Emperor Jun was not angry when he heard this and saw their expressions one by one.
But when his eyes glanced at Lin Fan, Di Jun was slightly surprised.
Because Lin Fan smiled and cupped his hands to him: "Princes, generals and ministers, I would rather have the kind. Your Majesty has great ambitions, and Lin Fan admires him! Here, I would like to congratulate you in advance on becoming the co-lord of the three realms."
"Thank you, Senior Lin Fan for your congratulations." Di Jun accepted Lin Fan's congratulations calmly.
"Excuse me?! I haven't even become the Emperor of Heaven yet, and the congratulations are already here."
"If you want to become the Emperor of Heaven, have you asked us?"
There was chaos in the field.
Fuxi and Nuwa were wondering why Lin Fan congratulated Di Jun for no reason.
In their opinion, Di Jun was a complete lunatic. Without the strength of the Emperor of Heaven, he was confident that he would become the Emperor of Heaven.
They expressed their doubts.
"Don't you think that if a strong man like Di Jun doesn't become the Emperor of Heaven, who can become the Emperor of Heaven?"
"You." Nuwa said innocently.
"Gu is not interested in the throne."
He had already been the Emperor of Heaven once, but Lin Fan didn't want to be the Emperor of Heaven again.
"Strange, where are they? Did they leave long ago?"
"Who is it?" Nuwa realized that Lin Fan seemed to be looking for someone.
"A few acquaintances." Lin Fan didn't say much.
Lin Fan was looking for big names from later generations such as Sanqing, Zhunti, Jieyin, Zhen Yuanzi, and Twelve Ancestral Witches.
When I found that none of them were there, I couldn't help but feel surprised.
"No wonder it's you who have the last laugh."
"Let's go too." Lin Fan led Fuxi and Nuwa to leave temporarily.
The palace was left behind.
Lin Fan turned around and said something that no one could understand.
"A room full of dead people!"
What a house full of dead people.
After Emperor Jun became the Emperor of Heaven, only the dead survived in the house.
All disdain and irony will disappear with history.
Di Jun faced the ridicule and remained unmoved.
Facing the headless corpse of his beloved wife, he calmly sat down where Zhulong, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, should have sat.
Yan Ling's headless body was dragged over by him and placed in front of the table, bleeding profusely.
There were many dragons from the Dragon Clan coming to attend the wedding banquet, and the Phoenix Clan gave them a lot of space.
At this time, only Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were seated, making it look very empty and quite prominent.
Coupled with the glance of Emperor Jun, all the powerful men in the palace seemed to become their ministers.
For a time, the sound was much less pronounced.
But no one took action.
"A bunch of eggless trash, scared by two people." The demon representative sneered, not hiding his disdainful laughter.
"Every one of them looks heroic, but in fact they are strong on the outside and weak on the inside."
"Devil, what did you say? Say it again." The quasi-sages were angry.
Is it okay to hit someone instead of slapping them in the face?
It’s not that they are afraid, they just don’t want to stand out.
"Did I make a mistake?" Demon clan representative Mo Luochu asked, pointing at Di Jun.
"Look, there are only two of them. How many of you are there? There are no less than three thousand Quasi-Sages present, but they don't dare to move. Not to mention the three thousand Quasi-Sages, just you."
Moro Chu pointed at a quasi-sage, "There are eight million strong men in the clan alone. A pile of eight million strong men can kill ten quasi-sages, but they don't even dare to move."
Amaterasu, the quasi-sage, who was pointed out by Morochu, blushed, and then said seriously, "Only fools will fight for temporary gains and losses, and act based on their own emotions. What I'm looking at is the future."
"Haha..." Morochu sneered and continued to ridicule other quasi-sages.
Every time someone makes a sarcastic comment, he must point his finger at Di Jun.
Lin Fan, who returned to the palace, happened to see this scene and added: "The demons are also dead."
"Senior Lin Fan, what did you say?" Nuwa did not hear Lin Fan's voice clearly.
"Senior, you are in the wrong place. Our seats are not there."
Nuwa pointed to the original seat, but Lin Fan turned a blind eye and walked to the first seat that belonged to the owner and sat down.
The pig's trotters at the wedding banquet belong to the Phoenix Patriarch, and the first seat is the Phoenix Patriarch's seat.
Seeing Lin Fan sitting down at his place, the Phoenix Patriarch's face was as black as carbon.
Nuwa pulled Lin Fan's sleeve and signaled Lin Fan to change seats quickly.
Lin Fan shook his head.
Lin Fan wouldn't have changed his seat if Di Jun hadn't taken the seat of the ancestor of the Dragon Clan.
The emperor sat down, and if he sat in his original position, he would look like a minister of the emperor.
Although Lin Fan has no interest in becoming the Emperor of Heaven again, it does not mean that he wants to be someone else's minister.
"Senior Lin Fan, this is not your seat?" Phoenix Patriarch resisted the urge to kill Lin Fan.
There was a smile on his face, and the anger in his eyes had already exploded.
If he was sure to kill Lin Fan, he would definitely take action long ago.
"Gu knows, but Gu is interested in Gu's seat." Lin Fan was quite domineering.
"But our ancestor is the groom, and this position is prepared for the groom." The quasi-sage of the Phoenix tribe said hurriedly.
"I say it again, Gu is sitting in Gu's seat. Your ancestor is the groom. Haha... If you have to have a groom to sit in this seat, then I don't mind marrying your ancestor's fiancée." Lin Fan smiled.
Just at this moment, Wu Zhao, wearing a red turban, walked out.
Through the red scarf, Lin Fan also recognized her as the later Suzaku Empress.
At this time, the empress has not yet become an emperor, she is still a phoenix, not a Suzaku.
Lin Fan couldn't figure out why in later generations, only the Suzaku Empress retained his memory.
As for the other prehistoric big guys, Lin Fan is not at all in their memory.
He is not in the memory of the existence beyond the saints, nor is he in the memory of the six saints.
This is so wrong!
"You are too bullying and disrespectful. Not everyone in our Phoenix Clan can provoke us. If you dare to provoke our Phoenix Clan, you will have to pay the price." The quasi-sage of the Phoenix Clan shouted.
"Senior Lin Fan, I respect you as a senior, and please take back your previous words." Phoenix Ancestor suppressed his anger.
"Gu Yi promises a thousand dollars and will never take back what he said." Lin Fan said.
"What a promise."
The Phoenix ancestor chose to take action.
This is his palace, home court, and the scope of his strength.
If he starts here, he has the advantage at home.
"kill!"
Ancestor Phoenix shouted loudly, and the suppressive killing formation in the palace was activated. All the guests retreated and equipped themselves with various defensive powers.
The suppressive force in the palace crashed down.
Everything around Lin Fan was blasted into nothingness.
Nearly two hundred masters of the Phoenix clan joined forces with the Phoenix Ancestor to kill Lin Fan.
"Ancestor Phoenix, it's too late for you to regret now. I don't want to see the quasi-saints wither in future generations, leaving only a few quasi-saint ghosts in the underworld."
The Blood Demon Sword appeared in Lin Fan's hand.
With a sigh, the Blood Demon Sword was unsheathed.
The sword light shines in everyone's eyes.
Di Jun's eyes narrowed and he praised, "As expected of Senior Lin Fan, I am no match for this sword."
"Brother?" Donghuang Taiyi was a little worried.
"It's okay. Senior Lin Fan is not our enemy."
While sighing, the sword light suddenly changed again, and Lin Fan's voice sounded,
"Forget it, Gu still won't kill you. If I kill you, Gu will find his opponent wherever he goes."
They were all the whetstones destined by Lin Fan. If he smashed the whetstone, he would grind the road wherever he went.
Only a stronger opponent can help Lin Fan recover faster and return to the Saint level faster.
"Arrogant! Do you have this ability? If I respect you, you are a senior. If I don't respect you, you are just a bastard. You dare to show off at the first level of the quasi-sage, I'm afraid you haven't woken up! There is no innate treasure, ancestor, I am alone I’ll kill you with my hands.”
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