"What's more, they killed King Yin Tian!"

"Princess Floro, think twice."

"Yes, Lord Flora."

"Are you crazy?"

"Why do you worship this kind of trash sect?"

"Isn't this a violation of our Indian martial arts?"

Among the crowd, some had red eyes and said with dissatisfaction.

Boom!

These people just finished speaking.

King Fuluo turned around and slapped the people who led the noise into mud.

Flesh and blood splattered, King Flora turned his head and drank.

"I said, after today, Yueyao Celestial Master will be the highest martial arts king in India!"

"Who refuses to accept, die!"

King Flora's words were resounding.

For a moment, the audience was silent, and no one dared to speak.

That night, Yue-Yao hosted a feast for the Celestial Master.

Inside the Temple of Heavenly Master, resplendent and resplendent.

Powers from all directions gather together, and the three major titles stand respectfully around.

The fiery red carpet stretched for a kilometer, from the steps to the highest "throne" of Tianshimen.

On both sides of the passage, there are Yueguan Huage and thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras.

Just like that, under the eyes of everyone, a woman wearing splendid gold silk and a purple gold crown stepped onto the highest throne on the fiery red carpet to meet everyone's eyes.

There, Ye Fan stood proudly.

He reached out to her.

Take this peerless girl by the arm, and follow her to ascend to the highest position and reign over the world.

"Congratulations to Yueyao Tianshi!"

"Worship Yueyao Heavenly Master!"

The ministers worship.

Voices of reverence and respectful words gathered into a stream, and in an instant, they flooded the entire hall.

"Yao'er, did you see, this is your world."

"After I leave, you will be the king here." JrNovels.com