Chapter 2898

He always felt the mysterious power on the surface of the nothingness eye, which gave him a very familiar feeling.

This sense of familiarity reminded him of Yan Tianwei of the prophet family who owned the divination holy talisman in those days. When Yan Tianwei used the divination holy talisman to predict the prophet and seek good fortune and avoid evil. The smell emitted from his body was a little similar to the smell of mysterious power that had just escaped from the empty eye.

Of course, Yan Tianwei's strength is far from being compared with the nothingness eye, but the essence is somewhat similar, which makes Zhuo Wen think of fate.

Whether it is Yan Tianwei's ability to predict the prophet or the smell of evil and blessing from the eyes of nothingness, it seems to be closely related to fate.

Fate is as like as two peas. It can be said that in this world, everyone's fate is different, and the leaves that are not exactly the same as the world are a principle.

Zhuo Wen showed the color of thinking. The strength of the owner of the nihilistic eye just now should not be very good. Otherwise, it is impossible for Zhuo Wen to hurt the owner of the nihilistic eye with a little thunder.

Zhuo Wen didn't pay much attention, but left the valley with great strides and plundered towards the Juling sect hundreds of miles away.

At the moment, the old man lying on his bed in the hall of the master of the Juling sect suddenly screamed. His eyes actually shed blood and tears, his whole body twitched, and his breath was more bleak, as if it would disappear at any time.

The beautiful woman next to the old man trembled, quickly grabbed the old man's arm and cried, "Grandpa, what's the matter with you? Stop the art of heavenly calculation quickly. Your body can't stand it."

As soon as the beautiful woman finished, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. The blood in his eyes was red. It was very scary.

All the people in the hall held their breath. They knew that when the old man opened his eyes, it represented the end of the art of divine calculation, which meant that the old man had seen who was the next leader of the giant spirit sect.

Although they felt that the old man was in a very wrong state at the moment, they didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, they held their breath and wanted to listen to the old man's next words.

Pooh!

The old man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, clenched the beautiful woman around him and said intermittently: "in the valley hundreds of miles away... There is a young man with two scars on his face... He... He is... Tong..."

As soon as the old man finished saying the word "Tong", his voice suddenly stopped, and then the whole man fell back straightly. His breath completely collapsed, and he fell like this.

"No..."

The beautiful woman lay on the old man and cried bitterly. Her cry was heard all over the hall. As for the people in the hall, they were all lost.

They heard the old man's meaning. The next patriarch was not any of them, but a young man with two scars on his face.

"Miss Ruoyu, don't be too sad. By the way, I'm sorry! You see, the leader didn't say who was the next leader until he died. I think the successor of the leader should be elected by the people of the sect!"

A middle-aged man with sharp eyes came out and said comforting words, but his tone was very strong and didn't mean any comfort.

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, the hall suddenly became silent. People looked at the middle-aged man with fear. It was obvious that the middle-aged man was not a simple generation in the Juling sect.

"Chen Yuanshui, now my grandfather has just died. What do you mean? And did you not hear what my grandfather said before his death? He said that in the valley hundreds of miles away from the sect gate, there was a young man with two scars on his face. That young man was the new leader of our Juling sect."

The woman named Ruoyu regained her cold temperament on her pretty face. She looked at the middle-aged man coldly and spoke very impolitely.

Chen Yuanshui narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "the patriarch just said there was such a young man. He didn't say to let the young man succeed the new patriarch. Miss Ruoyu, you think too much."

"I think that's it. The patriarch has just passed away, and there can't be no owner in the sect for a day. Now let's vote on who is the next patriarch!"

Then Chen Yuanshui's eyes looked around at the people around him. All the monks who came into contact with Chen Yuanshui's eyes were subconsciously bent and submissive.

Chen Yuanshui is second only to the leader in Juling sect in strength. Moreover, Chen Yuanshui has ruthless means and special revenge. Most of those who offend Chen Yuanshui will end up miserable.

In the past, because of the pressure of the old patriarch, Chen Yuanshui acted in a restrained manner.

But now that the old patriarch had just died, Chen Yuanshui immediately began to jump out, and unscrupulous, as if he regarded himself as the head of a patriarch.

"What? Do you look down on me or what?"

Chen Yuanshui's voice became a little chilly. He looked at the people around him and looked very bad.

They were immediately frightened by Chen Yuanshui's words, and immediately agreed that the next leader must be Chen Yuanshui. It is unreasonable not to pass on the position of leader to Chen Yuanshui.

If the rain was so angry that her chest fluctuated violently, she said coldly: "elder Chen, you really have qualifications and strength, but now my grandfather has just died, and the position of patriarch has to wait for the first seven days at least. You are so anxious to elect patriarch now. Don't you pay attention to my grandfather at all?"

Chen Yuanshui's eyes twinkled and nodded: "miss Ruoyu said the same. First bury the old patriarch well. It's really not urgent to choose the patriarch."

"Now you all go out first. I need to settle down with my grandpa!"

If it rains, people bow their hands to Ruoyu and say goodbye. Although Chen Yuanshui frowns slightly and feels uncomfortable with Ruoyu's attitude, he still has to bow his hands to say goodbye.

After everyone left, Ruo Yumei looked firmly at the old man who had closed his eyes and said, "Grandpa, I will help you find the heir you said and help him ascend to the throne of patriarch. I believe your choice must be correct."

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Zhuo Wen looked at the slightly dilapidated city wall in front of him and was speechless. How decadent the giant spirit sect is. He didn't even repair the city wall. Moreover, Zhuo Wen found that there were no arrays around the giant spirit sect. Can't he even afford to hire a master of array?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhuo Wen was speechless.

He didn't care too much. For him, the realm of the great spirit sect was just a passing road. He crossed the great spirit sect and went directly to the boundary.

When Zhuo Wen came to the gate, he was immediately stopped by the guard.

"What do you mean?" Zhuo Wen looked at the two guards who stopped him.

The two guards looked up and down at Zhuo Wen, showing surprise, and immediately said seriously, "brother, please come to elder Chen. I hope you can go there."

Although the two spoke politely, their tone was completely impolite, even with an ordered tone, and there was no room for Zhuo Wen to refuse.