Chapter 317: Who agrees? Who objects?
(Today’s chapter is a 4,000-word chapter.)
Time goes back to before the coronation was completed.
Yi Xifeng, who was trapped in a bitter battle, figured out something when he attacked the "Three Talents Formation" set up by the disciples of the sect.
There was no need for him to defeat this formation and enter the hall from the front. Because even in his heyday, if he wanted to enter the main hall of Biyou Palace and force Li Xintian to escape from here by force, the result would definitely be death.
All Yi Xifeng had to do was to enter the main hall and persuade Han Sanli to let Li Xintian go. At least he had to take more blame so that she would be punished less. As for whether he could get out of trouble, from what Lu Zhanyuan said before, He had some calculations.
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng immediately changed his previous tactics of continuing to fight with the Three Talents Formation of the Divine Sect. Fortunately, after the fight just now, the Night Sword Hanxing in his hand gradually stabilized, and it was no longer as endless as it was at first. Killing intent.
"Moonsteps and Climbing the Dragon!"
Yi Xifeng relied on the flexibility of this ancient body technique to quickly cross the defense line of the four divine believers in the front row of the "Three Talents Formation".
The sudden change caught all the members of the cult of God by surprise. However, this "Three Talents Formation" was not so easy to break through. The back row was divided into two rows of worshipers: heaven and earth. When they saw Yi Xifeng ducking to avoid the obstruction in the front row, they immediately used various attacks to attack Yi Xifeng.
"True Yang Feather Cloak!"
When the punches and palms came one after another, Yi Xifeng immediately activated the True Yang Feather Cloak, and the golden pure Yang essence instantly enveloped his whole body. He chose to use his powerful body to resist the opponent's attacks.
The two rows of divine sect members are both in the Demon Realm (Xia Zhe Realm). Under continuous attacks, it would be difficult for any Xia Zhe Realm warrior to resist these moves and continue to move forward. The momentum of the advance will inevitably be blocked. As long as the four people in the front row are given a chance to turn around, Yi Xifeng's plan will end in failure.
"Wandering Dragon Tai Chi Wind!"
A wave of palm wind shot out one after another, and the fist and palm angs that originally landed on Zhen Yang's feather cloak were deflected instantly. Some of them canceled each other out, and some even flew towards other members of the congregation.
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"What? This, what kind of kung fu is this?"
"This palm technique is so weird. How can it neutralize all the opponent's fist attacks? Some of the moves can even be counterattacked!"
"Use the other person's way to do it to the other person! Is this the boxing technique of Zhenwu Dao?"
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The disciples around the divine sect couldn't help but start talking when they saw the scene in front of them. The divine sect is originally a branch of the Jie sect, and naturally has its own inheritance and understanding of Taoist techniques. Due to Yi Xifeng's special status, after seeing this set of "Wandering Dragon Tai Chi Style", everyone immediately connected it with Taoism.
This is not because the members of the Theocratic Church are imaginative or open-minded. The main reason is that Yi Xifeng's "Tai Chi style" is the "Tai Chi style" inherited from the previous life of the earth. It itself was born out of Taoism. The understanding of Taoism in the past life and the current life is different, but there are some similarities.
For a moment, the rest of the cult members in the Sancai Formation were also stunned by the sudden palm technique used by their opponent, and they did not respond in time.
Yi Xifeng's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that this opportunity was rare. If he did not take this opportunity to break through this hateful three-talent formation, he would not have any chance today.
He fit on the Hanxing Sword, turned into a sword light, and headed straight for Li Xintian in the inner hall.
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The maid standing in front of the saint stood frozen on the spot when she saw the sudden sword light.
When the sword light dissipated and Yi Xifeng's pale face was revealed, several maids around him immediately started whispering. As Li Xintian's personal maids, they can be regarded as "very familiar" with the young Taoist priest in front of them. After all, in the past period, the Holy Lady would ask them to collect some information about each other every now and then.
Gossip news, especially in the hearts of girls of their age, is sometimes even more "troublesome" than the precepts in the church. The maids were no less curious about Yi Xifeng than the spies in the sect who were responsible for collecting intelligence.
"Is this person Yi Xifeng?"
"Yes, it looks really fair."
"He fought in the main hall square before. Judging from his strength, although he is not as good as Qianyuan of the Demon Sect, he can still be regarded as a leader among the young generation."
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Yi Xifeng stood up unsteadily, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were looking at Li Xintian aside for an instant. With just one glance, he could tell that there was something wrong with the girl, that she was sealed with a forbidden technique. Then he looked over the girl's shoulders and looked at Han Sanli not far away.
The cultists outside the palace quickly poured into the main hall of Biyou Palace, but they did not step forward to surround Yi Xifeng again. At this time, the saint's coronation ceremony was going on in the temple, so these believers naturally did not dare to step forward to take someone away immediately.
Yu Ming looked at the sudden appearance of Yi Xifeng with a gloomy face. In fact, when he saw the sword light just now, he could have taken action to capture it, but they took action immediately. As the saying goes, "Every time you suffer, you gain wisdom." His rash actions before had already caused Han Sanli's displeasure. This time, he must not offend the leader again.
The Discipline Elder stared at Yi Xifeng gloomily, ready to dodge at any time and take it down with his own hands to end this farce!
Seeing Yi Xifeng's sudden intervention, Han Sanli raised her eyebrows slightly, then stood up from the leader's position and walked slowly towards this side. While walking, he reminded calmly:
"Yu Ming, the coronation of the saint is not over yet."
Yu Ming immediately turned around and raised his hands to the leader of the cult who was slowly walking towards him, and said with fear and fear: "Subordinate...subordinate...obey your order!"
The next moment, the Discipline Elder appeared directly behind Yi Xifeng. Before he could react, he put a hand on Yi Xifeng's shoulder and said bitterly:
"Boy, can you leave? Are you looking for death?"
At this moment, Lu Zhanyuan, who represents the Zhenwu Dao Hall, has left here with Chen Chuantuo. Dean Chen just made a bet with Han Sanli. In the end, Chen Chuantuo was lucky enough to break through and win, and Han Sanli was willing to accept the loss and let the two go. People leave.
After all, from the beginning to the end, Leader Han only agreed to let him and Lu Zhanyuan go. As for Chen Chuantuo taking away Lin Fenghuo, Han Sanli actually didn't care very much. What really forced him to take action was that Lu Zhanyuan wanted to take Li Xintian away.
Even if a saint gives up becoming a saint, this matter is not decided by other sects or the saint herself. Because no matter how big or small the affairs of the entire divine religion are, only one person controls them from beginning to end.
Therefore, this coronation of the Saint is no longer a mere coronation, but a matter of face for the Divine Religion itself.
There is nothing trivial about the sect’s reputation, it’s all about big things.
Yi Xifeng naturally understood the reason and ignored Yu Ming behind him. He knew in his heart that due to the strength gap between himself and Elder Yu, there was no possibility of his survival.
"Master Han, I don't want to be an enemy of the divine religion. I just want to..."
Having said this, he glanced at Li Xintian beside him. She had been imprisoned by Han Sanli using the secret technique of the divine religion and was unable to speak. But from her watery eyes, Yi Xifeng understood what she meant: "If you die, you will never live alone!"
Yi Xifeng let out a long breath, raised his eyes to look at the cult leader, and said solemnly: "I just want to take her away. From now on, she is no longer the saint of the cult, and I am no longer a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall. The two of us will travel around the world together and forget about any sect’s grudges!”
He said this in a very low voice, but the warriors in the hall were very powerful, so it stands to reason that they should all be able to hear it. But these words were meant for Han Sanli, so they only reached Han Sanli’s ears.
When Yi Xifeng said this, Zhang Ming and Qin Hongyao suddenly appeared in his mind. He has witnessed the various experiences of the two of them, and looking back at them at this moment, they are an enviable couple of gods and immortals.
After listening to Yi Xifeng's words, Han Sanli did not express his position directly, but glanced at everyone present. Whether it was members of the divine sect or a group of elders and disciples from other sects, they were obviously curious about what Yi Xifeng had just said to him.
Some people with outstanding abilities can naturally understand the lip language of Yi Xifeng when they see her lips moving slightly. However, when these people met Han Sanli's eyes and hands, they couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
They understand in their hearts that the water in the rivers and lakes is too deep, and sometimes knowing more about things is not necessarily a good thing, and may even cause them to get burned.
"So, you don't agree with today's coronation of the saint?"
Han Sanli's fluttering words fell on Yi Xifeng's ears like five thunderbolts. Because not long after, the hand on his shoulder behind him had disappeared, and Yu Ming stepped away a few feet away with a pale face.
Instead, there were Han Sanli's light questions.
"Also, please ask Master Han to fulfill my wish!"
"Haha!" Han Sanli suddenly laughed when she heard Yi Xifeng's reply.
Seeing the old devil Han suddenly laughing, Yi Xifeng felt extremely strange, while Li Xintian's expression suddenly changed.
She was imprisoned by the secret technique, unable to move or give any warning. There was just a hint of sadness and despair in her eyes...
Han Sanli laughed and raised his palms, and immediately two hazy barriers enveloped him from both sides of the hall.
"Okay! I'll help you!" Han Sanli said coldly.
When Yi Xifeng heard Han Sanli's words, the other party's palm had already slapped her chest.
A golden light instantly spread from Han Sanli's palm to Yi Xifeng's whole body. He just felt that his whole body was floating, as if his soul was out of body, and he had no control over the body, just like cotton wool.
Yi Xifeng was lightly patted by Han Sanli, and his body flew upside down involuntarily, and his consciousness blurred for an instant...
Everyone felt a golden light flash before their eyes, and Yi Xifeng's figure disappeared again, as if it had never appeared in this world. Han Sanli glanced at everyone again and asked a little coldly:
"The coronation ceremony of the Saint will continue. Who is in favor of it? Who is against it?"
Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then they raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Congratulations on the coronation of the saint!"
These people include many members of the divine sect, and many are elders of other sects who visited Biyou today, but they all cooperated with the leader Han's questions without exception.
Yi Xifeng was just slapped into ashes?
No, not even a drop of fly ash can be found!
This is such a terrifying strength. Even if Han Sanli beat Yi Xifeng to death with one palm, it would still be far less shocking than this method.
Since then, everyone in the world has known that Yi Xifeng, a disciple of Zhenwu Dao Hall, was personally killed by Han Sanli! And there are no bones left!
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That night, Han Sanli stood in the room where the saint was sleeping, looking at the stars in the sky through the crystal jade above the bed curtain.
There is no one around, and you can even hear the chirping of evening insects.
The events that happened during the day passed through Han Sanli's mind like a revolving lantern, and he seemed to be catching some missing points.
"Is it really because of Xintian that the boy from the Zhenwu Dao Palace stayed in the Biyou Palace regardless of everything?" He subconsciously expressed the doubts in his heart.
"The famous leader of the divine sect gets angry at people again and again. Is it really because of the coronation ceremony of the saint?" A leisurely reply appeared in the shadow of the room.
Han Sanli did not turn around. He was not surprised at all that other people would appear here. The two were silent for a long time, and the silence was finally broken by the Korean leader.
"In other words, it's not actually for Xintian?"
When he said this, he seemed to directly admit that he was not angry because the coronation ceremony of the saint was interrupted.
To put it bluntly, the coronation of a saint is just a formality. Li Xintian was selected as a divine saint a hundred days ago. Regardless of whether the saint's coronation ceremony is successfully held or not, Li Xintian is a contemporary saint of the divine religion.
At most, the ceremony was disrupted, and the face of the divine religion was somewhat lost. But in Han Sanli's opinion, how could the face of the divine religion be worth his anger?
"No, he doesn't know anything. He just did this for the sake of that cute girl doll." The man in the shadow let out a childlike laugh.
"Fortunately, it was him. If it had been anyone else, wouldn't he have been frightened to death by Leader Han's feigned anger and escaped from Biyou Palace without looking back?"
Han Sanli didn't answer, as if she didn't hear him.
The man in the shadow continued: "But I would like to ask, why did Leader Han impose a divine seal? Do you want him to die in it so much? Then you must at least add one to the female doll. It is so biased and difficult to Convincing…”
Han Sanli sneered: "This is the territory of the divine religion. Whether it is fair or not, I have the final say!"
Upon hearing this, the person who had just spoken in the shadow immediately fell silent.
Han Sanli's eyes were no longer looking at the sky, but at the shadow of the bedroom.
"I would also like to ask, why do you, the Zhenwu Dao Palace, go back on your word? I have already given you enough face by not killing him, and you still want to bargain on this kind of thing?"
The shadow was slowly illuminated by the moonlight in the sky, and the person who had been standing in the shadow just now revealed his true appearance. He was Lu Zhanyuan, the great elder of the Zhenwu Dao Temple.
Elder Lu didn't reply. Han Sanli turned his eyes to him and saw a Taoist talisman fall from Elder Lu's back, and then his whole "person" turned into fine sand.
In the huge room, only Han Sanli was left alone, and the chirping of insects outside the house also fell silent...
Han Sanli waved gently and floated the fine sand in the shadow in front of her, gradually condensing into a sand sculpture that looked like Li Xintian.
He stretched out his hand and tapped "Li Xintian"'s forehead, feeling filled with emotion:
"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. I planted it with my own hands the year my wife died. Now it is as tall as a canopy..."
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