"The third elder, the destiny of heaven has been determined. This person on the Temple of Heaven is destined to be the master of my holy realm."

The Eight Elders had been planning for many days, and they were very happy to see that Dongfang Li was about to successfully ascend to the position of the Holy Lord.

The third elder's face was not good-looking, and he snorted coldly, "It's still half a stick of incense. It's too early for the Eighth elder to be happy now."

"So what's going on early, so what's going on late, can you still have the right Holy Master? Hahaha..."

The Eight Elder laughed out loud.

The wind was blew, and the entire Ninth Peak echoed his arrogant laughter.

Xuan Yu, the eldest disciple of the third elder, personally sent someone to his eighth peak. Such a beautiful thing is really unhappy.

The third elder's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, and he looked at him hatefully, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the Eighth elder.

Xuan Yu, who was standing behind him, lowered his eyes, his expression a little dim. A crescent white gown was blown up by the breeze from time to time, and it was full of rhythm. Under the faint sunlight, there was a bright sadness.

He did not regret everything he did, but his master had raised him, and he was sorry for him in the end.

Lesang looked from afar, his bright eyes flashed slightly, and his fingers in his sleeves curled slightly. She was sorry and helpless towards Xuan Yu.

The wind was rushing, but the people on the altar remained motionless.

There was only coldness on his cold face, no unnecessary expression, but the bottomless black eyes stared at the burning candles in the altar, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

The time for a stick of incense is almost here.

No candle in the altar has been extinguished.

All the disciples below lowered their heads and quietly waited for the final result.

Lesang originally thought she was ready to accept all the results, but at such a critical moment, her whole heart was still hanging.

What will happen if the result is.

How will God arrange her fate with Li Yuan?

Everything will be answered immediately.

"The time for a stick of incense is coming soon. It seems that it is hard to disobey fate, hahaha..."

Seeing that no candles in the altar were extinguished, the Eighth Elder blushed with excitement.

If Dongfang Liyuan becomes the Holy Lord, there is no doubt that the most powerful person will naturally be the Eighth Peak.

Everyone knows that this person was trained by the Eighth Elder.

So now, seeing that the overall situation is about to settle down, the Eighth Elder is so happy that he is so happy that he is forgetful.

Lesang despised him a villain's successful behavior. If Li Yuan became the Holy Lord, it had nothing to do with him. Li Yuan would not be his puppet, so he would not want to control Li Yuan.

Seeing that the incense in the center of the altar was about to burn out, the second elder, the third elder, the fifth elder, and the others looked at each other and sighed.

Even if this person is stopped, they cannot find a suitable candidate for the Holy Lord.

Besides, the Eight Elders were obviously ready, and it would be useless for them to stop them.

"call--"

Just as the few people accepted their fate, a demonic wind blew from nowhere, and the candles on the holy altar were extinguished in an instant, leaving no one left.

"What's going on?!" The Eight Elders who had been staring at the altar jumped up first.

Why is this happening? Seeing the last moment, why the candle on the altar suddenly went out?
Chapter completed!