1612: C1612 Armageddon

C1612 Armageddon

Lianhua Sect, the summit of the mountain.

Rohan Hall asked, "Sect Master, are you not afraid that Son of God will lose?"

The Sect Master gazed at the rolling clouds and leisurely said, "Son of God will not lose."

"Below the Nine-Grade Golden Lotus, no matter how strong his mana is, he still has to drink his anger on the spot."

"Nine-Grade Golden Lotus?"

Rohan Hall looked up in shock, "Sect Master, you gave Lianhua Sect's most valuable treasure?"

"But …" But isn't that the school head's keepsake? "

"Son of God has not taken over as Lianhua Sect's Sect Master after all."

Rohan Hall swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. He couldn't believe that just like that, the sect master had given the Lianhua Sect's most valuable treasure to Feng Wuhuang.

"Not now. Five years from now."

Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect did not feel that anything was amiss, it was even a little natural.

Sooner or later, the Son of God that was appointed by the Spirit Mountain Wonderland would have to take over the position of Lianhua Sect's Sect Master.

Since that was the case, it would be better to hand over the Sect Guarding treasure to Feng Wuhuang early, and this would put an end to the delusions of some people in sect.

Fetal Reservoir Realm, East Sea Shore.

Golden sunlight pierced through the sea of clouds, rising from the endless sea.

Three months had passed, and today was the day where the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect, who everyone was paying close attention to, fought against Qin Feng.

Draconic Buddha and Hui Jue had walked through the morning sunlight.

"Qin Feng is actually Chi Wen, this is truly unbelievable."

Until now, Draconic Buddha still remembered the shock he felt when he heard this news.

His expression was complicated, and his eyes were as deep as abyss, unable to see through his emotions.

But the name Chi Wen was clearly inextricably linked to him.

Following the arrival of the Draconic Buddha, the East Sea Shore s were momentarily in complete silence.

"Is that the Great Clan Elder of the Spirit Mountain Sect?"

"I think so."

"Spirit Mountain Sect's Supreme Elder actually came to watch the battle. It's really inconceivable."

"That just proves the strength of the Son of God."

The cultivators of Fetal Reservoir Realm immediately puffed up their chests, feeling proud.

"Hmph, Qin Feng."

Guang Zhi, who was hiding in the crowd, revealed a resentful expression.

As for the Jingmen City Lord, he was relieved and rejoiced. "Offending the Guangyuan Temple wasn't enough, to the point of offending the Lianhua Sect s as well."

"This Master Qin is really too much of a troublemaker. Fortunately, the Guangyuan Temple made the prompt decision to draw a clear line between them. Otherwise, we wouldn't even know how we died right now."

As the various big shots arrived, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

The battle between the Son of God and Qin Feng had alarmed half of the Buddhism Realm; it was a grand occasion that only happened once every ten thousand years.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the arrival of the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect.

The golden sun shone down on the earth, and a gentle and mighty wind blew across the sea of trees.

Suddenly, at the end of the horizon, a golden light pierced through the sea of trees.

"Lianhua Sect of the Lianhua Sect has arrived."

Seeing this bit of golden light, the expressions of countless paleo-chieftain s from Fetal Reservoir Realm, Vajra world and sphere of origin started to become excited.

Five years later would be the Menlan, which was the perfect opportunity to experience the strength of the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect.

It was just that he did not know how much strength Qin Feng could force his way out of Son of God.

Moreover, the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect was a mysterious figure.

In the past ten million years, Vajra world, Fetal Reservoir Realm, and sphere of origin didn't have any position of being Son of God s.

After Lianhua Sect produced a Son of God, the reputation of the top sect s of the Vajra world and the sphere of origin gradually surfaced.

The golden light didn't look fast, but in the blink of an eye, it had already reached East Sea Shore.

Under the morning sun, Feng Wuhuang was bathed in the dazzling golden buddhist light, giving off a holy, majestic and inviolable feeling.

"What a powerful aura."

Countless paleo-chieftain and The High Level of the Buddha were speechless.

"No wonder the Lianhua Sect didn't spare any cost and carried him to the position of the Son of God."

"This kind of dignity, this kind of aura, at least Ancient God's Fourth Heaven. It only took a few hundred years to reach Ancient God's Fourth Heaven, your talent is truly peerless."

"And judging from his aura, he's at the level of Perfection."

"No wonder the Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect chose him as the next Sect Master's successor."

The hearts of these paleo-chieftain were incomparably shocked.

Draconic Buddha frowned.

"This aura, this feeling, why does it feel so familiar?"

Looking at Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect, Draconic Buddha felt that he had seen it somewhere before. His consciousness entered his sea of consciousness and quickly found that familiar feeling.

"Hmm, Feng Wuhuang?"

Finally, Draconic Buddha found this sense of familiarity within his memories.

"So it's him?" Why did he appear in the Buddhism Realm, and even become the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect? "

At this moment, Draconic Buddha was also extremely shocked.

"The Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect has arrived. Where is the Taoism disciple?"

"He won't really run away, right?"1

"The slogan from before was so loud, it turns out to be a coward."

Seeing that the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect had arrived, and Qin Feng had not yet appeared.

East Sea Shore slowly started to clamor.

"Run?"

"It's not that you don't know the character of the Master Qin, right?"

In the middle of the crowd, Wei Hongying stood up straight, like a spear that stood at the edge of the ocean.

Ever since the Guangyuan Temple, Wei Hongying bid her farewell to the Jingmen City Lord, and began to independently wander around the Fetal Reservoir Realm.

The golden sunlight rose bit by bit as Feng Wuhuang sat cross-legged quietly, waiting for Qin Feng to appear.

He had followed Qin Feng for so many years, he knew Qin Feng's personality.

That was an extremely proud person. He would never back down before a battle.

He had to be somewhere in the East Sea Shore.

"How preposterous …"

The crowd began to stir.

East Sea Shore, a certain nameless cliff.

Inside the formation, Qin Feng was still meditating with his eyes closed.

"Mad monk, do you want to wake up Master Qin?"

It was almost noon.

Zhao Tiange shook his head. "What's the rush?

"…"

Yuan Zhen almost thought he was hallucinating.

Fetal Reservoir Realm, Vajra world, sphere of origin, do you not feel nervous at all with so many paleo-chieftain s and The High Level of the Buddha s present?

At times, Yuan Zhen really wanted to knock open Zhao Tiange's skull and see what was actually formed of it.

The sun crossed the midline and set again to the west.

Only when the red sun set in the west and the sunset dyed the horizon red did Qin Feng slowly open his eyes.

"Feng Wuhuang?"

The Smart Eyes swept across the horizon and Qin Feng immediately recognized the identity of the Son of God.

"So he's not dead?"

Qin Feng frowned, he was extremely shocked.

At first, he hadn't been able to observe it with his senses, but now, looking at it, he was greatly shocked.

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