A black light as dark as ink passed by, and a figure stood high in the sky. His whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He stood outside the formation, looked down at everyone with a pair of cold eyes, and said in a thunderous voice: "Yellow-haired girl, this throne is not for you!"
His voice echoed in the Holy Palace, and a powerful aura enveloped the entire place, making everyone feel uneasy.
Jun Chengye, who was in the crowd, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help clenching the hands in his sleeves.
Come, come, my throne is back!
Last night, the Netherworld Sword Master actually sneaked into King's Landing secretly. The two of them agreed on a plan and each got what they needed.
Youming concealed his identity, killed Jun Fengyao and Jun Fengya, and brought Ye Xuefeng back to Tiansha Palace.
By then, without the damned Ye Xuefeng, Jun Chengye, as the only prince, can put things right and inherit the throne.
Even though everyone knew it was him and the Netherworld Sword Master who did it, they still needed this fig leaf.
When Ye Xuefeng is gone, who would dare to be an enemy of him who has Tiansha Palace at his back?
Originally, it was Jun Chengye's intention to let the Netherworld Sword Master enter the Holy Palace overnight and kill everyone.
But the Netherworld Sword Master said that he had traveled a long distance and needed to take a break.
He worked this way day and night, rushing as fast as he could to escape for his life, and only then crossed the two countries in a short time.
Even at his saintly level, it was a bit too much, and he was very exhausted both mentally and physically at the moment.
Although the boy has not yet become a saint, it is still a bit troublesome to cooperate with the Holy Palace's formation and the Luck Golden Dragon.
Jun Fengyao didn't know this. She looked at the black shadow and felt the saint-level aura on his body, and her expression became slightly serious.
At this moment, the voice that she loved and hated sounded in her ears: "Ignore him and lead him in."
Although Jun Fengyao didn't want to admit it, when she heard this voice, she felt at ease instantly.
It seems that as long as he is around, there will be someone who can hold up even if the sky falls.
But this feeling of dependence made her angry, and she didn't want to rely on anyone anymore.
Jun Fengyao had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only look at the unknown saint high in the sky with a cold face.
"This is my, Jun Yan's business. If this saint wants to point fingers, I'd better wait until I have the face to meet someone."
After she finished speaking, she ignored the visitor, extended her hand to Zhao Ban and said, "Zhao Ban, the ceremony continues!"
Zhao Ban responded and quickly handed her the black scroll with the heaven-sacrifice inscriptions written on it.
Jun Fengyao stood in front of the altar, opened the scroll, and began to read the sacrificial text.
The visitor never thought that a saint like him would be ignored by a little girl, and he became furious.
"Yellow-haired girl, you are going too far!"
He struck at the Holy Palace with one sword after another. The sword light was like rain, overwhelmingly falling on the formation above the Holy Palace.
Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change slightly as they looked at the shaking and crumbling formation.
"Where is the Holy King?"
"Please also ask the Holy Lord Tianxie to take action!"
But there was silence all around, and the Netherworld Sword Master kept his hands in his hands and sneered: "I'm afraid that boy will be scared to death."
Having said that, it is not easy for him to break the uncontrolled Holy Palace formation.
Jun Chengye secretly clenched his fists and couldn't help but feel anxious, secretly cursing why the Netherworld Sword Master had to get stuck.
After all, once Jun Fengyao completes the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and officially succeeds to the throne, the Luck Golden Dragon will completely recognize her.
Unless Jun Fengyao passes the throne again, even if she is killed, the golden dragon of luck will disperse.
Once this precious golden dragon of luck dissipates, the Junyan Dynasty’s years of accumulation will be gone, and everything will start from scratch.
Fortunately, the Netherworld Sword Master is a saint in the Mahayana realm after all, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is extremely complicated.
Even though Jun Fengyao had cut out the complicated and simplified it, it still took him less than half an hour to complete the necessary steps.
During the last few steps of Jun Fengyao's ceremony, there was a loud bang, and the formation of the Holy Palace suddenly shattered.
The Netherworld Sword Master flew in like a flying fairy from outside the sky and sneered: "Want to be the Holy Emperor? In the next life!"
Transparent long swords flew out from the void behind him one after another, flying towards Jun Fengyao with lightning speed.
Zhao Ban and Wei Ting rushed forward, but were knocked back by the dense rain of swords and smashed to the ground.
The Netherworld Sword Master came towards Jun Fengyao with a sword light like a storm, with murderous intent.
Jun Fengyao was motionless on the altar, her eyes were extremely calm, as if she had already put life and death aside.
A figure formed by black mist appeared in front of her, holding open a thunder curtain with one hand, blocking all the sword rain from her.
The Nether Sword Master continued to castrate, and sneered: "Ye Xuefeng? I thought you didn't dare to come out."
Lin Fengmian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled: "How could it be possible? After all, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
He swung a sword in his hand and forced the Netherworld Sword Master to retreat.
The Nether Sword Saint looked at Lin Fengmian and said in shock: "Are you a saint?!"
He subconsciously looked at Jun Chengye. Didn't this kid say that he had been in the palace and had not survived the tribulation?
He even wondered whether Jun Chengye had joined forces with Lin Fengmian to trap him.
After all, the shattered Holy Palace formation is closing rapidly at this moment, which is clearly a trap.
Lin Fengmian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he chuckled: "Do I need your approval to become a saint?"
The next moment the sword roared, and he appeared behind the Netherworld Sword Master in an instant, slashing down with his sword.
The Netherworld Sword Master hurriedly fought, and everyone in the field only saw two streams of light constantly colliding in the field, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
There were bursts of thunderous sword sounds, and those with low cultivation levels were shocked to the point where their blood surged, and they subconsciously covered their ears.
The figure of the Netherworld Sword Master was erratic, and the fierce sword energy kept surging towards Lin Fengmian.
However, he was easily stopped by Lin Fengmian. Murderous intent surged in his eyes as he pursued him relentlessly.
Jun Fengyao watched the two streams of light entangled endlessly, and glanced at Jun Chengye who looked nervous, making him shudder.
Jun Fengyao took the sacrificial incense from Zhao Ban and said calmly: "The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven continues!"
Since he can deal with the mysterious sword master, she doesn't need to worry, she just needs to complete the ritual as soon as possible.
As long as the Luck Golden Dragon recognizes its master, even if outsiders kill her, they can only let the dynasty's luck dissipate.
Jun Chengye's face changed slightly and he deliberately stopped him.
However, under the strict supervision of Zhao Ban and Wei Ting, they did not dare to say anything and watched the ceremony continue.
Jun Fengyao burned incense and prayed, and placed three incense sticks to offer sacrifices to heaven on the four-legged square tripod in front of the throne.
Finally, she walked around the four-legged square tripod and sat on the throne symbolizing supreme power at the highest point of the altar.
The golden dragon of luck fell from the sky, wrapped around Jun Fengyao, and roared to the sky.
At this point, she officially succeeded to the throne of Junyan Saint Emperor, and a mysterious and mysterious aura fell on her.
From then on, the rise and fall of the Junyan dynasty was closely related to her, and they both prospered and suffered losses.
All the civil and military officials in the court knelt down and shouted: "I bow to the Holy Emperor Feng Yao. May the Holy Emperor be blessed by the heavens and enjoy eternal blessings!"
Jun Chengye followed the other ministers and knelt down, clenching his hands tightly and roaring unwillingly in his heart.
All of this should be mine!
