Chapter 1092 Wang Lin’s plan

The two old men in the late stage of the Nirvana looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the old men in the early stage of the Nirvana, and it was obvious that this man was the leader.

This old god looked at Wang Lin, and although his expression was calm, his heart was filled with shock. He could do this with two fingers, but he was a nirvana cultivator, and Wang Lin was obviously just a perfection of Nirvana.

In this way, he had to pay attention to the person in front of him, and more importantly...

"Nine Profound Transformation!" The old man's mind moved and looked around. He saw that almost all the elders' eyes fell on him in the Starry Sky Suzaku Holy Clan, and under the invisible pressure, the old man was silent for a moment and said calmly:

"Welcome to the Holy Emperor!"

As soon as this said, the two foreign elders beside him breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time clasped their fists and said, "Welcome to the Holy Emperor."

Then came the tribe members who obeyed the three elders, all of whom looked respectful and welcomed each other in unison.

"Welcome to the Holy Emperor!" For a moment, almost all the tribe members in the starry sky echoed at this moment, and the voices of tens of thousands of people filled the air, immediately like the earth-shaking thunder roar.

Wang Lin's expression was dull. Although he was shrouded in a welcoming voice, he understood that many of these people must be dissatisfied. After all, his cultivation was not enough to shock all the members of the Suzaku Saint Clan. But he didn't care about these things, and Wang Lin's heart was not even in the Suzaku Saint Clan.

At this moment, as the welcome sound echoed, when Wang Lin was surrounded by many people from the Suzaku Saint Clan, there were a few people who were not here, and their mood was full of complexity.

The first one is Tashan. Tashan did not go to see Wang Lin, but was still silently looking at the sky in the place where he was before. Although he could not see Wang Lin with the cultivation star he was in, he could vaguely feel the greetings beside Wang Lin in the distant starry sky.

His expression was very complicated. After a long time, he sighed lightly, closed his eyes and continued to meditate. However, the fluctuations in his mood could not calm down.

In addition to him, there was another person who was the same. This person sat on the wall of the city on a cultivation star, with seven or eight wine pots huddled upside him. He grabbed one in his hand and took a big sip, looking sad.

Compared with the excitement around Wang Lin at this moment, the old man seemed extremely desolate, as if he was indifferent to everything. Behind him, Ling'er silently accompanied him.

Outside Tashan and Chen Daozi, there was another person in this burning star field that was extremely complicated. This person was Xu Liguo. He was in the vortex of flames, and the sound of cursing echoed again, as if he was tireless.

"Wang Lin, who killed Qiandao, hasn't let your Grandpa Xu go out yet. Wait, wait for Grandpa Xu!"

In the next two days, the other three elders of the Saint Sect came one after another to congratulate Wang Lin on becoming the Suzaku Holy Emperor. For a moment, the entire Suzaku Holy Sect was filled with excitement. Wang Lin was very polite to the elders of Qinglong, Xuanwu, and *** of the Three Saint Sects. The Four Saint Sects were originally of the same roots. Many elders of these Three Saint Sects had seen Wang Lin's magical powers in the land of demons before, so they naturally would not be arrogant because he was a cultivator of Nirvana after meeting.

After talking politely to each other, the elders of the Three Holy Sects were arranged to live in residence. The elders of the Three Sects were very concerned about Wang Lin, the new Holy Emperor.

Especially the three great elders of the Qinglong Holy Sect were even more respectful to Wang Lin. After Wang Lin informed the Suzaku Holy Emperor three years ago, they learned about this and were extremely grateful for the news brought by Wang Lin.

The Holy Emperor ascended the throne and needed a huge ceremony. This is the tradition of the Four Saints, and Wang Lin was not able to change it. The date of this ceremony was set on the sixth day.

Wang Lin should have been extremely busy these days and had little time to rest. He needed to be familiar with everything about the Suzaku Holy Sect, especially the elders of the Suzaku Holy Sect did not fully agree with Wang Lin, but under the order of the Old Saint Emperor, he acknowledged this matter.

But Wang Lin did not do that. The reason why he agreed to become the Saint Emperor for the Suzaku Holy Sect was actually just a deal with the Old Saint Emperor at the earliest.

In the following three years, the old Holy Emperor gave me all his gifts, which was a kindness. Although it was a transactional component, for Wang Lin, this kindness needed to be repaid.

However, Wang Lin knew about his affairs and could not stay in one place for too long, especially in the past three years, when he often meditated, he felt uneasy, as if a terrifying heart came from the darkness.

It would be fine if this feeling was only once or twice, but as time passed, Wang Lin had experienced it no less than ten times in the past three years, and the feeling became clearer and clearer, as if it was coming from the place where the Suzaku Star was.

Wang Lin knew very well that as his cultivation improved, he also had some predictions about the crisis. Obviously, this ever-increasing sense of crisis came from Tuosun!

More than a thousand years ago, when he left the ancient gods, Tuo Sen's roar was faintly echoing in Wang Lin's mind.

"One day, I will go to find you and get Tu Si's inheritance of memories back!!"

"Tuosen, I'm afraid it's coming out soon..." Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the stones at the edge of a crater in the main star. The volcano below occasionally spewed out thick smoke, filled with a hot breath.

Tuosen is like a knife hanging above Wang Lin's head, which can be cut down at any time. In the past thousand years, Wang Lin has never been able to ignore this crisis. Even after the deity reached five stars, Wang Lin also conducted a detailed analysis of Tuosen's strength and the power of the eight-star ancient god in memory inheritance.

The results of the analysis shocked him.

With such a strong enemy at any time and searching for himself, Wang Lin could not live comfortably in the Suzaku Holy Sect.

Otherwise, the result will be to implicate the Four Saints and destroy them at Tuosen.

After more than a thousand years of practice, Wang Lin is not the little elixir monk of the past. Although Tuosen is strong, Wang Lin is not without any preparation.

"If the Immortal Emperor Qinglin could be resurrected, I don't know what would happen compared to Tuosen..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the earth below the mountain. All the cultivation stars in the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect were burning. At first glance, they were red.

"The grace of the old Saint Emperor, I will temporarily repay the rescue of the Qinglong Saint Emperor. If I can avoid Tuosen's pursuit and have the cultivation level that can defeat Tuosen, at that time, I will repay all the grace of the old Saint Emperor, keep the peace of the Zhuque Holy Sect and return to the prosperous times of the past... If I die under Tuosen..." Wang Lin was silent, looking at the world ahead, with bitterness on his face.

"Tuosen... I won't let him get out of trouble so easily. Everyone in this world has greed. I don't know how many people can be tempted by an eight-star ancient god..." A trace of gloom appeared on Wang Lin's lips.

At this moment, a long rainbow of flames roared in the distance. When it approached ten feet in front of Wang Lin, the flame dissipated and turned into an old man in red. The old man looked calm. He glanced at Wang Lin and said slowly: "Saint Emperor, Corpse Yin Sect, Luo Tian, ​​and the Alliance Izuyun Kingdom, all have messengers coming, waiting in the Zhuque Back Hall, but I don't know whether to see it or not?"

The old man in front of him was not one of the six elders who went to the Demon Spirit Land back then. Wang Lin only knew that his surname was Xu, and his cultivation level reached the middle stage of the Broken Nirvana. He was quite prestigious among the Broken Nirvana Elders of the Zhuque Holy Sect.

In the past few days, many forces in the alliance have sent envoys to congratulate them. Wang Lin did not see any of these people, and the elders of the Zhuque Holy Sect and their clan members were responsible for receiving them.

As for Luo Tian and the Siren Sect, this is the first time they have come. Wang Lin pondered for a moment, remembering the previous plan to deal with Tuosen, and he did not intend to see these messengers' thoughts change.

"See." Wang Lin stood up and said calmly.

The old man glanced at Wang Lin and said calmly: "Xu wanted to ask the Holy Emperor, and after taking over, he didn't know what plans he had. This matter was not Xu's question, but the question in the hearts of many elders. Please ask the Holy Emperor to explain his doubts."

"Save the Saint Emperor of the Green Dragon!" After Wang Lin finished speaking, he stopped looking at the old man. He took one step forward and turned into a rainbow and headed straight forward.

The elder surnamed Xu shook his body and turned around and looked at the place where Wang Lin disappeared, with a sudden change in his expression.

"The Holy Emperor of Green Dragon!!" He took a breath, and without any thought of asking, his mind was completely shocked by these four words.

Others do not know about the matter about the Qinglong Saint Emperor except for the Old Saint Emperor and the three elders of the Qinglong Saint Sect. The shock in the heart of the old man surnamed Xu at this moment was like a storm.

For the first time in his heart, he had a profound and unfathomable feeling about Wang Lin.

The back hall of this star Zhuque is made of red jade. From a distance, it is extremely conspicuous. Around it, there are many red woods everywhere, and even the paths on the ground are all red.

A burst of hot breath came from the hall and spread around.

At this moment, in this hall, there were two men and one woman and three men.

The woman was charming in a blue gauze dress, showing her chest with a touch of charm. As her beautiful eyes were waving, there was a sense of charm. She had been paying attention to the two people not far away. One of them was an old man with vicissitudes and the other was a bald man.

The old man was wearing a red robe, and was powerful without anger. He always closed his eyes, but there were twists in the void around his body, as if he was incompatible with this place, and even more revealing his amazing cultivation.

As for the bald man, he was more ordinary, wearing a blue cloth jacket and a calm expression, but sometimes there was a look of confusion flashing in his eyes and he returned to normal in a moment.

But the woman could see at a glance that whenever the bald man's eyes were confused, the heaven and earth elemental power in the hall would be stagnant.

If Wang Lin was here, he would have recognized at a glance that the old man and the bald man were familiar with him.

At this moment, a junior from the Zhuque Holy Sect walked into the hall, holding the tea fruits and putting them beside the three of them, and then withdrew.
Chapter completed!