Jiang Taiyuan's eyes were dull and said, "This is the rule set by the ancestor."

"Rules?" Lan Wangchen sneered and said, "There are many loopholes in this rule. If an idiot picks up the Holy Ring of the Nether Yang, will it be a idiot who will bother me?"

Xiao Xuan said: "The Holy Ring of the Mingyang is passed down to my master when the old saint is dead. Are you doubting the old saint's vision?"

"What a dying moment." Lan Wangchen sneered: "In other words, the old lord has passed away, and the dead cannot speak. Of course, the words are what you want to say, and you will say whatever you want."

Huang Qi frowned slightly and said, "I think this matter needs to be discussed separately. Her one-sided statement may not be credible."

boom!

At this moment, a terrifying pressure spread from the Holy Ring of the Nether Yang, like a sleeping dragon, about to wake up.

I saw fluorescent lights floating out of the ring slowly, intertwining and gathering.

Everyone looked at each other.

I saw fluorescent lights intertwined in the void, and then, a slightly hunched figure slowly appeared between the world.

Almost as the figure appeared, all the star masters of the Holy Star of the Mingyang trembled suddenly, and a pressure from the bloodline spread out from their hearts.

"Old Holy Lord..."

The star card master of the Holy Star of the Nether Sun star star stared blankly at the figure, his eyes flushed, and two lines of clear tears fell.

Xiao Xuan stared at the figure in a daze. Is this Xingyunzi’s new vest?

This trumpet madman has countless vests. Sometimes, he even doubts whether there is a trumpet by this big guy around him...

When Xingyunzi opened the trumpet, he had left a shadow on Xiao Xuan's trumpet. Now he looked like Xingyunzi's trumpet.

Some newcomers from the Pluto Sun Star trembled even more. A remnant soul that was left behind had such terrifying pressure. It is really unimaginable. What level did the legendary old holy lord himself have to be powerful?

Kassan?

Kadi?

or?

"Old Holy Lord?!"

The star masters' eyes were all stagnant. Although it was just a remnant soul, the familiar aura was telling them that this was the Holy Lord of the Mingyang who had crisscrossed the Tianyuan Star Domain in the past.

In the void, Xingyunzi's deep eyes as deep as the starry sky slowly swept across everyone's body, and finally stopped slightly on Lan Wangchen, saying, "I have been away for several years. Are you trampling on the legacy of that year now?"

After hearing this, several star masters sweated like rain, especially Lan Wangchen, who was even cold and cold all over, as if they fell into an ice cellar.

Everyone's faces were filled with shame.

When the old saint was too strong, they still felt scared when they thought of the terrifying means that they could reach the sky and the earth.

Therefore, even if there was only a remnant soul in front of them, they did not dare to be disrespectful at all.

Of course, they were not only afraid of the old Holy Lord, but also respected him.

Jiang Taiyuan's eyes were red and he said, "Master..."

Looking at the former first disciple, a hint of relief flashed through his eyes and said, "Taiyuan, thank you for taking on important tasks for so many years."
Chapter completed!