the Holy Ancestor's face, I actually started without saying a word, no big or small, and there are no rules?

Only the Holy Ancestor, after being kicked ten meters away, covered his somewhat sore cheeks, crawled up leisurely, waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't scold you." I'm just used to using numbers to call the masters of the past generations, add a small word in front, it seems that I am amiable, there is no other meaning, who made you happen to be the thirty-eighth generation of the master. Are you right, Little 2, Little 3, Little 37, Little 36?"

Uh-huh......

Nodding hurriedly, everyone was proving to the Holy Ancestor.

Yang Feng glanced at them suspiciously, scratching his head, could it be that I misunderstood? But no matter how he called him, it sounded like a curse.

So Yang Feng said with a serious face: "In view of the fact that my number is relatively special, please don't use this number as my pronoun in the future, just call me by my real name, thank you!"

"What is your real name?"

With a laugh, the Holy Ancestor stood up and patted the dust on his body, as if he had a deep meaning.

With a raised brow, Yang Feng immediately shouted: "Of course it's my Yang Feng's name." ”

"Then your name is in the household register, not the nickname in the game?"

"Yes, of course...... Ugh!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, looked at the Saint Ancestor with an evil smile on his face in disbelief, and exclaimed in disbelief: "You...... You, you, you...... How do you know I have a household registration book and a nickname for the game......?

"Yes, fellow, it's rare that we can meet here, and it's also a foreign acquaintance, hehehe!" grinned, and the Holy Ancestor's eyes flashed with glitter.

Yang Feng opened his mouth wide, and he could stuff a salted goose egg inside.

I went there, I thought I was the only one who came through, but I never thought that there was a senior here. 100,000 years ago, I came through to start a business, set up a company, and went public to develop, but unfortunately now it has fallen to the point of delisting, tsk.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the Holy Ancestor couldn't help but chuckle, walked in front of him, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Brother, don't think too special about yourself. You are not alone in this other world, including me. We are not the first outsiders to this world, nor are we the last. ”

"What? you mean...... There are ...... before you."

"Not bad!"

Nodding his head, the Holy Ancestor said with a serious face: "There are still many secrets in this world, waiting for us to explore. As we continue to deepen this world, maybe we will meet more fellows, hehehe!"