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"Don't you think that if a strong man like Di Jun doesn't become the Emperor of Heaven, who can become the Emperor of Heaven?"

"You." Nuwa said innocently.

"Gu is not interested in the throne."

They have all been Heavenly Emperors once, and Lin Fan doesn't want to be Heavenly Emperors again.

"Strange, what about them? Have they left long ago?"

"Who is it?" Nuwa noticed that Lin Fan seemed to be looking for someone.

"A few acquaintances." Lin Fan didn't say much.

What Lin Fan was looking for were Sanqing, Zhunti, Jieyin, Zhenyuanzi, Twelve Ancestral Witches and other great masters of later generations.

When he found that they were not there, he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

"No wonder you were the ones who had the last laugh."

"Let's go too." Lin Fan led Fuxi and Nuwa away temporarily.

The palace was left behind him.

Lin Fan turned his head and said something that no one could understand.

"A room full of dead people!"

What a house of dead people.

After Emperor Jun became Emperor of Heaven, only the dead survived in the house.

All kinds of disdain and all kinds of irony will disappear with history.

Di Jun faced the ridicule directly and remained unmoved.

Facing the headless corpse of his beloved wife, he sat quite calmly where the ancestor of the dragon clan, Zhulong, should sit.

Yanling's headless corpse was dragged by him and placed in front of the table, bleeding profusely.

Long Duo from the Dragon Clan came to the wedding banquet, and the Phoenix Clan gave them a lot of space.

At this time, only Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were sitting, which seemed very empty and quite prominent.

Coupled with being swept away by Di Jun's eyes, all the strong men in the palace seemed to have become their courtiers.

For a while, the sound was much less.

But no one did it.

"A bunch of eggless waste, scared by two people." The demon representative sneered, not hiding his disdainful laughter.

"Every one of them looks heroic and powerful, but they are actually strong and capable, vulnerable to a single blow."

"Demon boy, what did you say? Say it again." The quasi-sages were angry.

Is it okay to hit people without slapping them in the face?

They are not afraid, they just don't want to be the first bird.

"Am I wrong?" Mo Luochu, the representative of the Demon Race, asked back, pointing at Di Jun.

"Look, there are only two of them. How many of you? There are no less than three thousand quasi-sages present, but they dare not move. Not to mention the three thousand quasi-sages, it's just you."

Mo Luochu pointed to a quasi-sage, "There are 800 million strong people in the clan alone. Ten quasi-sages can be piled up with 800 million strong people, but they dare not even move."

Amaterasu Zhunsheng, who was pointed out by Mo Luochu, blushed, and then said seriously, "Idiots only fight for the momentary gains and losses, and use their emotions. I'm looking at the future."

"Hehe..." Mo Luochu sneered, and continued to ridicule other quasi-sages.

Point to Di Jun for every sarcasm.

Lin Fan, who returned to the palace, happened to see this scene, and added: "The demons are also dead."

"Senior Lin Fan, what did you say?" Nuwa couldn't hear Lin Fan's voice clearly.

"Senior, you went wrong. Our seat is not there."

Nu Wa pointed to the original seat, but Lin Fan turned a blind eye and walked to the first seat belonging to the master and sat down.

The pig's feet in the wedding banquet are the ancestors of Fenghuang, and the first seat is the seat of the ancestors of Fenghuang.

Seeing Lin Fan sitting in his place, the Phoenix Patriarch's face was as black as carbon.

Nu Wa tugged at Lin Fan's sleeve, signaling Lin Fan to change seats quickly.

Lin Fan shook his head.

Lin Fan would not have changed his seat if Di Jun hadn't been seated in the position of the ancestor of the Dragon Clan.

After Di Jun took his seat, he would look like a courtier of Di Jun if he sat in his original seat.

Although Lin Fan has no interest in being the Emperor of Heaven again, it doesn't mean he wants to be a courtier for others.

"Senior Lin Fan, this is not your seat?" The ancestor of Phoenix resisted the urge to kill Lin Fan.

There was a smile on his face, and the anger in his eyes had already erupted.

If he was sure of getting rid of Lin Fan, he would definitely make a move long ago.

"Gu knows it, but Gu has taken a fancy to it, it's Gu's seat." Lin Fan said rather domineeringly.

"But our ancestor is the groom, and this position is reserved for the groom." The quasi-sage of the Phoenix Clan hurriedly said.

"I'll say it again, sitting alone is the lonely seat. Your ancestor is the groom. Hehe... If you have to have a groom to sit in this seat, then I don't mind marrying your ancestor's fiancée." Lin Fan laughed.

Just at this moment, Wu Zhao, wearing a red turban, walked out.

Through the red scarf, Lin Fan also recognized her as the later Empress Suzaku.

At this time, the female emperor has not yet become an emperor, she is still a phoenix, not a Suzaku.

Lin Fan couldn't figure out why only Empress Suzaku retained his memory in future generations.

As for the other prehistoric bosses, Lin Fan did not even exist in their memories.

He is not in the memory of the existence of the transcendent saint, and he is not in the memory of the six saints.

This is so wrong!