On the distant sky, four silver horned beasts vaguely appeared side by side, pulling a palace canopy carriage, with luxurious tassels rotating, and the white veil was hanging tightly. Under the white veil, a figure could be seen sitting in it.

Like everyone else, Bai Mo also looked up at the luxurious white gauze carriage in the sky.

What a cool way to play!

At this time, a group of people appeared on the ground, wearing all white brocade robes and their black hair was tied up with white hosta.

When people saw that outfit, they knew that they were disciples of the Holy Temple, so they consciously dispersed to both sides and gave them an empty path.

However, the respectable disciple of the Holy Temple did not immediately walk up to the huge stone square. Instead, he laid a layer of snow-white carpet on the ground and then stood with his hands down, as if waiting for some big shot.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath-

They all know who this style is waiting for...

Of course it’s Lord Yuzun!

Soon, the palace canopy carriage pulled by the silver horned beast in the sky was getting closer and closer to the boulder square, slowly slowed down and finally stopped on the snow-white carpet.

The silver-horned beast pulled away its white and wide wings, and the horn above its head was shining with a dazzling silver luster.

The palace canopy carriage fell silently on the ground, and the spiraling luxurious tassels slowly drooped down. The white veil that was hanging tightly was like its own hands and feet suddenly separated to both sides, flying towards the Linlang Golden Hook-

Just when everyone stretched their necks and threw their eyes at the man sitting in the carriage, thinking that they would have the honor to see the true face of Lord Yuzun of the Holy Temple, they saw...

Yu Zun actually wore a white gauze hat, covering his face tightly!

Many people couldn't help but sigh with disappointment after not being able to see the appearance of the number one person in the mainland.

Even Shui Qianchen was beside him and said regretfully: "I made a special trip to see the style of Yu Zun. I didn't expect Yu Zun to wear a gauze hat. Oh, it's a pity."

Bai Mo was about to comfort him and said: Anyway, it's just an old man, what's so good about it? He's not like an ordinary person, with two eyes and a mouth, and a shriveled old man's appearance, nothing strange...

Unexpectedly, Shui Qianchen changed his tone and said, "I think that a person like Yu Zun who lives in the legendary world is not fortunate to see him at first sight. Liuli, my brother may not be able to meet him in this life. You must work hard to become Yu Zun's disciple, and then take a look at what Yu Zun looks like for his brother!"

"By the way, remember to draw it!"

“…”

White ink black line.

Brother, you have such a deep obsession.

When this imperial master arrived, perhaps only these two brothers and sisters were still in the mood to joke. Everyone couldn't help but breathe lightly, and their eyes followed the white figure...

The figure sitting in the canopy carriage of the palace, calmly stepped off the carriage under the scorching gaze of everyone.

A long, handsome and elegant figure appeared in front of me. The white gauze on the top of the Yu Zun's head hung to his waist, covering not only his face, but also a black hair, leaving only a small piece of black hair exposed outside.

The Imperial Master wore a white brocade robe, and only embroidered the hem of the clothes with large mandala patterns with gold thread. Perhaps he especially liked pure white, and even his shoes were pure white. When he stepped on the snow-white carpet without any trace of color, he seemed to be walking in the clouds step by step, which made people look up to him.

The big golden mandala at the hem of the clothes was as they walked: lotus grows step by step.

Bai Mo had no intention of appreciating the graceful scenery of lotus growing step by step on the clouds. She only noticed one thing-

Shouldn’t Yu Zun’s hair be snow-white too? Why is it black?

So say so...

He shouldn't be an old man?

This body shape and hair color, and the fragrance of Buddha's Fantasy lotus floating in the air, don't seem to be something an old man can possess.

Bai Moxian's white fingers were on her chin, and she casually pointed them, and her thoughts were a little distant...

At this moment, someone suddenly pushed hard with a fierce force behind him—
Chapter completed!