For countries, the chronology is like everyone's name, not necessarily loud, but there must be, so all kingdoms in the world have their own chronology, and there are only two kinds of chronology that can really be remembered by the people and can be effectively used in daily life for thousands of years.

Time passed, and it came to the sixteenth year of the Tang Dynasty Apocalypse, that is, the three thousand four hundred and forty-seventh years of Xiling Dazhi, and in the spring of this year, many stories happened.

Dao idiot Ye Hongyu, after leaving the Xiling Temple for a full year, finally returned, she killed Chen Bachi under the gaze of countless frightened eyes, and then walked into the black Judgment Temple.

The moment she stepped into the temple, a majestic voice sounded from the depths of the temple, and a huge wave of sound hit the wall made of black boulders, shattering into countless small and piercing shards, like sharp steel needles, and instantly came to her and enveloped her body.

"You are the first to rebel from the temple and dare to return, have you come to receive the punishment?"

The majestic voice like ten thousand steel needles pierced into the eardrums, Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, but he didn't react, just looked indifferently into the depths of the temple.

There is a dazzling bead curtain in the depths of the temple, and behind the bead curtain, you can vaguely see the huge blood-colored black jade divine seat, and you can see the majestic figure like the sea on the divine seat.

As in the past years, this voice sounded on the Moyu Divine Throne, stirring with cold divine might, overlooking the contempt of the world, and even carrying some mockery today.

Ye Hongyu's beliefs are extremely pious, truly religious, so she doesn't think that her leaving the Xiling Temple represents a betrayal at all, but she doesn't want to make any excuses for the voice behind the curtain at this time, she just wants to go to the bead curtain now and finish what she is going to do.

That's what she thought, and she did.

She walked quietly towards the Temple of Judgment, her cyan robe fluttering slowly on the black smooth ground, like a green leaf walking in the dark night, inconspicuous but very eye-catching.

A priest of the Adjudication Division stood beside the stone pillar, looked at her and shouted, "Presumptuous!"

Another judge shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

More priests poured out, red robes surging like blood on the vast black ground, but they gathered into a lake of blood, and angry and cold shouts kept ringing out: "Presumptuous!"

The thunderous shouting did not make Ye Hongyu's expression change in the slightest, she was still so calm, so indifferent, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.

Ye Hongyu's belief in Haotian is impeccable, but she is not one of those stupid cultists who burst into tears when she sees the temple, except for Haotian who can make her respectful, nothing else. So in the face of the pressure of being in charge of the sect and adjudicating the divine seat, she did not choose to give in, but resolutely left the Xiling Temple, not hesitating to bear the charge of being a traitor to the Daomen, so she would return to the Xiling Temple today and walk towards the bead curtain.

She was originally an extremely presumptuous person, and what she did was extremely presumptuous, so how could these red-clothed priests in the Black Temple scold her for being presumptuous?

She walked deeper into the temple.

The judges of the Inquisition, dressed in robes like blood, were furious, trembling with anger and their faces were flushed, but strangely enough, no one dared to stop her and dare to speak out to her

Ye Hongyu walked into the priests, and the priests retreated with a frightened look on their faces, making way for a passage, as if a green leaf fell into a bloody and murderous blood lake, and the lake retreated separately to the shore, not daring to touch the green leaf at all.

Finally, she walked from outside the temple to the beaded curtain.

She stopped and looked calmly, only to see the Grand Priest Mo Yu behind the curtain, holding his jaw with his hand, as if he was thinking about some complicated issue.

Ye Hongyu bowed her head and saluted, her expression was calm and calm, just like the picture before she went to the wasteland, every time she came to the temple and met the ruling throne behind the curtain.

Saluting represents respect, and bowing your head represents obedience.

The Grand Priest of the Ruling raised his head slightly, his cold and powerful gaze fell on her through the bead curtain, and he said plainly and unquestionably: "Kneel." ”

This voice was not very loud, but it made those red-robed priests who were in a state of confusion sober up, and they understood a lot of things, and the anger and dissatisfaction caused by the contempt of dignity and provocation suddenly overwhelmed the prestige left to them by the name Dao Idiot a few years ago.

Even if you encounter an opportunity to repeat your strength, even if you are still the terrible Dao idiot back then, but this is the Temple of Judgment, and behind the bead curtain is the invincible Judgment Divine Seat, what else can you do but kneel?

They raised their arms and pointed at Ye Hongyu, who was bowing his head in front of the bead curtain, and shouted in unison: "Kneel!"

"Get on your knees!"

"Get on your knees!"

The voices, whether angry or excited, cold or cruel, gradually converged and became extremely neat, like thunder echoing in the quiet black temple.

When Ye Hongyu was still a Taoist idiot, he had never knelt in front of the bead curtain, even if there was a ruling throne behind the curtain. Later, when she was not a Taoist idiot, she once knelt down in front of the bead curtain, and that kneeling was the pressure and infinite humiliation that the Temple of Judgment deliberately inflicted on her. From that day on, she swore that unless she could gain the strength to kneel again, she would never step into the Temple of Judgment again.

Today she walked into the Temple of Judgment, so of course she would not kneel again.

"I kneel only those who deserve to kneel. Ye Hongyu said.

Behind the curtain, the ruling priest slowly sat up straight, and said indifferently: "For example?"

Ye Hongyu said: "For example, Haotian, such as the Guanzhu, such as the master, such as the master, such as the Heavenly Oracle Divine Seat, such as the Lotus Divine Throne, but in these examples, there is no Divine Throne your name." ”

The Grand Priest of the Ruling said in a cold voice, "You dare to compare this seat with that demon of Lotus Sheng!"

Ye Hongyu said: "You are not as good as a withered lotus of the Lotus Throne, and you really shouldn't be compared to him." ”

The Grand Priest of the Ruling suddenly laughed, and his laughter was full of violence and coldness: "Don't think that the Heavenly Oracle protects you, don't think that if you have a brother, this seat really won't dare to kill you!

Ye Hongyu raised his head and said with an indifferent expression: "The anger of the ruling should be turned into Haotian's divine fire, but the anger of the divine seat can only be turned into laughter now, which is really ridiculous." ”

There was a soft sound behind the curtain, because as Ye Hongyu looked up, the Grand Priest of the Ruling had discovered something very unexpected and interesting, so he decided to let her live.

"I didn't expect you to not only recover the realm, but even break through the realm successfully, it was really beyond my expectations, you know the rules of the ruling temple very well, then come back and be the seat again." ”

The ruling temple on behalf of Hao Tianxing punishes the world, pursues unusually realistic and cold rules, strong represents a qiē, the weak deserve to be bullied, whether it is power or rank, it is only related to whether the strength is strong or not, if you are no longer strong, then you are no longer qualified to have a position of power, and you should not even live anymore, if you become strong again, then you can regain a position of power.

Ye Hongyu forcibly fell out of trouble in the wasteland, her strength was damaged, and there was no longer any hope of recovery, so she saw the coldness and endured a lot of humiliation, and now that she has recovered and even has more powerful strength, then she has the qualifications to no longer be humiliated, but those things in the past, were they erased by the sentence of the great priest like this, as if they had never happened?

For the people outside the Judgment Temple, this is an unimaginable thing, but for the people of the Judgment Temple, this is a very natural thing, those priests in red robes, listening to the edict of the Judgment Throne, quickly stopped scolding Ye Hongyu and calmly retreated to the side.

In the eyes of these priests of the ruling temple, what Ye Hongyu asked for was just this sentence of the divine seat.

The Grand Priest of the Xiling Divine Temple is known as under Haotian, above the Divine Throne, and his status is extremely respectful, even the Lord of the Sect cannot ask at will, how can he apologize to mortals? The Grand Priest of the Ruling Sect agreed that Ye Hongyu would return to the Divine Temple and let her continue to serve as the Grand Priest of the Adjudication Division, which was already tolerant enough.

The Temple of Judgment has never been a place of tolerance.

Ye Hongyu is also not a tolerant person.

After hearing the words of the Grand Priest of the Adjudication, she smiled slightly.

At this moment when the beautiful face showed a smile, many pictures appeared in front of Ye Hongyu's eyes.

On Yanming Lake in the wind and snow, Ning Que unbelievably drew out the Pu knife under the powerful iron spear, but with the knife as a sword, it was natural that it stabbed into Xiahou's abdomen unstoppably.

In the stone house of the Xiling Temple, under the dim light, she tore open the envelope and took out the stationery, and the clumsy sword on the paper turned into a turbid river.

In the mountain of bones, the Lotus Divine Seat, who was as thin as a ghost, clutched his shoulders tightly, lowered his head calmly and compassionately, and tore a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

At the bottom of Daming Lake, countless angular stones blocked the way, she lowered her body to wipe off the bruises on a stone, and saw the two sword marks left by Mr. Shuyuan Ke.

Countless images flashed quickly in front of Ye Hongyu's eyes.

The two sword marks finally converged into one, falling on the yellow paper, on the snow lake, in her eyes, in her heart, and into the scabbard at her waist.

Ye Hongyu drew his sword out of the sheath.

It's this sword.

Then she stabbed her sword at the bead curtain.

Stab at the Grand Priest of the Judge.

The black Judgment Temple, shrouded in the clear light of late spring, was particularly solemn, and at this moment, countless dust swept out of the hall and ran down the stone steps towards the cliff.

In the white temple at the highest point, a thunderbolt sounded, as if the gods were also shocked and puzzled.

In the other temple, the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle sighed softly.

In the Judgment Temple, the red-robed priests fell to the ground one after another.

The beaded curtain was shattered.

Ye Hongyu stood behind the bead curtain and in front of the divine seat.

Her right hand, holding the sword, trembled slightly, and her pale face looked extremely indifferent.

She pulled her sword out of the archpriest's chest.

Countless blood splattered out from the terrifying wound on the chest of the Grand Priest of the Judgment, instantly soaking through the blood-colored divine robe, staining the cyan Dao robe on Ye Hongyu's body.

The Grand Priest frowned tightly, looked at the sword wound on his chest, and said, "It doesn't make sense. ”

Ye Hongyu looked at him and said, "You said that this is the rule given to us by Haotian, so as long as I have the ability to kill you, I will dare to kill you." ”

The High Priest of the Judgment raised his hand in pain and rage, and died.

Ye Hongyu pulled him off the throne, and then sat on it himself.

Before ascending the throne, she had to step on the corpse of the High Priest of the Judgment.

From now on, she is the Grand Priest of the Judges.

The Moyu Divine Throne was very large, like a sea of blood.

The cyan Dao robe on her body was dyed red, and sitting on the throne of the god was like a very inconspicuous drop of blood in this sea of blood, but it was the richest and most ruthless drop.

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