The huge mountains suspended in the sky are not much smaller than the Donghua domain below. They are vast and boundless, with mountains and waters, strange places, secret areas, restricted areas, and traces of the great roads left by countless masters over thousands of years. From ancient times to the present, it has always been shrouded in a rich sea of true energy. It can be called a beautiful place of heaven and earth creation and miraculous craftsmanship.
This is Sandao Mountain, the absolute holy land of Donghua Mingyu, the "residence of gods", mysterious! powerful! ancient!
Qiyan Palace.
The ancestral place of the Jiang family is also an altar. It is said that Emperor Qiyan once stayed here.
You can see from a distance that there are thousands of palaces, eaves and tall roofs, solemn and solemn. The sword energy of the thirteen swords is gathering in the upper sky here, forming a huge aura of thousands of swords coming to suppress the world.
In the middle of Qiyan Palace, there is Qiyan Pool.
It is said to be a "pool", but it is actually a square that stretches for hundreds of miles, but is slightly concave. It is said that Emperor Qiyan sat here for eight thousand years, and the huge mountain range sank as a whole, forming a The bowl-shaped Emperor Daoyun Pond.
The warrior sits cross-legged inside, feeling peaceful and able to travel around the world.
At this moment, in the pool covered with unknown avenue patterns and spectacular statues of strange horses, there are seven to eight thousand people sitting cross-legged. Everyone is just sitting cross-legged quietly. The grand aura is also vaguely related to the "Ten Thousand Swords" in the sky. Come to court." The swords and the sea of intentions complement each other.
In the clouds at the top, seventeen supreme beings sit cross-legged——
Qingyang, Juegui, Bai Sinian, Jiang Feixu, Zhao Qing, Yingzhen, Ji Xuanming, Ye Zai, Jiang Douhuan, Ying Wuduan, Jiang Taixu, Zhao Lixia, Gui Lingzi, Liu Xianzi and others.
Below, there are hundreds of powerful half-step supremes, era monsters, and bottleneck masters of the sea of suffering, such as Su Zhan of the Bauhinia Holy Land, Jiang Doujia of the Jiang family, princes of various races of foreign races, and others.
Below, there are Seven Emperors, Ji Song, Ye Feiying, Peacock King, Jue Wu Shen, Li Shenqi, Murong Jingfeng, Ji Fengyu and others.
On the stone steps at the bottom are the five families of Sandao Mountain, such as Jiang Wen of the Jiang family, the elders of the foreign races, and the largest number of masters above the Saint King level in the entire Donghua Mingyu!
This scene can be said to be the most powerful force sweeping across Donghua!
This powerful lineup can destroy mountains and seas with a snap of the finger, and make the sky fall with a wave of the palm!
Here, there are people with extraordinary talents, geniuses with profound cultivation, beauties who have conquered the country, unparalleled young masters, evil men with evil thoughts,
all kinds and extremely complicated. The outside world can be called an ancestor!
The only reason why we gather here is because of the milky white and striped ten-foot-sized egg in the middle of Qiyan Pond!
At this time, the egg was emitting a faint light. It was hard to tell what kind of light it was. It was mysterious and mysterious.
"Please invite Yuan Qishan casual cultivators, Bai Muyuan, Jiang Zhuer, He Ling... to understand the fairy eggs!"
In the distance, in the mid-air, there is a master of the Jiang family, following the ancestor's decree, holding a list and singing and drinking .
Immediately, dozens of people stood up, held their hands in salute, and jumped into the field.
In fact, this matter has been going on for a day.
No one can understand this fairy egg so far!
The scene is very boring, but it is also very solemn. It is about immortals, and it is also about the honor, disgrace, life and death of the Donghua region!
......
"Ah——"
Jiang Nuying opened her lips and yawned. With her cultivation level, she could do such a common thing as yawning. Human physiological reaction, but she just wanted to yawn inexplicably.
As a result, his father Jiang Wuxie, who was not far away, glared at him fiercely, so he had to quickly look at his nose, nose and heart.
Jiang Yuwei asked in a low voice: "Nvying, are you sleepy?"
"How can I be sleepy?" Jiang Nuying looked at her doubtfully, "I only feel sleepy when I have palpitations, fear, and fright. Yawning, like...something bad is going to happen! My hunch is always accurate!"
"It must be this fairy egg, right?"
Jiang Yuwei said.
Jiang Nuying nodded hesitantly: "Maybe...?"
Jiang Yuwei also showed a trace of unknown fear on her face, and comforted herself: "It doesn't matter, there are so many people here, and there are so many ancestors in the sky who are highly cultivated, no matter how strange this fairy egg is, it can't do any harm!"
As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Guiyi behind her who had been in a daze.
Mrs. Ji Jiuwei went crazy, completely crazy, and was trapped in the cold palace by Uncle Jiang Wen. She was very pitiful. The Jiang family has strict rules, and there is nothing that Aunt Jiang Guiyi can do.
As if aware of her gaze, Jiang Guiyi raised his head and said to his father: "Jiang Wen, let me ask you again, after this incident, is it okay for me to take my mother away?"< br>
"You rebellious girl, I told you not to call your father by his first name, and you want to take your mother away..."
A trace of ferocity appeared on Jiang Wen's face, "Even if I chop this bitch into eighteen pieces and sell her to a brothel, I won't let you take her away!"
Jiang Guiyi's face was cold: "You really don't look like a father or a husband at all!"
Jiang Wen almost wanted to go berserk: "I finally understand that you, your mother and your evil little brother are from the same family. If it weren't for you, Why am I mediocre now? How come my family doesn’t provide me with resources? You have made me suffer so much!”
Jiang Guiyi looked at him with a trace of pity on his face!
……
"How sure are you?"
"No!"
On the other side, there are five women sitting, all of them are graceful and beautiful beauties. Even if the solemn big man is now Beforehand, young talents and casual cultivators from nearby holy places and caves glanced at him from time to time.
It is Sai Qingzhu who is born with long golden hair, Yam Yao who has blue eyes, Ying Jianying who is as cold as frost, Zhe Feiyan who is heroic and heroic, and Qing Xuan who has bronze skin.
They would not sit together originally, because they have been friends for many years and have been together since the time of the Mirror. They have not seen each other for six or seven hundred years, but they meet by chance.
But when we really got together, we didn’t have much to say. Shan Yao wanted to tell the story of the young master's return several times, but the words came to her lips and she didn't know where to start.
Master... don't you want to see them? Otherwise they should know.
Or Zhe Feiyan suddenly asked: "Where is he?"
The five people were silent.
...
"I have been thinking about Sandao Mountain, looking forward to Sandao Mountain, and finally I am here. It is really a worthwhile trip! Not only did I see this first-class fairyland and holy land in the world, but I also met countless young heroes. It’s so fascinating!”
On the other side sat Taoist Cihang, Ji Zejun and Mo Ruyu from Baixiaolou.
The speaker is Mo Ruyu. She is still small and exquisite, with a superior arrogance and self-confidence in her wisdom. She is already a Saint King and can be called a master. At this time, her eyes are on the young talents around her. He glanced over his body, his interest greatly increased, and he said with a smile: "How do you look at these talented and epoch-making young men?"
The graceful Taoist Cihang flicked his fly whisk and remained silent.
Ji Zejun chuckled and said: "All of them are great talents in the world!"
Her talent is very strange. Originally, there was absolutely no possibility of entering the Holy King. Even if all the resources of ten ancient sects were provided to her, It was impossible, but one day he suddenly became the Holy King, which was very puzzling.
On the other hand, Taoist Cihang was very good to her and always protected her. The two of them were originally incompatible with each other, which was even more strange.
Mo Ruyu said again: "Even if that Xin Zhuo is not dead, I am afraid that compared with these geniuses and monsters, he is just a passerby."
The expressions of Taoist Cihang and Ji Zejun It became very ugly. Taoist Cihang said coldly: "I advise Miss Mo not to stir up trouble!"
Mo Ruyu was stunned: "What do you mean?"
What does it have to do with you?
“Pfft——”
On the other side, Li Shiyin from Yaoguang Holy Land said with a smile: “Senior Cihang, I am afraid that I have known him for a long time. I heard that you met in the Feng Clan in southern Xinjiang, could it be... …”
Taoist Cihang’s face became even more ugly. He folded his palms together and silently recited “Amitabha” and “Master, this disciple is guilty”...
...
"You damn girl..."
Jiang Wen was completely hurt by Jiang Guiyi's expression at this moment, with a cold expression: "I would rather you and your mother go with your That heinous brother is reunited!"
Jiang Guiyi simply stopped looking at him.
Jiang Wen was still going to speak, but his father Jiang Ce suddenly said: "Guiyi, you'd better make amends with your father. Your father is also very bitter about this matter. Without Jiang Yuqing, why would he be here? A downfall? What he said makes sense!”
Jiang Guiyi was silent.
"Speaking of Jiang Yuqing, I am curious. After his death, who got the power of Chu, who is known as the top three combat power in the world?"
On the other side, each of the Jiang family Someone among the pulse masters suddenly asked.
The story of "Early" has been spread throughout Donghua for hundreds of years.
Jiang Ce, Jiang Wen and his son, as well as everyone in this lineage, were silent. That’s right, who could get the original power? What a pity for this baby!
Seeing that they were silent, the masters of the various branches of the Jiang family laughed and said:
"If this son hands over his original power before he dies, he might as well be given the status of a slave of the Jiang family!"
"Although even if this child is alive, he may not be as strong as the legend says. It is not difficult for us to be afraid of defeat, but we cannot deny his ability. Giving him an identity is not an insult!"
"Haha..."
These words! It’s not arrogant, at least they take it for granted that Mrs. Jiang is proud of Mrs. Jiang!
At this moment,
"Boom——"
The mountains shook, and the huge Qiyan Palace and Qiyan Pond visibly shook.
The sea of clouds rolled in the sky, and the vision of "thousands of swords coming to court" was also vaguely chaotic.
A huge, fierce pressure swept over like a tide.
The masters from the Donghua Domain, ranging from the Supreme and the Bottleneck of the Sea of Bitterness to the Three Realms of the Emperor and the Three Holy Realms, were all filled with awe and immediately looked at the fairy egg.
The strange thing is that there is nothing abnormal about the fairy egg.
Not this thing?
What's going on?
While in doubt,
Directly to the east, I saw a huge sea of purple clouds, with a killing force like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and a tyranny that ignored everything, coming quickly like the fearful power of heaven!
Arrived in front of the Jiang family's mountain-protecting formation, the huge sea of purple clouds was unruly and domineering. It hit the formation without any scruples, as if it had hit a mound of earth. Then a figure walked out of it, carrying two people on its back. With a cloth bag and long hair flying around, he is carrying an ancient fairy weapon called Xuanqing Thunder Spear. His momentum is like a rainbow, commanding all directions and is extremely powerful. His aura made the world tremble. A pair of deep eyes looked at everyone in Qiyan Pond from a distance. His expression was as calm as water, and his voice did not contain any emotion. He said word by word:
"Jiang Yuqing, but Please die!”
(End of this chapter)