For a moment, all the Taoist dictators of all parties started to move, preparing for the New Emperor's throne ceremony three hundred years later, and even collected treasures of heaven and earth as gifts to congratulate the New Emperor on the ascension of the throne.

After all, Ye Xuan's power is too invincible, and no one dares to resist the entire three realms. If anyone dares to be negligent, Ye Xuan's character will definitely be punished. The Taoist priests of all parties will naturally not dare to make any mistakes in this regard.

...

Thirty-third level of heaven, Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Ziwei Emperor and Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, Hongmeng purple aura and five-colored divine stones were placed between the two, and Fatty Huang stood behind Ye Xuan.

"My brother, I can't ask for this opportunity to become a saint."

Emperor Ziwei spoke heavily because he understood very well that it would be fine if he had obtained the throne of Heaven. If he had obtained the throne of holy, he would be afraid that he would cause trouble within Xiao Wall.

Become a sanctification!

With a seductive word, I don’t know how many people covet the holy position in Ye Xuan’s hands. If he gets this holy position, how can other quasi-saints be convinced will definitely lay the uneasiness factor for the heavenly court.

"Brother, there is no need to refuse. If you do not have the cultivation level of a saint, how can you be the Emperor of Heaven? And any one can command the thirty-third level of Heaven?" Ye Xuan said in a deep voice.

"My brother, please take back your life. I can't sit in this position as the Emperor of Heaven. Besides, I am just a Daluo Golden Immortal, not even a quasi-saint. Even if I get this opportunity to become a saint, it will be useless." Emperor Ziwei explained with great thoughts. No matter what, he would never accept such a generous gift.

"Brother, don't worry, I will set your throne ceremony three hundred years later, and I will help you enter the quasi-saint during this period. At that time, with your quasi-saint's cultivation level, you can achieve the fruit of the saint of heaven." Ye Xuan smiled and said, everything was under his plan.

But Ye Xuan didn't tell Ziwei some things that Nuwa would attack the three emperors of the human race in three hundred years to seek human power for Luohu, and Ye Xuan set the throne ceremony three hundred years later, and he also had his own ideas.

"Listen to me, this holy position is extraordinary. I don't know how many people are coveting it. If I really get this holy position, the heavenly court will have many hidden dangers. Do you want to make the heavenly court disaster cause Xiao Wall?" Ziwei Emperor told the seriousness of the incident.

"Oh!"

Ye Xuan smiled. He smiled softly, but a momentum that was as eternal as the sky burst out, directly covering the thirty-third heavenly court.

"Did you see it?"

"As long as I, Ye Xuan, never die for a day, no one dares to have a strange intention. Moreover, if my brother has obtained the throne of holy, no one in this heaven is your opponent. They should be under your control and will never dare to say a word."

Ye Xuan said this and withdrew his momentum, he sighed earnestly: "Brother, have you ever thought about it? I am most at ease only when you get the saint position. Those saints of heavenly way all have great causes and effects on me. After you become a saint, you will naturally be of great help to me."

After Ye Xuan's repeated persuasion, Emperor Ziwei was no longer refusing. As Ye Xuan said, if he got the saint throne, he would be the saint of heaven, so that he could truly help Ye Xuan.

Moreover, Emperor Ziwei is not a pretentious person, nor is it a hypocrite. This is what he dreams of becoming a saint. It was just that he had just refused to do so for the stability of the heavenly court before. At this moment, his heart was opened and naturally agreed.

"Brother, this is the Nine-Turn Daluo Golden Pill, and there are three nine thousand-year-old peaches and two ten thousand Buddha golden elixirs, which is enough to reach the peak of Daluo."

Ye Xuan directly took out various elixirs to improve his cultivation. Obviously, even if he borrowed external forces, he would push Emperor Ziwei to the peak of Daluo.

As for stepping into the quasi-saint, it is not a pill that can work, it requires one's own insights. Ye Xuan can only demonstrate his own Dharma and Tao for Ziwei to use as a reference, so that Ziwei can quickly step into the quasi-saint.

On this day, the Heavenly Emperor Palace was rumbled and shaking, and Daluo Immortal Lights were scattering out. This violent fluctuation spread throughout the heavenly court, making everyone envious and watch.

Because everyone knows that Ye Xuan is improving his cultivation for Emperor Ziwei and preparing for the throne ceremony three hundred years later, and that day Ziwei will become the new saint of the Heavenly Way.

There are some envious people, and there are also some jealous people. However, Ye Xuan is in charge of the heavenly court, and everyone must follow his will. No one dares to say a word of no, let alone refute.

...

At the same time, Wan Yao Palace!

The Wan Yao Palace is the temple of Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun. At this moment, the two demon emperors sat cross-legged in the Wan Yao Palace, with disappointment on their faces written on them.

"Why!"

Feeling the Daluo aura from the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Di Junyiran sighed: "I didn't expect that Ziwei won the throne, and the saint's opportunity was also given to him."

"It's time and fate. The holy position has no chance for us. Since the Emperor of Heaven has chosen Ziwei, we should practice with peace of mind and not envy others." Donghuang Taiyi said repeatedly with a wry smile.

After passing by the Holy Pose, the two demon emperors naturally felt lost, but who made Ziwei have a good life? When Ye Xuan was weak, they helped Ye Xuan several times. Today, Ziwei had the opportunity to become a saint, so they could only accept their fate.

"You two majesties are clear, and the old minister has something to say or not." Suddenly, Feng Bo interrupted quietly, and his eyes faintly glanced across the gloomy look.

"What are you going to say?" Dong Huang Taiyi frowned slightly.

"The old minister is unwilling to accept the two majesties. How can Ziwei get the throne of holy?"

"Even if Ziwei has an old age with Emperor Ye Tian, ​​it would be fine if Emperor Ye Tian gave him the position of Emperor Heaven. It would be considered as repaying the kindness of the past. But what qualifications are Ziwei qualified to obtain this holy position?" Feng Bo said indignantly.

"Shut up, how dare you gossip? If you didn't think about it for the sake of your king and my ministers for many years, you would definitely punish you for your great crime today." Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed drastically and scolded him coldly.

"Your Majesty, are you really willing?"

"He Ziwei is just a little Daluo, and you are the emperor of the demon clan, and his cultivation is even more quasi-saintly. If anyone is the most qualified to get this holy position, it must be your Emperor Dong." Feng Bo continued to speak.

"Bold, do you want to die?" Dong Huang Taiyi's face was gloomy and he slapped the table in anger.

"Your Majesty, even if you kill the old minister, you still have something to say."

Feng Bo knelt down and kowtowed, "That Ziwei will not ascend the throne three hundred years later. At this moment, Emperor Ye Tian will definitely hand over the Hongmeng purple aura and the five-colored divine stone to him. As long as you take advantage of the gap, you can naturally become a saint of the Heavenly Dao. Even if Emperor Ye Tian knows it, he will have no choice but to accept this fact."

Temptation, naked temptation, when Feng Bo made this proposal, Donghuang Taiyi fell silent, and Di Jun's expression was changing rapidly, and obviously they were in extreme struggle.

Become a saint!
Chapter completed!