Chapter 512 Return to the Holy Fire Cult

call out!

A quarter of an hour later, a ray of red light fell on the main altar of the Holy Fire Cult, and Yang Feng's figure appeared in this place again.

When the disciples of the main altar saw him, they couldn't help but bow and clasp their fists: "Master Yang... uh no, Mr. Yang, you are back!"

"Well, where are they now, Old Poison?"

"In the Holy Fire Hall!"

"knew!"

With a faint nod, Yang Feng was already familiar with the place. He said hello to everyone and hurriedly went to find the Poison King and the others.

When they arrived at the Holy Fire Hall, they saw the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, once again leading all the senior leaders of the religion, kneeling in front of the Holy Fire, reciting the teachings devoutly, as if they were worshiping.

"The raging fire will burn my broken body; how joyful is life, how painful is death..."

"Old poison!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng interrupted them with a loud shout, and ran in with excitement on his face, shouting: "If you are free now, the ceremony to take over the leader will be held immediately. I want to enter the holy tomb. I promise to walk well this time, no."

Sneeze again!"

"Mr. Yang, are you back?"

"Hey, this kid is back again, come and see if he can pass the test this time!"

Looking at this familiar face, Poison King's eyes lit up and he stopped reciting. In the scorching flames, Ouyang shouted loudly, and all those illusory heroes appeared, staring at them closely, and evil spirits flashed across the corners of their mouths.

Strange smile.

Finally, this guy came back.

"Lord Holy Ancestor, let him get through this time. After all, our religion has not had a leader for a hundred years. If this continues, there will be no leader, and the Holy Church will collapse!"

All the heroic spirits looked at the flaming shadow sitting in the middle, but that shadow kept staring in the direction of the main hall in front of them, silently, as if thinking about something.

At this time, the two Poison Kings led everyone to greet them. They first looked at Yang Feng with surprise, then their expressions stiffened and they shouted: "Master Yang, where is the Tyrant Dragon Robe? The leader of my religion, the Imperial Robe, is the Tyrant Robe."

Where's the dragon robe? After you put it on, why didn't you put it back on?"

"Uh, this..."

His heart stagnated, Yang Feng smacked his lips twice, and said with a bright smile: "My... Tyrannosaurus robe, it's dirty, I took it for dry cleaning, and I can't get it back for a while. Let's go through the leader succession ceremony first,

After washing it in two days, I can take it back and have it."

His face suddenly sank, and the Poison King's heart suddenly tightened, and he shouted: "Master Yang, can you stop making this up? That Tyrant Dragon Robe is a sacred object of our religion, a top twelfth-grade warrior, how is it possible?

Being polluted by worldly stolen goods casually? There is no need to wash it. Tell me the truth, what happened to me teaching you the Tyrannosaurus Robe?"

"Uh, that..."

After scratching his head, Yang Feng saw that the old man couldn't be fooled, so he could only smile dryly and hesitated: "I...I took it to exchange a few hostages with the Ghost King!"

"What? Did you give it to the traitor Ghost King?"

"Old Poison, don't worry, I didn't do it to save people!"

When the Poison King heard these words, he immediately trembled and rarely spoke angrily to Yang Feng. Yang Feng shivered with fright and couldn't help waving his hands: "There was really nothing we could do at that time. He and his men were abusing him in the palace.

I couldn't bear to see thousands of people, so I made a deal with him. To be honest, the deal was quite worthwhile. I saved tens of thousands of lives..."

"It's worth a damn!"

Before he could finish his words, the Poison King interrupted him with an angry roar, his eyes red with anger: "Master Yang, that tyrant dragon robe is the holy robe of the leader of our sect, and it represents the leader's incompetence.

The authority of the whole sect. In order to protect this robe, everyone in the sect would risk their lives. You just take such a precious treasure and trade it with others casually. You have chilled the hearts of all the believers in the sect.

Ah, are you still worthy of being our leader?"

The Poison King was roaring, without giving Yang Feng any face or caring about his terrifying strength. It was obvious that he was really angry.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also stared at Yang Feng with gloomy expressions, losing their previous kindness.

Even though he is the next successor of the Saint Ancestor Yingling, but by trading the treasure respected by everyone in this sect, he clearly does not take the sincerity of the members of this sect to the Holy Religion at heart.

How can such a person be qualified to be a leader?

For a moment, everyone fell apart, and the initial enthusiasm that our religion would finally have a leader after hundreds of years dissipated instantly.

People are very disappointed with Yang Feng's childish behavior.

Uh-oh!

Seeing this scene, all the heroic spirits in the holy fire shook their heads helplessly and sighed, and began to take charge.

"Now we're in trouble. The leader is deviant. How can he get to the top?"

"It's just a piece of rags, but the church members value it very much. It's a treasure. Even the leader can't touch it casually. Now he has offended the public. How will it end?"

"Actually, this Tyrant Dragon Robe has only been passed down since the 33rd generation. It is not a sacred object that has been passed down by this sect. The reason why the believers regard it as so important is simply because this sect was one of the top ten empires in the past.

At the time of the co-leadership, the ten major empires jointly presented the glory of the religion. What the believers valued was the glorious era of that year. This glorious era was eliminated before Leader Yang came to power.

, is tantamount to the behavior of a prodigal son, no wonder everyone is angry, he has shattered everyone's dreams, alas!"

…

A group of ghosts were discussing, and finally they all looked at the Holy Ancestor, bowed and said: "Lord Holy Ancestor, what do you think?"

"I'll sit and watch!"

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and the flaming shadow stared closely at this tense scene and murmured: "The reason why the leader is the leader, the leader of a religion, is not a dead thing, but the reason that unites people's hearts."

Ability. Today's matter is the biggest test for this boy. This is no longer something that can be easily explained by a few casual explanations. If he can even pass this hurdle, then he is

The true leader is the same whether he is recognized by us or not. Otherwise...hehehe!"

Smiling softly, the Holy Ancestor stopped talking and just continued to watch.

The rest of the people were also watching all this closely, watching how things continued to develop.

In silence, Yang Feng also felt the heaviness of the atmosphere at the scene and the coldness of the people around him towards him. If he were not the heir appointed by that holy ancestor, they would probably kill him at the risk of their lives.

Licking his dry lips, Yang Feng seemed to realize that he had gotten into a big trouble. He couldn't help scratching his head and said with a smile: "Well... can't it be done without that robe? Our succession ceremony..."

"Still want to take over?"

Staring at him fiercely, the Poison King gritted his teeth and said: "It won't be too late for you to take over after the dragon robe is recovered. Now, you are not qualified to be the leader of our Holy Fire Cult, let's go!"
Chapter completed!