The princes of the four directions, the major royal families, all gathered in the Alien Spirit King City today, with only one purpose, to celebrate the succession of a new generation of Yonghuang, and there was a lively scene everywhere.

On the wide street, from time to time, a super strong man with a deep aura walked by, and the Nine Layers of the Sacred Domain stood in front of him, and he couldn't help but tremble, obviously he had reached the level of a great sage.

In normal times, this kind of strength, across the world, almost no one can stop it, and at this moment, here, no one dares to be presumptuous, the new Yonghuang, pacify the four seas, unify the spirit clan, countless strong people surrender, all the clans come to the court, no one knows, which inn, or shop, there may be an ancient saint who everyone is in awe.

"To say that this new Yonghuang is really a god, the previous generation of Yonghuang, was injured by the Spirit Emperor and the Star Emperor in collusion with the human race, he was born out of thin air, not only defeated the other party's conspiracy, but also killed the immortal envoys from the heavens in one fell swoop, laying an invincible foundation......"

On the street, a storyteller, holding a folding fan, paints sound and color.

"That's not right, isn't it?A month ago, in the battle of the royal city, I saw it clearly, Emperor Yong was only at the level of a great sage at that time, and he had no way to intervene at all, and it was an unknown ancient saint who made a move to kill the immortal envoy!"

A passer-by questioned.

It has only been a month since the war, and what many people have seen with their own eyes is completely different from what the storyteller said.

The former has been preaching the exploits of Emperor Xinyong, but in fact, everyone who saw that battle all understood that the biggest hero was not him, but an ancient saint who had never appeared before.

"Do you know who the unknown ancient saint is?" the storyteller looked at him with a smile.

"I ...... I don't know!"

Passers-by shook their heads, and everyone else around them had confused faces.

"The man hasn't said his name, and hasn't been seen since that day, so do you know who it is?"

One asked.

Everyone looked at it together.

The entire royal city was full of doubts about that mysterious master, and they all wanted to know where he came from.

"Of course I do!"

Seeing that everyone's appetite was being raised, the storyteller smiled, stroked his beard, and kept tapping his fingers on the gong in front of him.

"Say it!"

An obese figure wearing a hat shook his wrist, and several Dayong coins fell into it, smashing out the sound of "dangchang!"

Seeing that there was money, the storyteller's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put the Dayong coin into his sleeve, then shook the folding fan again, smiled lightly, and lowered his voice: "It is said that this mysterious ancient saint is the personal teacher of His Majesty Emperor Yong, a hermit master, His Majesty Emperor Yong, it is precisely under his cultivation that he has such an achievement, and he was born out of thin air and calmed the world in one fell swoop! Not only that, I heard that this person also tamed the ancient saint of Huoxu, made him a beast pet, and even made the ancient saint of Moling surrender to him, so that His Majesty was supported by the two......

"His Majesty's teacher?"

"This bragging, right? His Majesty Yonghuang has been inherited by the previous generation of Yonghuang, is his mentor not the previous generation of Yonghuang?"

Some people questioned.

"Of course not, the previous generation of Yonghuang was very powerful and admired by countless people, but it was not enough to be the qualification of the new Yonghuang teacher......! Old Yonghuang, when you see him, this teacher, you have to bow down and call me young master!"

Storyteller humane.

"The old Yonghuang calls the young master, the more he blows, the more powerful it becomes! Could it be that this teacher of the Yonghuang Emperor is a god?"

The fat figure in the hat sneered.

"Naturally, it is a god, if it is not a god, how can you easily kill the immortal envoy from the heavens?" The storyteller snorted coldly: "For tens of thousands of years, in addition to the Confucian master of the human race, the ruthless predecessors of my clan, who have you heard of have this kind of power?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The immortal envoy of the heavens, just by listening to the name, knows that it is a symbol of invincibility, and he has killed with his own strength, and for tens of thousands of years, there are only two of them.

Now the ancient saint who suddenly appeared and killed it easily, if it is not a god, it is unbelievable.

"Your Majesty Emperor Yong, it is the personal inheritance of the gods, this can inherit the unification, be ordered by the sky, and let all the races come to congratulate, this is the fortunate thing of my spirit clan, and it is also something we should be proud of!"

The more the storyteller spoke, the more excited he became.

"Yes, it's my honor to be the same generation as Emperor Yong!"

"We Spirit Race will become stronger and stronger in the future......"

"God help my people......"

......

The crowd was full of excitement.

"Hmph! What kind of gods, I think it's demagoguery, deliberately making some kind of divine right to fool ......"

The corners of the fat man wearing the cloak twitched, and he was about to continue talking, when he felt a tightness behind him and was pulled by someone.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he turned his head to see that it was a tall and thin woman in a robe: "Go back!"

"I'm here to inquire about the news, it's really not looking for food......"

After being stunned for a moment, the fat man stuffed a lump of meat into his mouth, and was about to say something, when he heard the coldness in the woman's voice: "Senior sister asked me to call you back, if you don't listen, you can continue to stay here!"

“......”

Shrinking for a moment, the fat man seemed to change his face immediately: "Haha, where did you say, senior sister ordered, how dare I disobey, go quickly, don't let senior sister wait in a hurry......"

Too lazy to talk nonsense, the woman led the way first, and the two turned a few corners, came to a small courtyard, pushed the door and walked in.

After a while, they came to a sealed room, and all the surroundings were sealed with special means, and the sound and even the divine consciousness could not be transmitted.

There were a few people sitting in the room, and it didn't look like they were aliens, but humans.

"Hehe, I'll go out and inquire about ......"

Seeing the woman in the middle, her eyebrows were furrowed, with Xiao Kill in her eyes, and the fat man scratched her head in embarrassment.

"What do you know? Tell me about ......?"

The young man on one side smiled slightly, and behind him was a spear, leaning against the wall, the spear faintly with a cold light.

"This ...... The new Yonghuang is indeed a talent, not only pacified the world, but also came up with a gimmick of divine power, so that the storyteller spread it everywhere, and now almost the entire people in the royal city, and even the entire alien spirit clan, think that he is the son of destiny sent by the gods to save the clansmen, and they all admire it very much!"

After thinking about it, the fat man said.

"I've also heard about this matter, this new Yonghuang is a talent, a strange spirit, under his leadership, it will inevitably be more brilliant, and the human race will probably fall into a crisis!"

The young man's eyebrows also furrowed, and he turned his head to look at the woman in the middle: "Senior sister, what should we do now?"

"This new Yonghuang has just succeeded to the throne, and if he wants to make everyone return to his heart, he naturally needs all kinds of publicity, and it is normal to make this kind of momentum!"

The woman in the middle, her fingers knocked on the table, her eyebrows frowned, and after a while: "However, Zheng Yang is right, let it go, the spirit race will be completely unified, and the human race will indeed be in danger, so ...... We must strike first! Assassinate him when there is chaos in the succession ceremony!"