This stone statue is a warning for future generations on the day when "Murong Xiuqi" stepped down from the position of the master of the door. The judge's pen represents fairness, justice, and the sword hanging over the head represents the ensuing crisis. In this way, every disciple should be warned, guard against arrogance and rashness, be fair, and be prepared for danger in times of peace. It can be described as well-intentioned.

However, the new owners have long forgotten their mission. passed on to Murong Da's generation, and even took the sovereignty of the Bodhi Gate, became a subsidiary sect of others, and even gave the Bodhi tree planted by Murong Xiuqi himself thousands of years ago to the Holy Gate.

If the ancestor is here, he will have to vomit blood by this sect master who tends to be inflammatory.

The millennium celebrations, a year overdue, are about to begin. Salutes and fireworks rang out in unison, gorgeous spells, and the goddess scattered flowers bloomed in the air.

The musicians played the song of the celebration, and the vast bells floated in all directions.

In front of the square, Murong Da was full of glory, even if all the people sent to Penglai Sect were wiped out last month, it didn't affect his good mood at the moment.

With the support of the Holy Gate, the death of a few elders of the Xuan Dynasty became less important. In the future, relying on the resources provided by the Holy Gate, the Bodhi Gate can quickly make the true spirits in the door grow to the height of the Xuanwang realm.

On the contrary, because Guo Lin appeared in Penglai Sect, his heart settled down a lot. What worries him the most is that this young man with unlimited potential has been hiding. If you don't scream, you will already be a blockbuster, and when you have enough strength one day, you will go to the Bodhi Gate and give a fatal blow.

It's not good to be remembered. What Murong Da hopes most is that Guo Lin can come as promised. Because, now that Guo Linruo is coming, he has absolute confidence to keep him.

A year ago, the strength was no more than that of the true spirit, no matter how fast the speed was, it would be heaven to be able to reach the realm of the Xuan King. Even if he has a strange magic weapon to protect him, and the mysterious woman to help him, he will not escape death.

For now he has the full support of the Holy Gate.

Thinking of this, Murong Da turned his head with a smile on his face, and sitting next to him was Yan Feiang, the young master of the Holy Gate. Today, Yan Feiang appeared on behalf of the Holy Gate, giving him great face.

A red carpet stretched straight forward from his seat, leading up to the stone steps outside the plaza.

On both sides of the red carpet, on ten noble chairs, sat important figures from the first-class forces of the Eastern Human Domain. Moyin Gate, Qinghai Gate, Jingjin Gate, Hehuan Sect...... All in columns. It's not the sect master, or the elders who are extremely heavy in the sect.

It can be seen that this time, everyone attaches great importance to Bodhi Gate.

Nearly 1,000 seats in the back were also full. The people on the table are all well-known figures in the Eastern Human Domain, and any of them, if they appear in a small country like the Qianlong Kingdom, the emperor must come to greet them respectfully.

In this era of supremacy of strength, there is not enough strength, and even the imperial power is humble.

The Bodhi Gate Millennium Celebration has attracted the attention of thousands of people. Although it was a year late, it seemed more grand.

On the periphery, there were more people standing, shoulder to shoulder, densely packed. Among these people, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, although most of them have come to participate in the millennium celebration and congratulate the Bodhi Gate. But there are also people with other goals.

Qin Tianji, who was dressed in disguise, also mixed in with the crowd.

A year ago, since he separated from Guo Lin, he took three apprentices into the Demon Domain and led them to practice as a demon hunter. And today he ventured to come precisely for Guo Lin. For his proudest apprentice in this life.

A month ago, he came to the foot of Bodhi Gate Mountain. And I heard that the Bodhi Gate had joined the Holy Gate. He has been in Bodhi Gate for most of his life, and he only sighed deeply when he heard the news. The dignified Bodhi gate was reduced to a subsidiary sect.

After a sigh, he was worried. The Bodhi Gate, which was supported by the Holy Gate, lost its sovereignty. But there is no doubt that when the Bodhi Gate is about to encounter great difficulties, the Holy Gate will certainly not stand idly by. And today, the young master of the Holy Gate is here, and there will definitely be powerful elders around him. In this way, if Guo Lin comes as promised, it will definitely be a sheep's mouth.

He raised his head, his eyes and consciousness constantly swept through the crowd, hoping to find Guo Lin's figure and inform him of the crisis here in advance.

In the crowd, the mad demon Xu Mo was also mixed in. At this moment, his eyes were gloomy and looking ahead.

Of course, he didn't come to rejoice in Bodhi.

The shame of that day a year ago is vivid in my mind. He, the first mad demon in the southwest, was actually drunk back by a kid from the True Spirit Realm in the Bodhi Garden.

After becoming a subordinate sect, the Bodhi Gate was able to obtain the resources of the Holy Gate. Originally, he was the chief elder of Cangyun Peak, and he would definitely be able to obtain great benefits. It can also break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of the earth soul.

But because his identity was exposed by Guo Lin, he couldn't stay in Bodhi Gate, and his success fell short.

So he came here to be able to see Guo Lin die with his own eyes. He had a hunch that the arrogant young man of last year would definitely reappear.

The gongs and drums sounded, and all the guests took their seats. Bodhi Gate**, dressed in ceremonial clothes, neatly walked to the statue of the ancestor and offered a gift. Murong Da, who was dressed in a brocade robe, looked at Yan Feiang, the young master of the Holy Gate, and asked for a little advice, and then slowly stood up under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.

All the seated guests in the square also stood up. The atmosphere gradually rose.

"Door Master, announce it. ”

Beside Murong Da, Chen Jin, who was dressed in a white robe, bent down slightly and said.

Murong Da's face was flushed, he nodded, and his eyes proudly swept over nearly 10,000 guests. He was convinced that this was the most glorious moment of his life. His back was straighter than ever.

"I declare ......"

Murong Da's voice with mana penetrated the audience. The elders and ** of the Bodhi Gate were slightly excited at this moment. The millennium celebration is only once in a thousand years, and not every Bodhi Gate can encounter it.

"Bodhi Gate ......"

Murong Da's voice was just halfway through when an even louder voice overshadowed him.

"I declare ......"

The sound did not come from the square, but from the mountain road.

The young voice seemed to have magical power, and Murong Da's words were interrupted.

Everyone turned around suspiciously, and nearly 10,000 guests and the elders of the Bodhi Gate looked in the direction of the mountain road in unison.

Before the person arrived, the sound came first.

The young voice resounded like thunder throughout the audience.

"The end of the Bodhi Gate festival starts now. ”

With an indifferent voice and steady footsteps, a ** figure came into view.

"Who's here?" Murong Da was furious.

The guests who were waiting for Murong Da to announce the start of the celebration were also shocked, whose ** was this, who actually played a prank at such an important moment, saying that the millennium celebration was the last festival.

Guo Lin's footsteps landed on the solid square. He calmly accepted tens of thousands of surprised gazes, scanned the audience, and finally landed on Murong Da, who was in the first seat, and his voice was proud, "Penglai Sect, Guo Lin." (To be continued.) )