The holy mountain, the three generations of holy lords stood in front of the temple, described as withered, more old than three months ago, his eyes were a little cloudy, the skin on his face was mottled like withered bark, the three generations of holy lords sighed, stretched out his hand, his nails were already blackened, inch by inch peeled off, flesh and blood blurred.

Between the eyebrows, there was a little black qi that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and the three generations of holy masters knew that they had reached the time limit, and the oil was exhausted, and they could no longer protect the holy mountain and Yecheng.

"It's time."

The three generations of holy lords sighed, stretched out their hands and slowly touched the statue carved from stone, the gods are immortal, but people will be immortal after all, with their own strength, carrying the great power of the gods, the three generations of holy lords have reached their limits, and now it is time to hand over this responsibility of protecting sentient beings to others.

If possible, the three generations of holy lords would rather hold on all the time, not for power and glory, but just for the sake of not wanting them to face those families, those cannibalistic families, those families who want to break their faith so quickly.

Thinking of this, the three generations of holy lords couldn't help but raise their heads, looked at the faces of the gods, and guessed whether the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord God was watching everything here.

He had thought more than once that if the Lord God could really manifest his spirit, the four great families might not dare to offend at all.

The three generations of holy masters shook their heads, knowing that they were really dying, I was invincible a year ago, and now I blame the gods, it's really ugly to think about it.

"Holy Lord, it's time. All the mountain guards have returned. ”

Three generations of holy lords have come back to their senses from their boundless reverie. Nodding, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Are they all back? I know. ”

As he spoke, the three generations of holy masters slowly walked out of the temple, and as far as their eyes passed, they could see familiar faces, with the smell of iron and blood that had not faded, standing resolutely and resolutely outside the temple.

The three generations of holy lords sighed.

"It's not a glorious position. Have you all figured it out? ”

No one answered, but everyone's determined gaze told the three generations of holy lords. They're all ready, and no one is going to back down. The three generations of Holy Lords nodded.

"Good. Very good. In that case, I won't say much more. ”

As he spoke, the three generations of holy lords stretched out their hands and pointed to their chests, and a light suddenly flew out of their chests, which was a ray of brilliance from the fragments of the godhead, and it would make its own choice to choose the next generation of temple masters among these mountain guards.

The brilliance was faint, but with a slight chill, passing through everyone's hearts, Tang San snorted. The brilliance was piercing, and there was some sharp pain, but Tang San's face didn't change, he just looked at the brilliance that flew away again. There is only one thought in my heart, that person must be myself.

The light passed through the heart of every mountain keeper. Falling again in mid-air, flickering, it was divided into three paths, and fell into three people, it was like being burned by a soldering iron in an instant, Tang San slowly raised his hand, and saw that a circle symbol had appeared in his palm, and immediately knew that he had done it after all, and became one of the three candidates.

"The gods have chosen the master, and those who have the seal of the gods, stand up."

The three generations of Holy Lords slowly spoke, and saw a man dressed as a scholar step out, his eyes unconsciously a little complicated.

"Little brother."

The three generations of Holy Lords spoke softly, he didn't expect that a year later, among the people chosen by the gods, there would be the younger brother of the year.

The scholar-like man laughed.

"Big brother. This is my glory. ”

Those mountain guards who were not selected all sighed, where is this glory, the sin will not disappear, the Holy Lord is always the one who is at the forefront of resistance, and the pressure is also the greatest, without him in front of him to resist all the ghosts and ghosts, an arrogant demon like Tang San would have been united and killed.

The identity of the Lord of the Temple, as can be seen from what happened to the first, second, and third generations, is not glory, but responsibility, the responsibility to die generously knowing that he will die. The matter has come to this point, the general trend has been fierce, this holy mountain, this mountain guard, I don't know how many generations will go forward and succeed, in order to give the pure land in Zheng Long's mouth, for the sinless Garden of Eden, and sacrifice nameless.

Another person walked out in this faint and sad atmosphere, it was a middle-aged man, three generations of holy lords also knew each other, knowing that this person was rescued from the mountain by a generation of holy lords, and had stayed here, obscure, never revealed in front of people, and the land was nameless, but a year later, he became one of the hosts chosen by the gods, and it is conceivable that this year, he definitely did not waste half of his time.

As for the last person, the gaze of the three generations of Holy Lords became a little solemn, and the others also sighed. Tang San didn't speak, just took a step slowly, fighting side by side with the other two.

"Tang San."

The three generations of Holy Lords spoke softly.

"Stand down. You're still young, and you'll fight again next time, okay? ”

The other two also nodded.

"Not bad. Tang San, you still have a great time to cultivate, don't be in a hurry, this time, don't fight with us. ”

Tang San didn't refute, nor did he get angry, he just quietly bowed to the three generations of holy masters.

"Holy Lord, please follow the Demon Slaying Order."