Kunlun Mountain, Guangming Peak. www.biquge.info A large hall stands in it, and the disciples of Mingjiao who walked by from the surrounding area looked at the main hall with strong reverence, as if this hall was the heaven in their hearts, and it was also a holy place, this was the main hall of the Mingjiao Sect, and non-Mingjiao disciples were not allowed to enter, and only those high-level Mingjiao leaders could sit in it.

The morning sun rises in the east, a golden light radiates from the plaque at the entrance of the main hall, there are four words on it that appear particularly conspicuous in the sun, a huge momentum emanates from these four words, "the Great Light Palace" is imprinted in the mind like four mountains.

On this day, there was a loud bang, and the closed door opened at this moment, and the Great Light Hall was bright, and there was a throne on a nine-fold white jade step in the middle. The sunlight shining through the window fell on the throne, and the golden dragon on the throne seemed to be alive at this moment, and wisps of essence light reflected on its scales.

At this time, not far away, a person walked over, and saw that there was no hair on this person's head, his eyes were covered with red silk, and his eyes were protruding. A breath emanated from his body, and when he saw the Ming Sect disciples standing at the door of the main hall, they all saluted and said loudly: "See the Dragon King!" This person is the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate Sha Tongtian, I saw him nod slightly, and then stepped into the hall quickly.

Sha Tong genius walked into the main hall, and saw a person also came, this person fell on the outside of the robe of the arms muscles knotted, there are wisps of golden light appeared on the arms, striding the mighty tiger king Meng Chen is like a tiger, his eyes patrol the slightest light flashed, a majesty emanated, in the respectful voice of all the disciples stepped into the main hall.

Time passed, the flow of people continued, and after a while, he went out to the throne in the middle, and there were already people standing in other places. Several Mingjiao disciples located at the entrance of the main hall pulled the door of the heavy hall that was wide open, and suddenly closed it with a bang, and suddenly there was only Dao daylight shining in from the windows in the main hall.

At this time, the hall became silent, one by one standing in the hall of the Mingjiao high-level, no one was talking, a pair of eyes looked at the towering throne, even the eyes of the four great Dharma kings of the Mingjiao were still reverent, even if it was still empty at this time, but in their eyes, there was still a person sitting on the throne, exuding a huge momentum, all the strangeness, all the strangeness, all the vibrancy.

"You're all here!" A clear voice came, and the next moment a white brilliance flashed in front of him, and suddenly he saw that in the throne that fell on the ninefold white jade steps, there was already a person seated, and a long sword with a sheath was put aside by him, only to see his eyes sweep, and his eyes without any majestic aura swept lightly.

Suddenly, I saw that one by one the Mingjiao monks standing in the main hall knelt down on one knee and shouted: "See the sect leader, congratulations to the sect leader on his great achievements, and may the sect leader live and be in harmony!"

Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting on the throne at will at this moment, sat straight on the throne, like a towering mountain and river, even if there was a storm, there would still be no trace of shaking, and he was calm in it.

I only heard him laugh, and this laughter was like a thunderous roar. The pair of bright eyes swept away, and the majestic breath came out of the eyes, like a long dragon hovering in it, the majestic breath was like a huge mountain and river, and the slightest bit pressed on everyone's body.

At this time, everyone who knelt on one knee felt this huge pressure, and their hearts were already deeply shocked, although they knew that Zhao Zhijing's cultivation was superb, and they didn't want to have such pressure just by looking at them.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was indifferent and majestic in the past, waved his white sleeves, and said softly in clear words: "You don't have to be polite!" That pressure disappeared with a wave of the sleeves. Feeling the pressure that had disappeared, everyone who knelt on one knee stood up from the ground one after another, looking at Zhao Zhijing who was sitting on the throne.

Time passed, and unconsciously, the closed door had been opened, and one by one the high-level Mingjiao with different expressions walked out of the main hall, but there were wisps of excitement in their eyes, and a strange breath spread in Mingjiao on this day, and a nervous breath had fallen in the hearts of tens of thousands of disciples of Mingjiao unconsciously.

It was night, on the bright top of Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Zhijing stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sea of clouds under the moonlight. At this time, a black figure came to Zhao Zhijing's side like a divine eagle. The black figure was clawed in the middle, and wisps of blue and black color condensed on the slender fingers, and the palms of these hands seemed to be cast of fine iron.

Feeling the eagle claws stretched out, Zhao Zhijing, who was facing back, smiled slightly, only to see his slender arm wave, and the exaggerated sleeves swept like a canopy, and the eagle king Yin Yang in the air suddenly felt a huge force swept from the sleeves, and the figure kept retreating, and there were already a few footprints on the ground.

Yin Yang, who stopped his figure, suddenly knelt down on one knee and said, "See the sect leader!" As he spoke, he was still sighing in his heart that Zhao Zhijing's cultivation was unfathomable. Zhao Zhijing, who turned around slowly, gently rested his white jade-like palm on Yin Yang's shoulder, and suddenly Yin Yang, who was dressed in a black robe, couldn't help but tremble.

The slightest coldness on the palm of his hand made Yin Yang suddenly feel that he was already in the cold winter. Only he knows the dark side of Zhao Zhijing, he knows that one of his temptations may end his life, but he still made a move, and this moment is naturally the moment to accept punishment.

"Is it all done?" Zhao Zhijing, who was facing away from Yin Yang, said slowly, at this time, Yin Yang, who stood up from the ground, bowed down and stood behind Zhao Zhijing, and hurriedly replied when he heard Zhao Zhijing's words: "The things that the sect leader ordered his subordinates to do have been done have been done, and there are already disciples in the beggar gang that we have placed, and even several elders are now our people." ”

After that, Yin Yang still stood behind Zhao Zhijing, without Zhao Zhijing's words, he didn't even have the courage to straighten his body, at this time, he was like two people when he shot before.

"Hmm! go!" Zhao Zhijing, who was standing on the top of the mountain, did not change anything, but Yin Yang suddenly felt a pressure disappear, bowed to Zhao Zhijing, changed his figure and flashed, and left quickly.

At this time, Yin Yang knew that he had not been punished at all, but there was still a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, in his understanding, Zhao Zhijing was not a broad-minded person, and his offense was naturally punished, but he didn't know when the punishment would come.

Looking at Yin Yang's departing figure, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, wisps of coldness emanated from his body, and with a touch of Yin Yang's shoulder, a true qi had already been beaten into his body by Zhao Zhijing, as long as Zhao Zhijing moved slightly, he could take his life. (To be continued.) )