Chapter 411: Song Wenji
Tianlong Mountain stands on the Sihe Plain, towering and majestic, looking down at the huge immortal city. At the same time, it is full of aura and is a first-class cave heaven. After being occupied by the Zhenxian League, it has been carefully operated for many years. Today, the upper and lower floors are already full of fully-equipped pavilions, and it is also the seat of the Zhenxian League's main hall.
Given the status of Zhenxianmeng in the world of true cultivation, the main hall of Tianlong Mountain is naturally glorious and glorious. It is difficult to have an exact figure on how many people of the Zhenxianmeng stationed here, but only The manpower to maintain the order of the entire immortal city is at least 50,000.
You know, Xiancheng is the largest city in the world, but the population of the city was claimed to be over 100 million long ago.
Therefore, the strength of Zhenxian League can be seen from this aspect. In Luxian League, just as Lu Chen said in the conversation with Tianlan Zhenjun, the real infants in this Zhenxian League may catch all of them. A lot, of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it is right that there are so many people. And on top of many strong ones, who really made Zhenxian League stand on the pinnacle of the human cultivation world, of course, it is still the six transformed gods.
In addition to Tianlan Zhenjun, there are also iron pot Zhenjun in charge of Tianlutang, Guangbo Zhenjun who presides over the Dazaiyuan, and three other true kings who have relatively few appearances on weekdays. They are: Liuyun, Guyue, and Jinlong are three true gods.
These six true monarchs, needless to say, are all big men standing at the top of the human race. They have always been admired by all peoples. Their positions in Xiancheng and Zhenxian League are almost godlike. In normal times, in fact, in most cases, these real kings rarely meet each other. At first, everyone must have a lot of busy affairs for each of them. The so-called king will not see the king.
The immense power of Zhenxian League is even more innumerable, and there is no lone man behind each of the true gods. First of all, they all have a strong self-cultivation backing to support each other, and secondly, there are a large number of people mixed under their hands. Over time, there are many mountain factions in the True Alliance, and the largest faction is naturally headed by these six gods, but there are still a lot of small and large mountains, and there is peace and tranquility on weekdays. The fight between the middle and the dark, and the battle between the dark and the dark, is a joyous scene in the True League of Legends.
Tiehu Zhenjun is a prestigious emperor true king. He has been famous for many years, he has a high reputation, and he is a rigorous and fair man who presides over the punishment of the true immortal league law. The reputation in the industry is extremely high. Even among the six true monarchs of Zhenxian League, they are also among the leading figures.
However, the lofty Zhenjun has not been in a good mood recently. He is often angry these days and has punished several disciples in succession. Therefore, in the famous building Tianlu Hall on the Tianlong Mountain, everyone has been stunned for a few days, and even dare not to pant loudly, for fear that they accidentally offended the poorly-shaped iron kettle Zhenjun.
However, there is still a person in this world who can enter the Tianlutang generously in such a tense and dangerous situation, and even have the ability to appease a prince of the **** of anger and calm him down a bit.
This is a woman.
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There is no one at this moment in the huge Heavenly Law Hall, but solemnity is still everywhere. In the huge hall, there are rows of large bookshelves of up to ten feet on both sides, which are filled with various ancient books, books and documents, especially the many legal provisions specified by the League of Legends for thousands of years. The volumes are also kept almost here.
A huge iron sword was inserted into the ground and stabbed on a large bamboo slip that opened the pages of the book. This is the most famous sculpture in the Temple of Heaven, and it also symbolizes the fair morals admired by the League of Legends for thousands of years.
On the high platform before the iron sword, there is a large throne, overlooking the entire Tianlutang hall, it seems to exude the supreme breath.
Today, there is only one person who can sit on this throne in the main hall of the Temple of Heaven.
This person, of course, is the Iron Pot Zhenjun.
Today, he is a gray-haired old man, but he is still in a trance with a shocking and unpredictable divine path, and there are often different light caves in his eyes and pupils, like thunder and lightning, which is daunting.
He sat on the high throne, his body looked a bit thin, the wide throne didn't match his body, but his momentum seemed to swell to the whole hall, as if he was real here. Emperor, no one can sit with him on an equal footing.
At the moment in the main hall of Tianlutang, everyone except him had retreated. Those people were driven away by the unhappy iron kettle Zhenjun. He wanted to be alone.
He sat alone in this temple for a while, his eyes closed slightly, as if contemplating, until a sound of light footsteps suddenly came from the outside, and then walked far and near to the throne of the high platform.
Without the order of the iron pot Zhenjun, no one even dared to enter here in Tianlutang even if it was a real baby, but there was obviously no one there to report, so Shi Ran walked in easily, and originally The guard outside the hall also seemed to have not seen this person at all.
The iron kettle Zhenjun stood still on the throne, unexpectedly there was no anger or surprise to this uninvited guest, just listening to the sound of the footsteps approaching slowly, even in front of the high steps where most people stopped. The sound did not stop, but slowly came up.
So bold and so brazen!
But for some reason, the original iron kettle Zhenjun, who was not in a good mood, was not angry. He slowly opened his eyes with hidden thunder and lightning, looked forward, and said quietly: "You are coming what?"
"Well, it's me, the righteous father." A gentle and slightly smiling voice came from the steps, and a moment later, a young and beautiful figure appeared on the high platform.
This is a very beautiful and very young woman. Few people know her origins, but many people on Tianlong Mountain know her, even if she has never seen her before.
Her name is Song Wenji, and she is 22 years old.
She is the only righteous daughter of the iron kettle Zhenjun who has no children. In these years, when the iron kettle Zhenjun is angry and angry, she is the only person who can approach the identity of this horrifying figure.
All the people on Longshan know Tiehu Zhenjun is extremely affectionate to this righteous daughter, as if she were her own daughter. Only she was able to soothe Iron Pot Zhenjun a little or two.
"I heard that you are not in a good mood these days, so my daughter came to see you." The gentle woman with a faint and fascinating voice, walked to the throne of the true kettle of iron, With a smile on his face, he didn't avoid anything beside the iron pot Zhenjun, and sat directly next to him on the majestic throne.
Her fair and delicate hands gently held Tiehu Zhenjun's rough and wrinkled arm, smiling and holding it in her arms, shaking it a few times, and laughing, "Yifu, angry, you just Don't be angry. "
Tiehu Zhenjun glanced at her, his eyes slowly softened, and his eyes became a little more pampered. After a while, he reached out and put Song Wenji in his arms. After stroking for a few times, he snorted. "It's all right for you to come. I'm naturally not angry. It's just that the old man was really abominable that day, and it was bad for me."
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