The entire hall was originally very spacious and huge, plus the bloody guards on both sides, this huge hall can be described as a sea of people. A large number of bloody guards and civil and military ministers lined up in a long queue, and it seemed that they had been lined up all the way to the thousands of feet away in the giant hall. Who's coming?

From the pilgrimage-like shouts just now, it was not difficult for Sun Fengzhao to guess that they were waiting for their Holy Emperor Majesty.

When Sun Fengzhao was surprised that he coincided with the big scene of the Holy Realm pilgrimage, there was a person who caught his attention very specially. This person actually stood there upright like Yu Wenji, who had just arrived, and himself, and did not kneel there like others, greeting His Majesty the Holy Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Holy Realm. Moreover, he also looks unruly.

This person's outfit is also very incompatible with the people and beasts here, and he is also wearing a suit of armor. But it has an old pitch black, and I don't know how many years it has been used. The man was also not wearing a helmet, and his black hair was fluttering in the wind. This person looks about forty years old, and he has a rather loose beard, and his cultivation is about under Sun Feng's care, and Sun Fengzhao can only guess that this person has a cultivation period of about one.

But in his raunchy appearance, as well as the pride in his eyes and his disdain for the many immortal cultivators around him, it could be seen that this person was a person who thought very highly of himself.

Although he always had four Blood Guards by his side who had cultivated to reach the middle and late stages of refining the void, guarding this person. But this person still looked like he didn't care, and he didn't take these blood guards who were not low in cultivation to heart at all.

is such a person, when Sun Fengzhao and Yuwenji were accidentally teleported out, their eyes lit up. With a look of joy, he shouted at Sun Fengzhao: "Fengzhao, you are here too!"

Although he was standing a hundred steps away from Sun Fengzhao, his voice came steadily, and it was very clear, as if it was ringing in Sun Fengzhao's ears!

The voice didn't seem to be loud, but every guard and courtier in the hall seemed to hear it very well, causing these courtiers to frown and look sideways. What's more, this person doesn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his voice actually passed through the walls of this hall and spread outside this hall!

"Who are you, why don't you kneel down to greet the Holy Emperor before he arrives!"

Yuwenji and Sun Fengzhao touched the stranger's gaze together, and couldn't help but tremble, and immediately snorted. That gaze stabbed at him as hard as a physical entity, and that deep chill made Yuwen Ji couldn't help but take a step back immediately.

But he is worthy of being a generation of war gods, and he is shocked. Even from his face, there was no trace of anger or embarrassment, and he still slowly questioned the unruly person in front of him in that unhurried tone.

"Hmph, I'm not a citizen of the Holy Realm at all, why do I kneel!Feng Zhao, they don't do anything to you, right?" The middle-aged rebellious monk snorted heavily, and responded with a sentence that also surprised and shuddered him. once again expressed great interest and concern for Sun Fengzhao.

Sun Fengzhao was also extremely surprised, glanced at Yuwenji beside him, but remembered something, turned his head to look at the middle-aged monk again, and exclaimed, "You are Zang Qingyun?"

"Haha, you finally recognize me. I've recovered my true body, and my cultivation has returned to my previous level!"

Zang Qingyun didn't say how specific his cultivation was at this time, but from his self-confidence and pride in front of so many high-level immortal cultivators, it could be seen that it would not be low. So when he said that he had done his best, he didn't forget to glance at Yuwen Ji again to show off and deter.

Maybe he didn't pay much attention to the so many immortal cultivators with high cultivation in this hall before. But when Yu Wenji appeared, he still felt threatened.

"Oh, really, you don't need my help to ......" Sun Fengzhao was pleasantly surprised, not caring about the secret battle between Zang Qingyun and Yu Wenji. I only cared about myself, and I said happily when I saw Zang Qingyun again from the bottom of my heart.

Even, I unconsciously took a few steps forward, closer to the Tibetan blue clouds that were far away. But after only taking a few steps, he was pulled back by an invisible force.

At this time, Sun Fengzhao was shocked to realize that Yu Wenji beside him had already made a move. But when Sun Fengzhao turned his head to look at Yu Wenji, he found that Yu Wenji had a calm face, facing the big voice of Zang Qingyun and rudeness, but his body was still straight!

There were already people and beasts around who were talking to Yu Wenji and Zang Qingyun, as well as Sun Fengzhao on the top of this temple court, so unscrupulously talking, shooting surprised and angry eyes. It's just that at this time, everyone is saluting, and because Yu Wenji, the god of war with a transcendent identity in the Holy Realm, is talking to outsiders, and it is also to maintain the majesty of the Holy Emperor, no one dares to ask questions or interject anything.

"Oh, you're the nether smuggler who made a shocking vision in the North City Corpse Refining Division half a year ago?...... Yu Wenji said suddenly after finding out the identity of Zang Qingyun.

Many of the Saint Realm Wenchen and military generals present did not know before that they had never seen this before, but the cultivator who was not low in cultivation was sacred. Why are you standing in the temple of diligent government?

Now under Yu Wenji's inquiry, they learned that this person turned out to be a nether descendant who was despised in their eyes. They all raised their heads and looked at Zang Qingyun again with disdainful eyes.

Zang Qingyun didn't care about this kind of look, and continued to raise his head and replied to Yuwen Ji arrogantly: "Yes, it's down!"

"Hmph, I wonder why Mr. Zang came to the temple today?"

In Yu Wenji's question and answer that already had an answer, Zang Qingyun's face changed quickly, and the person's momentum suddenly took a step. Yuwen was extremely general in order to mock him, but under the obstruction of the four bloody guards around him, Zang Qingyun was still a little afraid and did not continue his behavior.

But at this moment, the two golden gates behind the side where Sun Fengzhao and Yu Wenji were standing slowly opened, and a team of bloody guards wearing golden holy armor slowly walked out with a golden Lingbao-level painting halberd in their hands.

"The Holy Emperor has arrived!"

With the familiar sharp voice of Sun Fengzhao, Sun Fengzhao turned his head when he heard the sound, not only did he see Kenta standing on the nine-step gold brick paving steps, and the wide giant chair like a ceremonial platform, which was firmly placed on the high platform of the nine-step steps.

It turned out that the throne, which symbolized the highest power in the Holy Realm, had always been behind Sun Fengzhao. At the same time, Sun Fengzhao also suddenly realized at this time that he was already in the palace of diligence. The next one to come out should be His Majesty the Holy Long Emperor who summoned him.

"My emperor is hundreds of millions of years old, hundreds of millions of years old!"

At this time, even Yuwenji also retracted his previous state, and in a scream from Kenta, he turned around and knelt on one leg, and followed the other courtiers to pray for blessings.

At the scene, only Sun Fengzhao and Zang Qingyun were still standing outside, and with Kenta's announcement, a luxurious and spacious guard of honor, holding high golden horn magic weapons, blew a loud trumpet, and slowly walked into the hall.

Behind them, there are all kinds of court ministers, that is, Kenta's colleagues and subordinates. Those bloody palace guards, court maids, court scholars, etc. They all walked out in a queue, and in the end, two human body refiners who were two meters tall and far away. They* put on their upper bodies, exposing their rock-like muscles, and together they pushed a huge golden drum and walked out.

When the trumpets stopped, the two wrestlers beat their drums......

Knock! knock......

A heavy drum beat, with the fluctuation of mana, those notes seemed to hit people's hearts! That's not all, the drum sound spread far away, and the sound was far away in the forbidden area of the central square.

That drum turned out to be a heavenly spiritual treasure!

Sun Fengzhao even felt that the soldiers and civilians who were far away on both sides of the street from the Qilin Palace Dao Temple heard these drums, and they gradually stopped their noise and waited quietly to welcome their supreme ruler to the saint according to the traditional ceremony.

His Majesty the Holy Emperor, the current Holy Emperor of the Holy Realm, is about to appear under Sun Fengzhao's gaze!

By the time the twelve drums were finished, the two alchemist drummers with the Holy Rank had already shown a decadent look on their faces. If you knock more, you can die of exhaustion. It can be seen that even this giant drum is not easy!

His Majesty, the supreme ruler of the Holy Realm, the current Emperor of the Holy Dragon, finally appeared in this high-pitched drum beat! This kind of appearance ceremony of the Holy Emperor is also a tradition left over from the era of Emperor Shenggan.

With the sound of a loud horn again, all the royal relatives and nobles who knelt down under the high platform, and all the civil and military generals knelt down more respectfully in their positions, facing the golden door behind the chair that symbolized the throne and slightly owed their noble heads. And some military generals, like Wenchen, have changed to kneel on their knees after the standard military salute at first, and said in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Emperor, may my emperor live hundreds of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years, and may the Holy Realm last forever!"

Sun Fengzhao and Zang Qingyun, who were not kneeling, were also on the verge of bursting their eardrums, and finally saw the appearance of the supreme ruler of the Holy Realm......

Emperor Shenglong's first impression of Sun Fengzhao was: old!

This Saint-Rank Emperor, who is now more than 300 million years old, no matter how high his cultivation is, has not stopped the destruction of him by the years, and from his entire old state, it is not difficult to see that he is already an old man who is declining.

In the face of this indisputable fact, although this Shenglong Emperor was wearing a gorgeous golden yellow crown robe, he had a colorful crown on his head, and a circle of fine gold threads hanging down the crown were wrapped with twelve-colored spars.

These spars, Sun Feng couldn't help but take a breath when he saw them...... Marvel at the fact that it was actually a twelve-colored spear scale stone, a seven-colored stone, and a multicolored stone!

With so many high-quality spirit stones inlaid on this crown alone, it was enough for the crazy generation of cultivators in the Nether Realm. The luxury of this Holy Realm and the Holy Emperor once again shocked Sun Fengzhao's nerves and eyeballs.

Emperor Shenglong walked very slowly, his pace seemed to be a little slow, the expression on his face was very serious, there was no half joy at all, and his half-open and half-closed eyes flashed with a spirit that did not match his age. The appearance of this old Holy Emperor vaguely has some outlines and shadows of a falcon, but it is a little more murderous than the falcon that Sun Fengzhao knows, more majestic, and older....... and then, when the old body of Emperor Shenglong stood on the throne set up for him alone, his eyes glanced slightly at the ministers and "outsiders" who were standing or kneeling below. He raised his hand, waved it lightly, and said, "Zhong Aiqing, let's be flat!"

The thousands of civil servants and military generals, in the eyes of all the beasts and beasts showed a kind of fanatical worship, said again in unison: "Thank you, the Holy Grace!"

Then, there was the sound of the ministers getting up.

At this time, Sun Fengzhao, after reading and hearing about the words and deeds and faces of His Majesty Emperor Shenglong, who had been heard for a long time, turned his attention to the master who shot his most eager gaze in the team accompanying Emperor Shenglong.

These two people, one is a majestic and luxurious middle-aged man wearing a golden purple python brocade robe, a high crown of jasper on his head, and a long beard with chest-length hair.

The other is a young woman in palace clothes who is as beautiful as a flower and has a graceful figure.

Both of them should have cultivation around the merger period, but Sun Fengzhao didn't know either of them. But in my memory, it seems to have a bit of déjà vu.

When Sun Fengzhao was trying to recall that these two characters who frequently cast strange glances were the sacred in his memory, after the ministers stood up, His Majesty Emperor Shenglong, who sat on the throne, glanced at the place where Yu Wenji, Sun Fengzhao and the later Zang Qingyun were standing.

He first asked Sun Fengzhao with great interest: "You are Sun Fengzhao?"

Sun Fengzhao straightened his chest, stopped his thoughts and reminiscences, and replied, "Yes, you are the Holy Emperor, Falcon's father?"

"Hehe!" Emperor Shenglong was directly amused by Sun Fengzhao's answer.

"Yes, I am the father of the third bloodline Sacred Falcon in your body......" Emperor Saint Long's tone not only became gentle as he said to the Holy Falcon. looked at Sun Fengzhao's eyes, and also projected more love.

This behavior and change of Emperor Shenglong directly made many of the ministers below show their eyes of relief and joy, and with the loving eyes of the Holy Emperor, they looked at Sun Fengzhao with even more joy.

But there are still some exceptions, except for the dark blue cloud who doesn't have much expression and the graceful man with long hair and chest. There were two people, both with fiery eyes at the uneasiness cast by Emperor Shenglong and Sun Fengzhao respectively.

In this gaze, Sun Fengzhao immediately remembered the identity of the woman in the palace dress before the year - Yu, also known as Shengyu. The younger sister of the Holy Falcon, Yu Wenyao realized in the last stage of his life that he did not know enough, wise and foolish, and had always hidden the most intelligent, beautiful, and imperial style of His Majesty the Holy Dragon Emperor's six daughters.