The first Tianzong Lotus Peak in the world, the main hall Tianxiao Palace.

Zheng Moyan sat on the main seat, and the other four major sects sat on the left and right sides respectively, and Pang Shiyuan, a disciple of Chiyunfeng, who was in charge of the criminal law, presided over the criticism of Zhengyang.

Next to the Tianxiao Palace in the main hall, inside the Moxia Palace in the side hall, Fang Beisheng curled up on the bed in pain, his expression was very painful.

Meng Yuqi on the side was anxious like an ant on a hot pot walking around in front of the bed.

Although Fang Beisheng was caught in full view of everyone, the sect did not deprive him of taking over the position of head of the sect in the future, canceling his status as a personal disciple.

In other words, even if he is deprived of all his rights, with his usual connections and interpersonal relationships, everyone will definitely not be able to do anything that will fall into the ground, but will feel that he has been framed.

The reason why Meng Yuqi is like this is because this is the biggest challenge he has encountered in his twenty years of alchemy.

He carefully and carefully examined Fang Beisheng's body over and over again, but he found that Fang Beisheng was not injured in any of his body, not only that, but also very healthy.

He speculated if he had suffered internal injuries, but when he used his True Qi to enter his body, he couldn't help but be surprised! It can be said that the jaw has dropped! The beads of sweat on his forehead continued to fall one by one.

He found that his true qi entered Fang Beisheng's body, like a drop of water entering the vast ocean, and when a cat saw the wild beast, he was so frightened that he quickly withdrew this true qi.

"This."

Meng Yuqi was speechless, walking around the bedside, looking at the painful Fang Beisheng,

"What to do? What exactly should I do? ”

Shizun is not here, and he has no choice but to go to the head of the family first.

"Huh? What's the situation?! ”

Just when Meng Yuqi took a deep look at Fang Beisheng on the bed and turned around to go out to seek foreign aid, fortunately, he was an alchemist with good eyes.

He found that there was a stream, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't find that a very small wisp of purple true qi was swimming back and forth on the left and right sides of Fang Beisheng's body.

"What the hell is this?!"

Meng Yuqi frowned, thinking in his heart that it had something to do with this thing?!

"December Sun"

October 2 Yaoyang is a specific unfathomable secret method, which is a method of manipulating flames, which was obtained by Fang Beisheng in an ancient ruins, and later passed on to Meng Yuqi, who needs to cultivate the fire of destiny, and gradually grows, and after twelve evolutions, he cultivates to the peak of the Great Perfection, which can split mountains and cut the moon and burn all things.

Now with Meng Yuqi's talent, speaking of his talent, he is also the best among the younger generation, standing out from the crowd, the existence of chickens flying eggs, even so, he only let the flame transform three times, just these three times made him a rare existence in the younger generation, it is conceivable that the cultivation has reached the peak of horror.

A yellow flame (here it is said that the yin general flame is red, of course, there is no shortage of some natural fire that has not been discovered, the world is so big, the universe is vast and boundless, and anything strange is possible. Appeared in Meng Yuqi's palm, carefully moving the flame closer to the wisp of purple true qi.

"Bump"

As soon as Meng Yuqi came into contact with this wisp of purple true qi, he was directly blown out by an invisible aftermath, but fortunately, this true qi did not mean to take his life, but just made him fall asleep.

The spark of the stars can start a prairie fire, and this wisp of purple has a qualitative chain reaction with Meng Yuqi's "December Sun", as if he is waiting for this burning, I didn't think that he did it beautifully by mistake.

Of course, Meng Yuqi was also at the moment of contact, one of the stars of purple true qi was swept into it by his flames and brought into his body, even if the purple qi was even a little bit of it, it was beyond the reach of countless people, making him unimaginable.

The purple true qi could be said to have grown countless times in an instant, swimming back and forth along Fang Beisheng's body, as the true qi swam, Fang Beisheng's curled body began to slowly separate, and the expression on his face that had become distorted by pain gradually returned to normal.

As the purple true qi moved faster and faster, Fang Beisheng's body slowly and automatically flew into the air, and as the speed increased, the purple true qi changed, and began to split into two, two into four, until finally completely enveloped Fang Beisheng in it.

Above the main hall of Zixiao Palace, everyone frowned, and looked at the young man standing in the main hall with a serious expression.

Everyone thought to themselves, this is the third "Zheng Gongzi" of the top ten sons of the Demon Sect? Looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old?! I can't even see his cultivation! How exactly did he cultivate?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, the shock in my eyes, the surprise is self-evident, for a while, the hall was silent, and then I looked back at these disciples behind me, thinking in my heart that I must go back to devil training!

The disciples of each sect were also very innocent, looking at the "kind" eyes of the elders and deputy sect masters of their sects, they scolded the eighteenth generation of Yu Zhengyang's ancestors in their hearts.

"Ahh After sneezing a few times in a row, Yu Zhengyang touched his nose and thought to himself: This bastard is scolding himself again.

Seeing that no one spoke in the main hall, Yu Zhengyang also scratched the back of his head a few times in embarrassment, and then lowered his head and touched his nose.

"Guys, don't you have anything to ask, do you want to say? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm embarrassed to watch it! "Hey, after saying that, his face was really red, and he looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Ahem." The two coughs sounded Pang Shiyuan, as today's presiding judge, he was a little speechless, looking at the eyes of the sect master looking at him, he knew that the highlight of today was about to start performing.

"His Highness's person is one of the ten princes of the Demon Sect! ”

Yu Zhengyang rolled his eyes speechlessly, are all righteous people so inky? Do you have to go on a long story?!

"You sixth, go straight to the point, don't ink it, just obey me!"

"Presumptuous! How can you be allowed to be a descendant of the Demon Sect here on top of the main hall! After speaking, a powerful coercion emanated from Zheng Moyan's body.

Coercion, a specific talent can automatically obtain free talent skills when breaking through to a certain realm, which is a kind of spiritual attack by the strong to the weak, in order to show their domineering spirit, let them correct their position, and surrender to themselves, of course, it is not excluded that some talented people can also have it in a certain realm, which can be said to be the type of the field.

The sudden commotion flashed everyone's waists, and in the face of the sudden coercion, the people above the hall were defenseless, and some of the midstream disciples of other sects with low strength couldn't bear this coercion and knelt on the ground, Chen Jingxin, Pang Shiyuan, and Wuliang were also half-kneeling and holding on.

Except for the elders of the four major sects, the elders of the other sects couldn't sit still at all, and some of them borrowed foreign objects to barely hold on, of course, the elders of the four major sects were also pale and calm.

On the other hand, when he came to be calm and unharmed, Zheng Moyan couldn't help but look at him deeply, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Everyone here can say that the one outside is not a hero, but in front of a real powerhouse, he is not even as good as an ant, this is not Zheng Moyan's real strength.

The most uncomfortable thing is Yu Zhengyang, he completely accepts this pressure head-on, and he didn't expect that Zheng Moyan, the old man, disregarded his identity as a grandmaster, and did not talk about martial arts so much.

He only felt that the aura around him suddenly became extremely blocked, and then a mountain of momentum rushed towards him, in front of this force, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, and he suddenly felt that one mountain after another pressed himself out of breath, and he couldn't stand up straight, and suddenly Yu Zhengyang also knelt on top of the hall with a plop, his head was lowered, and his hands were struggling to support the ground.

When Yu Zhengyang came over anyway, he hurriedly urged the true qi in his body to resist this coercion, and the other sect elders also reacted one after another, and they also hurriedly urged the true qi to resist this coercion.

I thought that he could easily crush Yu Zhengyang with the coercion of less than eleven or twelve, but I didn't expect him to resist without saying anything, and supported the ground with one hand, and raised the other hand slightly, trying to hold his knee to stand up.

"Huh!!" Zheng Moyan also sneered, and continued to exert pressure, and the hall was almost out of breath without this air pressure.

"Sect Master Zheng, stop!"

When did he notice his abnormality at the critical moment, he hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly was slapped like this, Zheng Moyan instantly came back to his senses.

Looking at the disciples kneeling on the ground in the hall, as well as the people with pale faces, he instantly turned pale.

What surprised him was that at this time, Yu Zhengyang, who had been kneeling on the ground, was now half-kneeling, gritting his teeth and standing up in a struggling support position.

The coercion above the hall suddenly dissipated, it was not a loss to be the peak boss of the cultivation realm, this momentum, this coercion made people unable to raise any resistance at all.

Pang Shiyuan, the host of this conference, also waited for a while before standing up from the ground, his back was already soaked, and the beads of sweat on his face stopped flowing down, but his legs were still weak, a little trembling, and he couldn't calm down for a long time in the back row of his heart, and everyone in the hall was about the same as him.

"I don't know why Sect Master Zheng is suddenly so angry?!"

This topic is not when to be confused, everyone in the main hall looked at Zheng Moyan almost at the same time, and it was obvious that this incident had caused them a lot of trauma.