The night is as dark as ink. On the Gushan Mountain, there is a broken palace. There is a middle-aged man in a purple robe. His nose is high and his forehead is left with a beautiful beard under his jaw, his lips are tightly pursed, his eyebrows are raised like swords, and he flies into his temples. He can tell at a glance that he is a person with a straightforward temperament.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly at this moment, looking like he had fallen asleep.

Silently, there were black fogs spreading around the palace, gradually approaching the middle-aged man and soon approaching the nearest man.

The middle-aged man seemed to have not noticed it at all. In an instant, a sharp claw stretched out from the black fog and slowly grabbed it towards him.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light shot out, and he said coldly: "Who can't dare to covet the divine objects?"

"Boom!!"

In the palace, a sudden bright light shone, and the light illuminated the entire lonely mountain like daylight, and then flashed and disappeared.

Then I saw a black fog rolling on the ground of the palace, and a delicate woman could be seen vaguely inside.

The middle-aged man looked at it and sneered: "Does the demon clan also want the position of Emperor of Heaven?"

After a while, a soft voice came, "Eight hundred gods of heaven are taking millions of heavenly soldiers, and they are ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to come to the world to take you. You must be careful."

As the words became weaker, the rolling black fog gradually dissipated.

The middle-aged man sneered, "Eight hundred generals of the Heavenly Surveyors?" As long as it is not Zhou Tian Xingdou, he is not afraid at all.

...

Heaven, Yujingtian, Zhou Fan's eyes opened, and a figure appeared beside him. Above his head, the Qingyun hung a series of faint lights, and countless black and white Taoist lotus floating in the Qingyun, the Xuanhuang Pi Zheng and countless chaotic garlands, the moral chapters...

It can be seen faintly above the Qingyun, a scroll of Tai Chi treasure map is opened, the golden bridge spreads across the sky, suppressing the earth's fire and Feng Shui, countless thousands, and various strange phenomena are revealed. One Qi evolves into the universe, replicating the entire world.

...

It took a long time to pass in a flash.

Heaven.

The purple air is misty and the sky is clear.

In the Lingxiao Hall, its door is made of golden nails and elixir paint, made of mysterious light and silver jade, carved beams and painted buildings, eight scenic spots drooping lights, covered with blue glazed tiles, reflecting the sky light, intertwined on the ground, a golden piece.

Yang Han Daojun sat steadily on the cloud bed, his eyes as if they were fire, as if they were thinking.

"The position of Emperor of Heaven."

Yang Han Daojun muttered, his eyes were bright and there was a golden light jumping.

Now is the last day of the Minghua Tianji. After today, a new Heavenly Emperor will be in charge of the Heavenly Court.

Although many people are muttering that the name of Emperor Tian is not worthy of its name, Yang Han Daojun really sneered at such words.

If he could really choose, he would be unwilling to be his turn as the Emperor of Heaven.

Emperor Tian, ​​even if there are some restrictions, he is the nominal Lord of Heaven and Earth. How much blessing will be for heaven and earth blessings will be for his own practice.

After the abdication of the previous generations of Heavenly Emperors, his path of cultivation was unobstructed, which made him jealous.

Especially the first generation of Heavenly Emperor, he is even only one step away from becoming an immortal.

If it weren't for the fear of this heaven, he might have become an immortal.

"Emperor of Heaven."

Yang Han Daojun is a very ambitious person. When the Heavenly Court was first established, he was one of the first few people who chose to serve in the Heavenly Court. As a result, he also gained a lot of benefits. After four generations of Heavenly Emperors, his status in the Heavenly Court has steadily improved.

After experiencing the Four Emperors, of course he was not satisfied with his current position.

He felt that if it weren't for the lack of background behind him, it would be his turn to be the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

Isn’t this Minghua Tiandi because of the Legal immortal behind it?

Yang Han Daojun was deeply shining, and he thought about it in his heart. At this time, he could only hear the melodious bell ringing.

"It's about to start."

With a thought, I sat down on the cloud bed and went all the way to the auspicious clouds and gold fire, and went to Lingxiao Hall.

When we arrived in front of the main entrance of Lingxiao Hall, a huge group of people came from the left, surrounded by a jade chariot in the center, and nine heads were born on the four-legged strange beasts pulling a cart in front, which were majestic and majestic.

There were nine strange beasts, stepping on auspicious clouds and tangling in the rays of the sun. This momentum attracted a lot of people's attention at once.

Seeing this momentum, Yang Han Daojun's eyes moved slightly, "Why is it him?"

With the Minghua Heavenly Emperor about to abdicate, the subsequent Heavenly Emperor's choice has attracted the attention of many people in the world.

The one who calls the most is the one in front of him.

The disciple of the Pure Yangzhe Saint Immortal.

"Are you an immortal..."

Yang Han Daojun smiled, withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at it, and sat straight through the main entrance of the Yunchai and entered the Lingxiao Hall.

Although the Gantian Hall is called the main hall, it is actually a world heaven.

The glass spreads on the ground, purple and green mists, and layers of rays of rays roar up and down, spreading on the left and right.

All kinds of treasure lights hang down, or condense into floating platforms, or treasure pavilions, or jade platforms, or lotus boats, or cloud platforms... etc., are exquisite and gorgeous, and magnificent.

Yang Han Daojun found a high platform with a quick look.

He has experienced this kind of thing three times, which is considered an old experience.

Next, various figures from heaven came constantly, one after another, and a constant stream of people.

Gradually, the people were already complete, and even the capital of the Minghuatian Emperor, the main master, has arrived.

In the end, only the five seats on the upper floor of the palace were left, which were empty.

That was set up for the five immortals of the human race.

"Only five immortals left have not arrived."

Yang Han Daojun saw it and waited quietly. He had experienced this kind of thing three times, and he became more familiar with it every time.

Soon, the world suddenly became quiet, like all colors, sounds, and things were stripped away, intertwined, and condensed into a vast picture.

The scroll spreads slowly, presenting purple and green, words appear, and the octagonal radiates, and educates the world.

The scroll slowly fell downward and turned into a figure.

"Boom!!!"

The figure fell on the seat and emitted an indescribable and mysterious true sound, echoing in everyone's ears, making people feel refreshed.

"Sure enough, it was the Confucian one who arrived first."

Yanghan Daojun lowered his eyelids, and there were five human immortals in the heavenly realm. This was the third immortal.

After the Confucian immortal arrived, there was not much time. He could only hear the sound of deer singing in the air. A veteran in armor was wearing a sika deer. The colorful auspicious clouds under his hooves were fragrant and filled with mist.

"Dingdang~"

The sika deer wore a string of purple bells around its neck, which kept ringing as it moved.

Looking closely, the veteran's face was filled with jade light, but the picture formed by wearing armor was as strange as it would be.

"This guy... is still so unconventional."

Seeing this, Yang Han Daojun twitched.

The person who came was the immortal from the military ranks. I don’t know what stimulation he had when he became an immortal, and his style became so strange.

After the military immortal arrived, he greeted the Confucian immortal who came first. Then the sound of armor and leaves colliding on his body sounded and he sat down in his seat.

"The next one should be the one from the Legalists."

Time was not long, and only wisps of light hang down, falling down, turning into a majestic figure, walking in dragons and tigers, strode over, full of majesty.

The person who came was a fairy who sat upright in his seat and looked down at him with a majestic look.

When everyone saw this, they were cautious, respectful and fearful.

The Emperor of Minghua in this generation inherited this style of conduct, and he was decisive in killing and tough in his methods.

After a while, the void appeared crisscrossing textures, like ripples of water. Then a white-clothed Taoist who was floating in the seat, his posture fluttering.

"The last one is left."

Everyone knew that they held their breath.

The hall was completely quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but the entire sky suddenly shone brightly. Countless purple and gold immortal seals fell from the sky, condensed into the colorful clouds and the garlands hanging beads.

In a trance, a purple and golden halo appeared out of thin air. Sitting in the seat, there was a hole in the halo, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Boom!!"

The tsunami-like tide sounded in the entire hall, and the Lord arrived.

Below the five immortals was Emperor Minghua. Seeing this scene, his eyes flashed slightly. Even though he was about to abdicate, he still felt a little unwilling.

He was really frustrated with the Emperor of Heaven, or the Emperor of Heaven of Heaven in history did not do much.

With Zhou Fan, the Lord of the Heavenly Realm, they can only temporarily own the Heavenly Court.
To be continued...