The night sky was dotted with bright and clear stars, everything was silent, and a gust of cold wind blew by, startling a few mountain birds.
The square in front of the hall looks very strange today, with lights and festoons, and colorful flags fluttering. Taoist priests big and small came and went in brand new Taoist robes. At the entrance of the square in front of Xuhuang Palace, several gray-haired old Taoist priests stood silently. Among the characters, the one with the weakest cultivation base is also in the early stage of Mahayana, and the leader is Xuanzhi's eldest disciple, Mingzhen Daoist, the master of Shushan.
There was a strong evil wind between heaven and earth, a black cloud flew over Shu Mountain, thunder rumbled in the black cloud, lightning flashed, full of power and power, even if it was as strong as Mingzhen for a while, he dared not look directly at it.
"Who is here? Have you ever received an invitation from my ancestors?" a Supreme Elder shouted.
"Old Wang Ao Shun of the East China Sea, come to Shushan to attend the meeting." The shout was like thunder, and the Shushan Mountain trembled twice.
"Excuse me, please come inside, the ancestor is already waiting in the hall." Ming Zhen took a step forward and bowed to salute.
Thousands of rainbow lights shoot out from the clouds, and a ladder of five colors arrives in front of Mingzhen and the others. An old man wearing a purple dragon crown and purple dragon robe walks down from the clouds. The old man has two horns on his head and a burly figure. , every step is accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, it seems to be connected to the void, and its momentum is even stronger than that of the foggy dragon in the back mountain.
Behind the purple-clothed dragon king was a hunchbacked old man in a gray robe, with long-lived eyebrows hanging out of the corners of his eyes, and his back was raised high. He looked like a disabled person with a birth defect, but he could be escorted by a virtual fairy, and his cultivation base must be high It's terrifying, this is a great king of the East China Sea Aquarium - Saint Xuangui.
The purple-clothed Dragon King looked at Xuhuang Palace, and frowned: "Why is there only the aura of Guahuang, where is Chongxu?"
"Reporting to His Majesty the Dragon King, Patriarch Chongxu ascended to the heavens thousands of years ago." Ming Zhen replied respectfully.
The purple-clothed dragon king sighed after hearing the words: "I didn't expect him to succeed. It seems that too many things have happened to me in the past few years."
"Let's go." The purple-clothed dragon king said to the turtle sage, then turned his head and said to Leiyun, "wait here and help Shushan guard the mountain gate. If anyone comes to make trouble, they will be killed without mercy."
"Obey!" The black cloud billowed, and the black air dissipated slightly, revealing the scene in the black cloud, a strangely shaped aquarium standing on a huge shuttle, the carapace was shining, and the cold light of the giant pincers was breathtaking. His body is the best magic weapon flying sword, and these are all powerful aquarium monster generals of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
The meridian of the monster race is completely different from that of the human race. The monster race used a set of cultivation systems when they were not in shape, and then entered the human race warrior cultivation system after transformation. Because the race of the monster race is complex, each has its own set, and the division of the system has been debated for thousands of years. , divided into first-level, second-level, third-level, lord, quasi-legendary, legendary, and semi-immortal beast. And this system was shamelessly stolen by newly emerged supernatural beings just because it was not targeted.
To make an analogy, if the Xuangui Saint had no transformation form, he would be called the legendary Xuangui Daxie.
This shuttle-shaped magic weapon is called the Cangming Xuanguang Five-Air Shuttle, which is ranked eighth. It can fly up and down the world, escape from the ground, attack and defend, and it is even rarer than the ninth-level flying sword.
"Hey, big reptile, you are still so shameless after not seeing you for thousands of years. How dare a dragon call itself a dragon?"
A golden chariot galloped from the sky, ten golden heavenly horses galloped, and three ten-foot-tall golden armored gods drove to the top of the main peak of Shushan Mountain. The golden heavenly horses neighed and stopped firmly in the air.
A gust of evil wind swept across, like a blizzard, when the snow cleared, dozens of wolf monsters with distinctive armor appeared at the entrance of the square. The Supreme Elder behind him. The captain of the wolf guard headed by him is even at the level of a demon saint, so strong and terrifying.
A handsome man in white clothes stood in front of the team and said with a light smile, "Donghai Jiaowang, are you safe? Do you miss your old friend?"
"This junior pays homage to Senior Demon King of Daxue Mountain." Ming Zhen hurriedly saluted when he saw the person coming.
"Hmph!" The purple-clothed Dragon King snorted coldly, "Which gust of wind brought the wild dogs here."
The monsters of the water tribe on the Cangming Xuanguang five-air shuttle are even more mobilizing magic weapons, and the thunder light shining on the body of the shuttle is about to blast down the Taoism.
The golden-armored god-man was not a vegetarian either, he waved a golden hammer and golden halberd tens of feet in front of the Cangming Xuanguang five-air shuttle.
"Hey, old friend, you still have the same temper as before!" The man in white didn't seem to care, his clothes fluttered like a celestial immortal. The temperature between the sky and the earth dropped sharply, the rivers turned into snow, the waterfalls turned into ice, and a thick layer of frost formed on Shushan Mountain.
This is obviously going to be shot.omen.
"Wild dog, I am still afraid that you will fail?" The purple-clothed dragon king sneered, thunder clouds were densely covered for dozens of miles around, and thunder clouds gathered on his body.
"Two, two patriarchs, please don't do anything. The ancestor of the Gua Emperor is already waiting in the palace." Mingzhen was sweating coldly on his forehead.
"Hmph, let's save face for Xu Xian, let's go." The man in white flicked his sleeves and led the wolf sage into the square.
"A mad dog." The Purple Clothed Dragon King snorted coldly, and walked in with the Turtle Saint.
Dozens of demon wolf guards returned to the golden chariot and confronted the demons in the Dragon Palace. This conference can only be attended by celestial masters and saints, and they are not qualified enough.
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"Tibetan sage Zhuomu Qiangba has arrived."
"The Celestial Master Qinggang, a casual cultivator of the human race, is here."
"The former Western missionary Master Tom and the American Master John came to the meeting."
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In just one hour, dozens of celestial master saint-level strongmen arrived, many of whom were foreign faces, such as Tom celestial master, who was originally here to promote Catholicism, saw the profoundness of Chinese culture, broke up with his benevolent father, and paid homage to him. Cultivation school, the achievement of heavenly master.
The Spirit Gathering Array has already been half-opened, and the golden barrier blocked the endless holy power. The hundreds of thousands of people waiting for apprentices on the front mountain stared blankly at the powerful aura. So many celestial masters and saints have arrived. Want to fight evil?
A group of five-color auspicious clouds slowly flew over, and the aura it emitted was completely different from those of the celestial masters and saints. This is another ancestor of the virtual immortal level descending.
The five-color auspicious cloud slowly fell to the ground, and two old men stepped down from it, the leader of whom was a man with broad eyes and wide eyes, dressed in a blue robe. The breath of the person behind him was erratic, like a breeze.
"It turns out that it's Patriarch Sixiang, Senior Fengsheng, and Patriarch Guahuang are already waiting in the hall, please come in quickly." Mingzhen stepped forward and saluted hurriedly.
"Plop! Plop!"
Ming Zhen and the group of elders welcoming guests behind him suddenly fell to their knees, they were sweating coldly under the pressure of Xu Xian, and they couldn't raise their heads for a while.
The blue-robed old man overwhelmed a group of Mahayana powerhouses with just a hint of coercion.
"Old Ancestor, what do you mean?" Ming Zhen said with difficulty.
"Then let me ask you, do you have a disciple named Hao Yi in Shushan?" the blue-robed old man asked proudly.
"Oh, oh, that's my junior brother who didn't live up to expectations. He went down to the mountain to practice a few days ago, but he offended the ancestor?" Mingzhen felt the pressure suddenly increased and it was difficult to speak.
"That's good." The blue-robed old man said, "A few days ago, he collaborated with a casual cultivator to kill a disciple of the Starry Realm in the Tianyi Sixiang Pavilion, and severely injured a disciple of the Supernatural Power Realm. Now I came here specially Master Xing asked the crime."
Mingxin groaned inwardly, this Sixiang patriarch is notoriously small-bellied, flaws must be reported, Haoyi has just started to practice, and now it is unknown if he has not reached the foundation building, where did he kill Fanxing and seriously injure his supernatural powers? It was clearly the ancestor of Sixiang who came to find fault. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com