Chapter 508 Open two cities in a row, Seven Sons Conference! (9K, add 1K)
Shen Yi did not do this on a whim.
After seeing with his own eyes that the so-called birth calamity actually broke out of the shell in a literal sense, he also had a rough guess about the following calamities.
After Longhan City, it is the turn of Chiming City, which is connected with the former's "sheng". This second city represents "old".
Life will not burst out endlessly, there will always be peaks and valleys, and then it will decline all the way into endless darkness.
Death is certainly terrifying, but the feeling of watching oneself weaken little by little, like a dull knife cutting flesh, is also an unbearable torture.
As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old bastard is worth a thousand-year-old turtle.
Shen Yi always felt that Wu Jun, a member of the golden-patterned turtle demon clan, might be quite suitable to experience this calamity.
Of course, there is another reason besides this.
That is, in Nanhong, there are really not many demons who are as talented and capable as Ke Shisan.
Its cultivation level is low just because of its young age.
In terms of background, Nanlong Palace belongs to most of the owners in Nanhong. Ke Xuanjian is one of the only thirteen dragon grandsons in this top power.
Thirteen may sound like a lot.
But it is important to know that there are seven Nanhong disciples at the same level. Just Dao disciples, there are seven. Plus the direct disciples of the major elders, this number is likely to exceed a hundred.
In comparison, the gold content of Ke Shisan, the grandson of the dragon, is so high that it is a bit scary. It can be said that among the younger generation, there are no more than twenty people with backgrounds that can surpass him. Counting the human race and the demon race, there are no more than twenty.
In terms of bloodline, the opponent not only has the inheritance of the Yellow Evil Poison Dragon, but also possesses the magical power of the Purple Pearl Clam Demon, who is also a member of a wealthy family in the water.
What's more, it is also extremely intelligent.
In addition, Zhenshi cannot be repeated, so Nanlong Palace must be excluded.
It is not an easy task to find another demon similar to it to open the city.
Among the short ones, Wu Jun... is actually quite good.
After all, the golden-patterned turtle demon clan can be regarded as the backbone force of Nanhong.
[Remaining demon lifespan: 1.75 million years]
Shen Yi's breathing stagnated slightly, as if she suddenly came back from a lavish act of spending a lot of money and found that there was not much money left in her bag.
If I remember correctly, just before the road to the sky, this string of numbers still started with eight.
In addition to opening Baiyujing Immortal City, he actually wanted to make up for the shortcomings of his skills.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi waved her hand feebly: "Go."
"Wujun obeys your order!"
The golden-patterned turtle demon took a deep breath, and took a deep look at the huge yellow dragon statue with a domineering appearance. Finally, he mustered up the courage to head towards the second Crimson Bright City.
When he stepped under the Immortal City, the writing on the plaque flickered, as if soaked by water waves, revealing the true appearance of the North Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.
The vermilion door quickly turned into black.
In the quietly unfolding gap, the light changed rapidly, changing from milky white to rich purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Which monk who can ascend to Bai Yujing was not a famous genius in his youth.
But when they face such a situation, even their Taoist hearts, which are as smooth as ancient wells, will become nervous unconsciously, even to the point where they even hold their breath subconsciously.
The subtle changes in the light in the door may very well determine whether what is taken out is an ordinary spiritual weapon or a Hongmeng heavenly weapon that shocks all living beings.
However, for Shen Yi, going from white light to green energy and then to purple meaning is so natural and natural.
Even though the purple energy was so intense that it almost turned into substance, there was still a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
The entire eleventh floor of the Heavenly Palace, plus the gift from Senior Xuan Qing, should never stop here.
Sure enough, that familiar golden color jumped into sight again, even thicker than before.
The Immeasurable Demon Palace, which was built with Taoist pillars that far exceeded the quality of others, had feedback after all.
"Pity."
Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly, even if his background was solid enough and with the help of senior Xuan Qing, he could only make this purple energy mixed with a ray of golden light.
But he doesn't regret like Xuan Qing, why he didn't walk slower and more steadily in the first place.
Because Shen Yi knew very well that every step he took, he had tried his best.
If he had accepted the last gift from Xuan Qing, it might have helped Kaicheng take a step forward, but that was not something he wanted to see.
Not to mention Wu Jun's bloodline talent.
Adding to the difficulty, Shen Yi suspected that even if he lost everything, he might not be able to survive the disaster successfully.
Watching Wu Jun tremblingly step into Chiming City.
Changes similar to those before appeared again in Shen Yi's mind.
It is also between the blue waves, but the difference is that there is an extra reef. The golden turtle demon is lying lazily on the edge of the stone beach, as if its entire body has lost its vitality.
This had just begun, and a trace of panic appeared in Wu Jun's eyes.
It found that the demonic body it was most proud of seemed to have been taken away by invisible hands in an instant, and it became extremely difficult to even move its limbs, let alone cross mountains and seas.
"My lord..."
It instinctively had the intention to retreat.
Shen Yi raised her eyebrows slightly, sensing something strange, but unfortunately she couldn't do anything to help him.
Although Wu Jun had enjoyed the gift of the demon's origin, while that thing was torturing it, it was also helping it become stronger. This was completely different from the current situation where he felt himself getting weaker but could do nothing.
What is truly terrifying is not the passage of time, but the helpless despair.
The demon longevity in the panel is quickly decreasing.
Correspondingly, Wu Jun's body gradually grew larger. The gilded heavy shell was gradually washed away by the wind and sand, becoming rougher and rougher. Rocks were piled on top of it, and the thick limbs swelled to the point where the reef could no longer accommodate it. .
Until it became an island in its own right.
The rough skin was no different from the surface of stone, and the aura was so weak that it could not be detected. The cloudy eyes were already occupied by the aura of twilight.
"My lord, it may not come out."
The throne in the East Hall of Ten Thousand Demons became empty at some point. Ke Shisan's appearance and demeanor have completely changed from before, and his strength is even different.
Although it is far from the Hedao realm, the sense of oppression it gives Shen Yi is no less than those of those Taoists, and may even be better.
It walked slowly behind its master, but the awe in its eyes remained unchanged, even stronger than before.
"Look again."
Shen Yi glanced at the demon Shouyuan, who only had a little over a million years left, and felt quite calm.
In fact, as long as Wu Jun can come out, it's not a big loss.
After all, these demon Shouyuan actually improved Zhenshi's strength and were not wasted.
"..."
Ke Shisan could also detect the changes in Wu Jun at this moment.
Although it doesn't like this smooth-talking flatterer, it still hopes that the other party can get through it. However, it seems that the chance is slim at present.
Wu Jun has obviously sunk into the tribulation of his heart.
I simply don’t have the willpower to see aging.
On its own, it was just a demon that had returned to the tenth level, and its character was not that good. It was only normal that it could not survive.
The reason why it hasn't failed yet is because Shen Yi hasn't cut off the supply of demon Shou Yuan.
The floating island turned into a beetle was actually no different from a dead thing.
"call."
Shen Yi pursed her lips slightly.
Faced with such a catastrophe, if there is any chance of turning around, it would be a glimmer of inspiration that occasionally emerges from this turtle demon's endless sinking.
But even if it wakes up a little, how can it seize this fleeting inspiration? If it misses it, it will fall into it again, waiting to meet again in an unknown number of years.
Life span will eventually come to an end... Fortunately, the demon's life span did not.
Shen Yi raised her eyes again, he said, nothing else, this thing is enough.
The vast demon Shouyuan poured into Wu Jun's body again.
When time stretches to a terrifying level, rare inspirations become so frequent.
"Roar--"
No matter how many opportunities were missed, the "floating island" suddenly started to tremble.
It's like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
Dense mountain forests collapsed, boulders rolled down, and huge waves were set off in the water. The thick turtle shell had long lost its gilded brilliance and became cluttered. But when the golden patterns reappeared, all the filth was shaken away, and finally it appeared. The black-gold brilliance below.
The sleeping old turtle finally raised his head and let out a hoarse but long growl.
At the same time, all the torture he had endured for hundreds of thousands of years was reflected back on Shen Yi, the master of the palace.
His tall figure suddenly stooped.
Raging fatigue poured into all limbs, as if he could not even lift his fingertips.
Under the slightly swaying hair, the fair face is still young and handsome, but the eyes are filled with the aura of twilight.
In an instant, the gate of Scarlet Bright Immortal City suddenly opened.
The rich purple energy rushed in like a long dragon, penetrated Shen Yi's body, and gathered between his limbs to form a set of close-fitting black light black armor, which fit closely with the joints and lifted up his fallen body again.
The golden light in the purple air swept away and turned into a jade crown with hair.
"Hoo..."
Shen Yi stood on the cloud with the golden ink knife, staggering to steady her body.
A little helplessness flashed across his clear eyes.
The demon's longevity is spent, and he has to suffer the consequences in the end.
When the light on the black armor faded away and the gate of the Scarlet Bright Immortal City was about to close, another figure that covered the sky and the sun flew out and landed on the throne of the North Hall.
[North Hall Master: Golden Turtle Wu Jun]
[Remaining demon lifespan: 820,000 years]
He is also half-human and half-turtle, with deep eyebrows. He is also overlooking the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, and his aura is no weaker than that of Ke Shisan, the grandson of the dragon.
Shen Yi glanced at it silently.
Yes, he ate his millions of years of life alive.
But...is this considered opening two cities in a row?
Shen Yi waved his hand casually, and Mo Dao and Xuan Jia disintegrated into smoke and quickly poured back into the two fairy cities.
He had no intention of slashing the armor with his sword.
At the level of the Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers, it would be difficult to test their upper limit without fighting to the death.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi closed his eyes and pulled his soul out of the Infinite Demon Emperor. In an instant, it turned into that scarlet look again.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his body and was looking at the sky.
Fingertips lightly brushed between the eyebrows.
The gorgeous purple rainbow bridge quickly returned to the sea of consciousness and transformed into the twelve-story Infinite Demon Palace again.
It was at this moment that Shen Yi finally realized the changes after ascending to heaven.
The aura all over his body surged, and the scarlet demonic power rose into the sky uncontrollably, clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, melting away the shadow of the fairy city.
Even if the Dao soldiers are not counted, Bai Yujing itself is different from the Return to the Void Realm.
This is also the reason why Red-Eyed Xuanfeng has been deliberately suppressed in the twelfth level of Void Return for so many years in Tianjian Sect. Only by reaching this level can he truly have the strength to stir up troubles.
This time, not only did he successfully ascend to Bai Yujing, but also opened the two cities of Longhan and Chiming, and also gained two powerful holding stones occupying the throne.
Only in this way did he feel slightly better after spending so much demon life.
After all, the bulk of the expenditure is still on the construction of the five sub-halls of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. The three subsequent large cities cannot be opened for the time being, but they will have to be used sooner or later.
"..."
Shen Yi held her palm slightly, feeling this strange power.
He looked sideways into the distance.
This breakthrough took far longer than he expected, and it seemed that it was too late.
It's time to go back.
…
Nanhong Seven Sons was much more lively than usual.
Various magic weapons passed by from the sky, and there were many familiar faces with high reputations among them, which made the disciples of the Immortal Sect stop with a little curiosity.
In the water, on land, in caves or in mountains.
It is rare for any well-known force to receive an invitation from the largest human force in Nanhong.
The Seven Sons Conference can be said to be the most important event in the entire Nanhong.
Every time it is opened, it will almost determine the direction of the situation on this land and water for thousands of years.
Just because behind that invitation, there were six giants of the Hedao Realm who were all in the same spirit. When they joined forces, even Nanlong Palace had to retreat temporarily.
"Is there a seventh one now?"
A powerful monk from the deep mountains and old forests asked the person next to him out of curiosity.
After a long period of time, most monks have acquiesced in the slightly strange fact that there are only six of the seven sons of Nanhong.
"It's not convenient to say."
The plump and plump fat man shook his head with a smile, his eyes showing some complexity.
He actually has some gossip.
However, it is difficult for monks like them to understand that such a precious Hedao treasure land would be left to a native of the treasure land because of the promise made back then.
Although I also heard that the indigenous leader had some strength and talent.
But after all, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.
And no matter what... they don't think anything is more important than having another giant in the Hedao realm, even if the young sect leader's talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times.
That is to say, the Seventh Son of Nanhong had a lot of money and a strong backbone, so they had the confidence to make such a sick decision in the eyes of others.
What does Hedaojing represent?
Having further voice in Nanhong allows the disciples in the sect to obtain more cultivation resources, and even gain more initiative in negotiations with other Hong forces.
Are you giving up like this now, just to make others think that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are affectionate and righteous?
I don’t know what those six seniors are thinking.
It's crazy.
Of course, thinking about it in his heart, the plump and plump fat man still smiled and stepped into the relief light curtain under the guidance of the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Even if the Seven Sons of Nanhong don't mind being embarrassed, they still have to work hard to save face.
When seeing that junior, he still respectfully calls him the sect master, and he will not lose a piece of flesh on his body.
Just when these monks had different thoughts.
The monks of Nanhong Seven Sons have no idea at all. The only thing they care about now is.
Where did that Sect Leader Shen go? !
Within the Nanyang Sect.
"I'm asking you something, tell me!"
The outer elder of the Alliance Sect slammed the table. Opposite the table, a group of people stood side by side.
The person being questioned was none other than Yan Wencheng of Qingyue Sect.
This highly valued formation genius, who also had a background in the Yan family, curled his lips helplessly at this moment and cast his gaze to the side.
In front of these outer sect elders who have gone crazy.
It was really hard for him to explain that although he and Sect Leader Shen had just left the sect a few months ago, they were not really familiar with each other, and it was impossible to know where the other party was.
"Pay attention to your appearance. Don't tell me it's him. I don't know. There's nothing to be harsh about."
Liu Shiqian frowned and looked over. A rule-abiding person like him would rarely point fingers at people from the Allied Sect.
At this moment, it is obvious that there is some intention to protect the calf. The outer elder took a deep breath and stood up quickly to salute: "Junior understands."
Then he turned around with a splitting headache: "Next one."
Yan Wencheng stepped back slowly, and then Liu Qianyun stepped forward with worry: "Back to the elder, the disciple doesn't know either."
In order to find Shen Yi, the elders of the outer sects of the seven sects summoned all the disciples who were related to Shen Yi.
There is really no solution.
The conference is about to be held to introduce the seventh sect master to the many forces in Nanhong... Now that he is not here, who should they introduce?
This is probably the time when the Nanhong Seventh Monks expect Shen Yi to appear the most.
Putting aside the matter of the Hedao Treasure Land, at least let the conference go smoothly.
"I refused to let go before, but now I give it to him, but he picks it up?!"
Among the sitting elders of the outer sect, someone suddenly cursed angrily.
However, the words have not yet fallen.
Several auras enveloped him at the same time, causing him to fall down from the chair and look around in confusion.
Outside the main hall, Yan Xianqing, who had previously watched his little one being scolded without saying a word and maintaining a respectful posture, temporarily put aside his fear of the Immortal Sect and swept over him coldly.
"..."
Although he is only a vassal force of Nanyang Sect, he is still a Bai Yujing monk after all.
At this moment, the undisguised release of Qi was so shocking that the elders of the outer sect did not dare to express their anger.
Of course, the most important thing is that in addition to the vassals of Nanyang Sect, the two elders Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang who are responsible for handling this matter did not turn towards him, but their eyes instantly became cold.
"Take off your robe and think about your past. I don't want to say it a second time."
Elder Chi Yang waved his sleeves slightly, and the powerful spiritual pressure forced the outer sect elder out of the hall.
"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive."
The two Bai Yujing monks from Yunxiao Pavilion and Xuanhaizhai did not speak. Only Yin Qizhang from Xuanyue City gently pulled them back.
Although they have the realm of Bai Yujing, they are just vassals after all.
In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they may be countless times more important than the outer sect elders, and many matters can be dealt with fairly in private, but it is absolutely impossible to allow them to openly challenge the majesty of the Nanhong Seventh Son.
With the two elders Bai Yujing of the Qingyue Sect sitting in charge, they would naturally punish those who made rude remarks.
Yan Xianqing's actions obviously went too far.
The remaining three didn't quite understand why the other party was so irrational. After all, although they were vassals... they seemed to have never really met the sect leader.
"..."
Yan Xianqing took a deep breath and finally stepped back.
He was probably the only person present who knew the whereabouts of the sect leader, and he was also the one who was most frightened that Shen Yi had not returned yet.
Maybe something really happened.
But Yan Xianqing had no way to ask anyone for help.
The envoy from Nanlong Palace is still waiting outside, just to give the Seven Sons Assembly a face for the time being.
Yan Xianqing didn't know who to believe. He only knew that if he revealed that the massacre of the Shui Tribe was the work of the sect leader, it would bring great disaster to the Nanyang Sect.
Elder Chi Yang's actions obviously alerted the surrounding monks of the Alliance Sect.
The convening of the Seven Sons Conference... also means that the young native is now the true sect master.
The previous outer sect elder was stripped of his robes without even mentioning the three words Sect Master Shen. If he dared to name anyone who offended the authority of the Sect Master, I am afraid that his cultivation would be revoked in a minor way.
The hall suddenly turned into a whispering one.
Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang looked at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes: "..."
In fact, in the eyes of the real sect senior leaders, Shen Yi has long been linked to the disaster of the Shui Tribe. The reason why no one said anything was because at least a person with real power must be qualified to participate in this matter.
There is no similar figure in Nanyang Sect, and the other six sect leaders have no intention of coming forward.
Therefore, the Seventh Son had to wait until Sect Leader Shen came back before making a decision.
The premise is that if you can really come back...
"Senior, please come out."
Yan Xianqing suddenly heard a slightly childish voice coming from behind him. When he looked back, he realized that it was the young monk from the Nanyang Sect... his name seemed to be Li Qingfeng.
Although the other party's cultivation level is low, I heard that he is responsible for the entire Nanyang Sect, so he must be deeply trusted by the sect leader.
"good."
Yan Xianqing quickly followed him out.
Unexpectedly, Qingfeng Li didn't say much, but took him to a secluded area in the inner gate.
The next moment, Yan Xianqing's pupils shrank.
In the forest of flowers, a figure who looked like a withered tree branch stood with his hands behind his back.
Although Senior Xuan Qing's reputation is quite famous, the Yan family is also a vassal of Nanyang Sect after all, so they will not be frightened.
What really surprised him was the old woman opposite Senior Xuan Qing. Her youthful beauty could be vaguely discerned between her eyebrows and eyes. She was smiling at the corner of her lips and leaning on a cane gently.
This seemingly amiable old woman was actually exuding an aura of terror that made Yan Xianqing's eyes split open. Coupled with the recent news he had received, he could easily identify the other party's identity.
A giant in the Hedao realm! Lord Baohua!
"Did you invite me here just to chat?"
The old woman tilted her head slightly. In front of the wooden man, she rarely showed a bit of playfulness, but at the same time, it made people not feel abrupt and weird.
"Just catching up on old times." Xuan Qing's voice was gentle and he looked sideways.
"Yeah?"
The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled even more. Then her eyes flashed a little narrowly: "Since we are reminiscing about old times, what is my name?"
"Um--"
Xuan Qing froze slightly, opened his mouth, and fell into silence.
Fortunately, the old woman didn't mean to embarrass him. She slowly took two steps closer, stood on tiptoes, and gently patted the fallen leaves off her shoulders. Then she stepped back and said softly: "If you need anything, you can come to me anytime. What's the matter?" It's okay...but don't lie to me, okay? Xuan Qing never lies."
Baohua Sect Leader knew that Xuan Qing had no habit of lying to others.
But he chose to lie, indicating that this matter might be serious enough to surprise even Hedao realm monks.
But Baohua Sect Master didn’t ask any more questions and simply agreed.
Xuan Qing took a deep breath and finally said sincerely: "Thank you very much."
"Do it casually, girl, don't get me wrong." Baohua Sect Leader pretended to be indifferent and glanced over, only the smile on his lips remained unchanged, and then sighed: "You were like this when you saved me... So, you also Don't be polite to me."
After her words fell, her figure slowly disappeared from the spot.
"..."
Xuan Qing fell into deep thought again and soon laughed at himself.
Even if the other party reminded him verbally, he really couldn't remember the specific details of that year.
However, Baohua Sect Master was willing to help, which gave him a little more confidence.
Thinking of this, Xuan Qing turned around and walked towards the stunned Yan Xianqing in the distance.
"Confirm for the last time, is it our sect master?"
Li Qingfeng looked at him seriously. Just now in the hall, he had been observing Yan Xianqing's expression until he was sure that the other party knew something about this matter.
"I……"
Yan Xianqing swallowed his throat. He probably guessed why Senior Xuan Qing invited Master Baohua.
This means that if anything happens to Sect Leader Shen, he will step into the water to seek explanation from the Dragon Palace.
He finally breathed out: "It's true. The sect master ordered me to collect information about the water tribes who died this time. He didn't take me with him before entering the water."
Hear this.
Even though Qingfeng Li had already been prepared, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The young man who left the treasured land of Nanyang with them actually had the ability to turn the Dragon Palace upside down in a short period of time!
Even with Qingfeng Li's trust in Shen Yi, he felt the thumping in his chest become more intense at this moment, and his shoulders trembled slightly unconsciously.
"Did he go alone?"
Under such circumstances, Li Qingfeng even forgot to call him the sect master.
Everyone speculated that Sect Master Shen had invited some powerful help, but according to Yan Xianqing, things seemed to be different from what others thought.
"The sect master is actually quite confident... I think we can also have some confidence in him."
Yan Xianqing didn't even believe it when he said this. After all, after doing such a big thing, where in Nanhong could there be a more suitable place to hide from the limelight than Xianzong.
Sect Leader Shen has not returned yet, which actually explains the problem.
But under his gaze.
Xuan Qing tapped his chin lightly: "I believe him."
He turned around and said, "However, I also have to let the people in Nanhong know that he is not alone...even though his methods are somewhat disgraceful."
As he spoke, the self-mockery on Xuan Qing's face became even more intense.
The once unparalleled genius is now reduced to asking for old love from others, asking for the life-saving grace of more than 100,000 years ago, which sounds ridiculous.
But it doesn't matter, there is really no other way.
As long as there is one person from the Nanyang Sect who can stand upright in Hongze Water and Land.
As for these shameless things, just leave them to him.
"I will wait until the Seven Sons Conference is over."
"If you are willing to follow, then come."
Leaving these words behind, Xuan Qing also took steps, and his back disappeared deep into the woods.
"Xian Qing is willing to follow closely and never lose an inch."
Yan Xianqing slowly cupped his hands and raised his eyes to look at the sky, but for some reason, he always felt that with the posture Master Shen was in when he left, he shouldn't need the things prepared by Senior Xuan Qing.
…
The moment when the morning glow fills the air.
In the Nanshui Continent, on the top of the vast mountain, seven white rainbows suddenly appeared across the sky, with runes flashing among them.
White clouds surround Lingyue Mountain, swords hang in the middle of the mountain, the sun and moon alternate, blue waves roll under the peaks, and waves sound!
When they come together, it is an unparalleled and shocking scenery in Nanhong!
On the top where the white rainbows gathered, the warm light beam slowly fell, and then there were changes in the mountains, seas, clouds and mist, with simple long tables and jade futons one by one.
The long steps seem to lead to the clouds, with a large chair at the top.
Look further down.
Under the clouds and mist, green bricks were laid out, forming a huge square.
As a flute sound penetrated the sky.
Countless figures flew out with magic weapons, and the seating arrangements were strict and orderly. There could be no mistakes about where to sit in the late stage of returning to the void, where Bai Yujing should sit, where the elders of the Immortal Sect should sit, and where the guests should be.
As for the ordinary monks, as well as the deacons and disciples of the Immortal Sect, they all gathered on the seemingly endless blue brick square.
They stand neatly.
The identical Immortal Sect robes sway slightly, the difference lies in the patterns on them, Tianjian, Qingyue, Wushuang...each has its own style.
The ones with the highest status were several giants in the Hedao Realm, including the Master of Baohua Sect. They were arranged at the table closest to the top chair. While chatting and laughing, Bai Yujing personally poured wine for them.
The next moment, six phantoms slowly emerged from the sky.
They looked down at the world without showing their true appearance.
But without looking carefully, one can identify their identities just from their vast aura.
The six major Hedao Realm sect masters gathered together!
In normal times, the Seven Sons Conference would have officially begun.
But today, those guests discovered something strange.
After the six sect leaders came forward, they remained silent, causing the entire world to freeze.
Some people who are good at observing words and expressions have discovered something is wrong with the expressions of those Immortal Sect disciples.
After thinking for a moment, almost everyone turned their attention to the cloud chair at the top.
This is a small number of people...
There is a high probability that he is the new Nanyang Sect Master.
Wei Yuanzhou, Su Hongxiu and other six Taoists sat quietly behind the table, with different expressions on their faces.
Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang were isolated on the edge by many elders, and they swept around absentmindedly.
as time flows.
First, it started with the guests in the square, and then even the disciples of the Immortal Sect started to make some commotion.
Someone lowered his voice and said, "No...which force are you from? Are you in the wrong place?"
"From Nanyang Sect."
The young man in the black shirt seemed to be late, and looked around with a little curiosity.
"From the Nanyang Sect? Where are you...didn't anyone inform you? You can't even find your location? Quickly ask the elders of the Qin Sect to take you back." The monk laughed a little dumbly.
"I came a little late and couldn't catch up."
Shen Yi nodded slightly. He had been a wild man since Boyun County and had never participated in any similar Immortal Sect conference.
If it weren't for the really grand and amazing momentum here, he wouldn't even be able to find the place.
"That's all." The tall and thin monk finally laughed out loud and glanced secretly to the side: "Follow me and I will lead you over."
After that, he quietly took up his breath, pushed away the person next to him, and walked to the side with the young man in the black shirt.
At this moment, I don't know if the movement was too big, but gradually someone turned around and stared at him, and then moved out of the way in surprise.
"..."
The tall and thin monk reacted, hurriedly accompanied the smiling face, and whispered: "Help, help."
However, no one responded.
But the whole square spread out like a wave until an extremely wide road opened up in the middle of the square.
The tall and thin monk was completely stunned. He followed over to join in the fun. He had never seen such a battle before.
Until he found that above the clouds, figures gradually stood up, and then arched their hands downwards, including even the high-ranking Seventh Sect Daozi and the elders of Bai Yujing.
"Gudong."
The tall and thin monk's legs suddenly felt weak, but fortunately he was quickly supported by a pair of white hands.
"I think I found it, thank you."
A warm voice came, and the young man in the black shirt nodded politely in thanks, and then took a step forward. A purple rainbow of air spread out under his feet, spanning the sky, directly connecting to the heavenly steps, and did not stop until he was under the chair.
He stepped onto Changhong unhurriedly, and in full view of everyone, climbed up to the clouds step by step, walking in front of everyone, then turned around and sat quietly on the top chair.
He casually touched the armrest.
It is estimated that this was deliberately prepared considering that he did not have the cultivation level of Hedao Realm.
Shen Yi calmed down her mind and looked down with her clear black eyes. Under her slightly rolled up robes, there were all the respectable monks in Nanhong.
At the moment when the long rainbow made of pure purple energy appeared, it was as clear as glass and as dazzling as the sun, seeming to eclipse everything around it.
"..."
All the guests and disciples of the Immortal Sect, including Elder Bai Yujing and many direct descendants, as well as the giants of the Hedao Realm, as well as the six phantoms in the sky, fell into a brief daze.
Is such a transparent heavenly palace really what the world should have?
Amidst the silence of the square.
The next moment, someone didn't know who raised their head, and they seemed to speak in unison.
The disciple leaned down with his sword in hand, the elder of the outer sect lowered his head, and the elder and his disciple once again held their hands.
Like a tide coming from afar, the sound waves gradually gathered together and turned into a voice as loud as a bell.
"I'll wait and see the Nanyang Sect Master!"
(End of chapter)