Chapter 901 (1/2)

”I've already chosen it!” Make amorous light ground says.

When this sentence was uttered, the whole heaven and earth sounded a beautiful sound, a golden light covered the altar, and the omen of sanctification finally came.

At this time, the people under the altar are ignorant.

The omen of sanctification is finally coming. However, there are three people on the altar. Who is the saint?

Tang poetry rhyme and Zhang Jinghong did not appear the omen of sanctification after they ascended the altar for half a day. Is it said that the one who became saint should be the one who went up from behind?

But what is the origin of this one that goes up from the back? This is not the person of Haoran Zhengqi sect at all? Why can you become a saint?

Everyone looked at Ling Youyi and others, even those disciples of Tang poetry rhyme.

They are very clear. From the very beginning, this person is very clear about the rules of Haoran Zhengqi sect.

Moreover, he also knows countless truth. Such a person should be qualified to become a saint?

However, since you are qualified to be a saint, why not come to Haoran Zhengqi sect earlier?

”Don't look at it. My father can't be holy.” Make friendly smile way.

They all knew that if their father wanted to become a saint, he would not come to help Tang poetry rhyme. Since he came to help Tang Shi Yun, his father could not become a saint.

Moreover, the path of sanctification is not the path of their father.

”But why did your father go up to the altar? Can it touch the chance of sanctification? ” Others asked in doubt.

”We don't know that!” Make the friendly shake his head.

They really don't know exactly what's going on. Anyway, the situation must have changed.

Mingzhu said excitedly, ”it should be my mother becoming a saint... Since father-in-law is not sanctified, he should help my mother.”

Being friendly also nods with a smile. In fact, they all think so.

However, the next scene, but let everyone stay.

On the altar, the book of Haoran Zhengqi in the hands of Tang Shiyun flew up, and the endless book of Haoran Zhengqi was poured into it.

At this time, a seemingly illusory Haoran Zhengqi book became a physical book under the immeasurable Haoran Zhengqi.

Haoran's book of healthy qi is full of golden light, which is not ordinary.

All these should be the omen of sanctification, and those who belong to the Tang poetry are already cheering.

Zhang Jinghong, on the other hand, looks depressed.

Their teachers, who had already reached the altar, did not expect to lose the chance of finally becoming a saint.

Don't say it's someone else. Even Zhang Jinghong has a slight regret on his face.

Yes, his reason has reached the standard of sanctification, but he lacks a little chance.

It was this chance that he could not become a saint.

He bowed, ready to congratulate Tang poetry.

However, just as he bowed down and had no time to speak, he found that the rhyme of Tang poetry became lighter.

Although the rhyme of Tang poetry is still standing on the altar, it becomes ethereal.

Tang poetry, however, with a smile, as if there is no sense.

Zhang Jinghong couldn't help being stunned.

He straightened up and looked at the rhyme of Tang poetry carefully. He found that there was no mistake in his reading. The rhyme of Tang poetry was gradually fading, and even was turning into nothingness.

”Change the way!” Zhang Jinghong exclaimed.

At any rate, he was also a sage who understood the truth of sages. When he saw the expression of the rhyme of Tang poetry, he knew what had happened.