After the voice, he smiled slightly, and his kind eyes fell on Mo Chen: "Besides, how could he be a general generation to be a disciple of my senior brother Tianjizi."

Hearing this, everyone's heart moved slightly, and all eyes fell on Mo Chen. One of them took a step and said: "If you are the holy son of the temple, how can you have strength without saint power? How is it different from others?"

Obviously, they will not easily recognize a person who came out of nowhere as the saint son. If they want to become the holy master of the temple, he must have the strength to convince them, otherwise, even if they become the saint son, the bottom People will not obey him.

And listening to their words, Mo Chen smiled slightly, his gentle and deep gaze passed over those people, and finally fell on the body of the palace master, saying: "I didn't want to be a saint child, the palace master is still another Choose someone! Now that my master’s kit is delivered, I should say goodbye."

As he said, he bowed his hands and turned around to leave. At this moment, the Lord of the Lord laughed and stopped.

"Wait a minute."

The lord smiled and looked at Mo Chen. After he stopped, he smiled: "You may not understand the meaning of the old man's words just now."

He stood up with a smile, held his hands, and walked slowly down, saying: "The holy son of the temple, it has been empty for many years, your master, my brother, only left to find you, and In addition to shouldering the responsibilities of the saint son, you are also the guardian of Fengxing. You should have already met Fengxing now, right?"

Hearing this, Mo Chen's eyes flickered, turned to look at the Lord, and did not speak.

When other people heard this, their expressions moved slightly, and they were silent for a while, not knowing what they were thinking.

The Hall Master came to Mo Chen, looked at him, and said slowly: "You should have heard about Fengxing. As the guardian of Fengxing, your responsibility is no small thing."

He walked slowly in the hall, step by step to the door of the hall, holding his hand to look at the sky outside, and sighed: "This world will be chaotic, and the emperor and the phoenix will have a great disaster. Once the disaster moves, The Three Realms are in chaos, and the lives are overwhelmed, and the world is like falling into hell."

After a pause, he looked back at Mo Chen, and said, "If you don't inherit the saint son and assume the duties of the saint son, do you want to watch all this happen?"

Mo Chen pursed his lips and was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he asked, "What else needs to be done to take over as the Son of God?"

"Need to enter the holy tower to practice." The temple master said, looking at him: "In there, you need to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, cut off the emotions, and get the Holy Power."

Hearing this, Mo Chen's gaze moved slightly, he slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, said: "If this is the case, let the Lord arrange it!"

The hall master took a deep look at him, then nodded, and said to the old man on the side: "Take the Saint Child to the Saint Child Hall to have a good rest."

"Yes." The old man replied and respectfully saluted Mo Chen, making a gesture of request: "Shengzi, please follow the old man."

"It's hard work." Mo Chen said, and then nodded to the hall master before leaving with the old man.

After Mo Chen left, someone couldn't help but ask: "Hall Master, why is Saint Son the only one for him?"

The hall master looked at the leaving figure and sighed softly: "This is what God's will is."