Begin immortality by slaying demons

Shen Yi was not in a whim.

After seeing the so-called birth calamity with his own eyes, which was literally breaking out of the shell and being born, he had a rough guess about the next few calamities.

After Longhan City, it was Chiming City's turn. Connecting with the "birth" of the former, this second city represents "old age".

Vitality will not flourish endlessly. There will always be a peak, and then it will decline all the way, falling into endless darkness.

Death is terrible, but the feeling of watching yourself weaken bit by bit is like a blunt knife cutting meat, which is also an unacceptable torture.

As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old turtle is worth ten thousand years of tortoise.

Shen Yi always felt that Wu Jun, as a member of the golden-patterned turtle monster clan, might be quite suitable for experiencing this calamity.

Of course, there is another reason besides this.

That is, in Nanhong, there are not many monsters whose talents and abilities can be compared with Ke Shisan.

Its low cultivation is just because of its young age.

In terms of background, Nanlong Palace is the master of most of Nanhong, and Ke Xuanjian is one of the only thirteen dragon grandchildren in this top power.

Thirteen may sound like a lot.

But you should know that among the seven sons of Nanhong at the same level, there are seven Daozi alone, and if you add the disciples taught by the elders, this number is likely to exceed a hundred.

In comparison, Ke Shisan, the grandchild of the dragon, is so valuable 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, including both the human race and the demon race.

In terms of bloodline, the other party has the inheritance of the Yellow Evil Poison Dragon and the magical powers of the Purple Pearl Clam Demon, which is also a large aquatic clan.

What's more, it is also very intelligent.

In addition, the Zhenshi cannot be repeated, so Nanlong Palace must be excluded.

It is not easy to find another demon similar to it to open the city.

The tallest among the short ones, Wu Jun... is actually very good.

After all, the Golden Turtle Demon Clan can be regarded as the backbone of Nanhong.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 1.75 million years]

Shen Yi's breathing stagnated slightly, as if he suddenly came back to his senses from a lavish act of spending a lot of money, and found that there was not much money left in his bag.

If I remember correctly, just before climbing the sky road, this string of numbers still started with eight.

In addition to opening the Baiyujing Immortal City, he actually wanted to supplement his lack of skills.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi waved his hand somewhat weakly: "Go."

"Wu Jun obeys!"

The Golden Turtle Demon took a deep breath, and took a deep look at the huge and domineering yellow dragon statue. Finally, he mustered up the courage and rushed towards the second Chiming City.

When he stepped under the immortal city, the words on the plaque flickered, as if stained by water waves, showing the true appearance of the Wan Yao North Hall.

The vermilion gate quickly turned black.

In the gap that quietly opened, the light changed rapidly, from milky white to rich purple air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Which cultivator who could ascend to Baiyujing was not a famous genius in his youth.

But when they faced such a situation, even the calm Dao heart would unconsciously become nervous, and even hold their breath subconsciously.

The subtle changes in the Dao light in the door may determine whether it is an ordinary spiritual weapon or a primordial heavenly weapon that shocks all living beings.

However, for Shen Yi, it is so natural and natural to go from white light to green air, and then to purple.

Even if the purple air is so rich that it is almost turned into substance, there is still a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The whole eleven layers of the Heavenly Palace, plus the gift of Senior Xuanqing, should never stop here.

Sure enough, the familiar golden color jumped into the eyes again, even more solid than before.

The Wuliang Demon Palace, which was built with Dao Pillars of far superior quality, did have some feedback after all.

"What a pity."

Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly. Even if his foundation was solid enough, and with the help of Senior Xuan Qing, he could only mix a ray of golden light in the purple air.

However, he would not regret like Xuan Qing, why he did not walk slower and more steadily at the beginning.

Because Shen Yi knew very well that every step he took was done with all his strength.

If he had accepted Xuan Qing's last gift, he might have been able to help Kaicheng go further, but that was not what he wanted to see.

Moreover, with Wu Jun's bloodline talent.

Adding more difficulty, Shen Yi suspected that even if he went bankrupt, it might not be enough for the other party to successfully survive this disaster.

Watching Wu Jun tremblingly step into Chiming City.

Changes similar to the previous ones appeared in Shen Yi's mind again.

The same blue waves, but with an extra reef. The golden-patterned turtle monster lazily lay on the edge of the rocky beach, as if the whole body had lost its vitality.

It had just begun, and a trace of panic appeared in Wu Jun's eyes.

It found that the body of the monster that it was most proud of seemed to be taken away by an invisible big hand in an instant, and it became extremely difficult to move its limbs, let alone climb mountains and cross seas.

"My Lord..."

It instinctively wanted to retreat.

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, noticing something strange, but unfortunately he couldn't help the other party.

Although Wu Jun had enjoyed the gift of the demon's origin, that thing was torturing it while helping it become stronger. It was completely different from the current situation where he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker but couldn't do anything.

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 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, at present, the chance seems to be very slim.

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. However, 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 suffered 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 falling 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 the 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 limits without fighting to the death.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi closed his eyes and pulled his soul out of the Infinite Demon King. 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 turned 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 soared 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 why the Red-Eyed Black Phoenix has been deliberately suppressed at the twelfth level of Return to Void for so many years in the Tianjian Sect. Only by reaching this realm can it truly have the strength to stir up waves.

This time, not only did he successfully climb Baiyujing, but he also opened the two cities of Longhan and Chiming, and even obtained two powerful stone guards that occupied the throne.

Only in this way did he feel a little better after spending so many demons' lifespans.

After all, the main consumption is still on the construction of the five branch halls of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall. The three large cities behind cannot be opened for the time being, but they will be used sooner or later.

"..."

Shen Yi clenched his palms slightly, feeling this strange power.

He looked sideways into the distance.

The time it took to break through this time was far beyond his expectations, and it seemed a little too late.

It's time to go back.

...

The Seven Sons of Nanhong are much more lively than usual.

Various magic weapons flew across the sky, and among them were some familiar faces with high reputation, which made the disciples of the Immortal Sect stop with a little curiosity.

In the water, on land, in the cave or in the mountains.

Any force with some reputation has received a rare 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 opens, it will almost determine the direction of the situation in this land and water for thousands of years.

Just because behind the invitation stood six giants of the Hedao Realm who were of the same blood. When they joined hands, even the Nanlong Palace had to temporarily retreat.

"Is there a seventh one now?"

A cultivator from a force in the deep mountains and old forests asked curiously to the person next to him.

After a long time, most cultivators tacitly accepted the slightly strange fact that there were only six of the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

"It's not convenient to say."

The plump fat man smiled and shook his head, with a little complexity in his eyes.

He actually had some gossip.

But it is hard for cultivators like them to understand why they would leave such a precious Hedao treasure land to a native of the treasure land just because of the promise made in the past.

Although they have heard that the native sect leader has some strength and talent.

But after all, they have never seen it with their own eyes.

And no matter what... they don't think there is anything more important than having another Hedao realm giant, even if the young sect leader is the most talented in ancient and modern times.

It is because the Seven Sons of Nanhong are rich and powerful, and have a strong back, that they have the confidence to make such a decision that others think is crazy.

What does Hedao realm represent?

Having a further voice in Nanhong will allow the disciples in the sect to obtain more cultivation resources, and even gain more initiative in negotiations with other Hong forces.

Now they give it up just to make others think that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are loyal and righteous?

I don't know what those six seniors are thinking.

It's really crazy.

Of course, no matter what he thought, the plump man still had a smile on his face. Under the guidance of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, he stepped into the relief light curtain.

Even if the Seven Sons of Nanhong did not mind being embarrassed, they had to do their best to save face.

When they saw the junior, they still respectfully called him Sect Master, and they would not lose a piece of meat.

Just when these monks had different thoughts.

The monks of the Seven Sons of Nanhong did not care at all. The only thing they cared about now was.

Where did Sect Master Shen go? !

In Nanyang Sect.

"I'm asking you a question, speak up!"

The outer sect elder of Mengzong slammed the table. Across the table, a group of people stood side by side.

The person being questioned was Yan Wencheng of Qingyue Sect.

This highly respected formation genius, who also had the background of the Yan family, was helpless at this moment and cast his eyes to the side.

In front of these outer sect elders who were already crazy.

It was really hard for him to explain. Although he had just left the sect with Sect Master Shen a few months ago, he was not really familiar with him, and it was even more impossible for him to know where he was.

"Pay attention to your appearance. Not to mention him, I don't know either. What's there to blame?"

Liu Shiqian frowned and looked over. People like him who follow the rules rarely point fingers at people from the allied sect.

At this moment, it was obvious that he was protecting his child.

The outer sect elder took a deep breath and hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Junior understands."

Then he turned his head with a splitting headache: "Next."

Yan Wencheng slowly stepped back, and then Liu Qianyun walked forward with worry: "Reply to the elder, the disciple doesn't know either."

In order to find Shen Yi, the outer sect elders of the seven sects actually gathered all the disciples who had a relationship with Shen Yi.

It was really a solution.

The conference was about to be held in order to introduce the seventh sect master to the many forces in Nanhong... Now that he is not here, who should they introduce?

This was probably the time when the Nanhong Seven Brothers were most expecting Shen Yi to appear.

Let’s put aside the matter of the Hedao Treasure Land, and at least make this conference go smoothly.

“He refused to give in before, but now he really gives it to him, and he is holding it up?!”

One of the sitting outer sect elders suddenly cursed angrily.

However, before he finished speaking.

Several auras enveloped him at the same time, causing him to fall off his chair in confusion and look around in doubt.

Outside the hall, Yan Xianqing, who had watched his little thing being scolded before, remained silent and stood respectfully. Now, he temporarily abandoned his fear of the Immortal Sect and looked over coldly.

"..."

Although he was only a vassal of the Nanyang Sect, he was still a Baiyujing monk after all.

At this moment, he released his aura without any concealment, which shocked the outer sect elders so much that they dared not breathe.

Of course, the most important thing was that, in addition to the vassal of the Nanyang Sect, the two Baiyujing elders Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang, who were in charge of this matter, did not stand on his side. Instead, their eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Take off your robes and reflect on your mistakes. I don't want to say it again."

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 Baiyujing 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 Baiyujing, vassals are only vassals after all.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they may be countless times more important than the outer sect elders, and many things can be handled fairly in private, but it is absolutely impossible to allow them to challenge the majesty of the Seven Sons of Nanhong in public.

With the two Baiyujing elders of Qingyue Sect in charge, they will naturally punish those who speak rudely.

Yan Xianqing's behavior is obviously a bit over the top.

The remaining three did not quite understand why the other party was so irrational. After all, although they were vassals... they seemed to have not really seen the sect master.

"..."

Yan Xianqing took a deep breath and finally retreated.

He was probably the only person in the field who knew the whereabouts of the sect master, and he was also the most frightened person for Shen Yi's failure to return.

Maybe something really happened.

But Yan Xianqing had no way to ask anyone for help.

The messenger from the Southern Dragon Palace was still waiting outside, just giving the Seven Sons Assembly a face for the time being.

Yan Xianqing didn't know who to trust. He only knew that if he leaked that the slaughter of the water tribe was done by the master, it would bring great disaster to Nanyang Sect.

Elder Chi Yang's actions obviously alerted the surrounding allied sect cultivators.

The convening of the Seven Sons Conference...means that the young native is now the real master.

The outer sect elder was stripped of his robe before he even mentioned the three words "Master Shen". If he dared to offend the master's power by name, he would probably be abolished.

The hall suddenly became a whisper.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes: "..."

In fact, in the eyes of the real sect leaders, Shen Yi and the disaster of the water tribe have long been linked together. The reason why no one said anything was because at least a powerful Taoist was qualified to participate in this matter.

Nanyang Sect did not have a similar person, and the other six masters had no intention of coming forward.

Therefore, the seven sons must wait until Master Shen comes back before making a decision.

The premise is that if he can really come back...

"Senior, please come out for a moment."

Yan Xianqing suddenly heard a slightly childish voice behind him. He turned around and found that it was the young monk from Nanyang Sect... It seemed to be called Li Qingfeng.

Although the other party's cultivation is low, but I heard that he is in charge of the entire Nanyang Sect, he must be trusted by the sect master.

"Okay."

Yan Xianqing followed him out quickly.

But he didn't expect that Li Qingfeng didn't say much, but took him to a secluded place in the inner gate.

The next moment, Yan Xianqing's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a figure like a withered branch standing with his hands behind his back in the flowery forest.

Although Senior Xuanqing is quite famous, the Yan family is a vassal of Nanyang Sect after all, so they are not scared.

What really surprised him was the old woman opposite Senior Xuan Qing. She could vaguely see her former beauty between her eyebrows and eyes. At this moment, she was smiling and leaning on her cane gently.

This seemingly kind old woman exuded a terrifying aura that made Yan Xianqing's eyes split. Coupled with the news he had recently received, he could easily recognize her identity.

A giant in the Hedao realm! The leader of the Baohua Sect!

"Did you invite me here just to chat?"

The old woman tilted her head slightly. In front of the wooden man, she was rarely playful, but she didn't make people feel abrupt and weird.

"Just reminiscing about the past." Xuan Qing said in a gentle voice and looked over.

"Really?"

The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled even more. Then a little mischief flashed through her eyes: "Since it's reminiscing about the past, what's my name?"

"Hmm--"

Xuan Qing's whole body stagnated slightly, opened his mouth, and fell silent.

Fortunately, the old woman did not mean to embarrass him. She slowly took two steps closer, stood on tiptoe, and gently patted the fallen leaves off his shoulders. Then she stepped back and said softly: "You can come to me anytime if you have anything, anything is fine... but don't lie to me, okay? Xuan Qing never lies."

The leader of Baohua Sect knew that Xuan Qing had no habit of lying.

But he chose to lie, which means that this matter might be so serious that it would surprise the cultivators in the Hedao realm.

But the leader of Baohua Sect did not ask more questions, and simply agreed.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath and finally said sincerely: "Thank you."

"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 leader?"

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 Master Shen, he will step into the water to seek explanation from 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 address him as 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 what he said. After all, after doing such a big thing, where in Nanhong could there be a more suitable place to avoid 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, and blue waves roll under the peaks and peaks, with the sound of waves!

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 seats 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!

Normally, 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...

The most likely person is the new Nanyang Sect Master.

Wei Yuanzhou, Su Hongxiu and the other six Daoists sat quietly behind the table, their faces varied.

Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang were isolated at the edge by many elders, and they looked around absentmindedly.

As time passed.

It started with the guests in the square, and then even the disciples of the Xian Sect were slightly agitated.

Someone lowered his voice and said, "No... Which faction are you from? Did you go to the wrong place?"

"Nanyang Sect."

The black-shirted young man seemed to be late, and looked around with a little curiosity.

"Nanyang Sect? You are over there... No one notified you, and you can't even find the location? Hurry up and find the elders of your sect to take you back." The cultivator laughed dumbly.

"I came a little late and missed it."

Shen Yi nodded slightly. He has been a wild man since Baiyun County, and he has indeed never participated in similar Xian Sect conferences.

If it weren't for the fact that the momentum here was really grand and amazing, he couldn't even find the place.

"Forget it." The tall and thin monk finally laughed out loud, and secretly glanced at the side: "Follow me closely, I will lead you there."

After saying that, he quietly used his breath, pushed away the people next to him, and walked to the side with the black-shirted young man.

At this moment, I don't know if it was because of his big movements, some people gradually turned back to stare at him, and then made way in surprise.

"..."

The tall and thin monk reacted, hurriedly smiled, and whispered: "Help, help."

But no one responded.

It was just that the whole square was scattered like a wave, until a very wide road was made in the middle of the square.

The tall and thin monk was completely stunned. He followed to join in the fun, where had he seen such a scene.

Until he found that above the clouds, one figure after another gradually stood up, and then arched his hands towards the bottom, including the high-ranking Taoist disciples of the seven sects and the elders of the Baiyujing.

"Gudong."

The tall and thin monk suddenly felt weak in the legs, but fortunately he was quickly supported by a pair of white hands.

"I think I found it, thank you."

A gentle voice came, and the black-shirted young man nodded politely to express his gratitude, and then took a step. A purple rainbow spread out under his feet, spanning the sky, directly connected to the sky steps, and stopped under the chair.

He stepped on the rainbow slowly, and in full view of the crowd, he climbed up the clouds step by step, walked in front of everyone, and then turned around and sat quietly on the chair.

He casually rubbed the armrest.

It is estimated that this was deliberately prepared considering that he did not have the cultivation level of the Hedao realm.

Shen Yi gathered his mind, and his clear black eyes looked down. Under the slightly rolled up sleeves, there was a well-known monk in the entire Nanhong.

At the moment when the long rainbow formed by the pure purple air appeared, it was as clear as glass, and as dazzling as the sun, as if it made everything around it pale in comparison.

"..."

All the guests and disciples of the Immortal Sect, including Elder Bai Yujing and many direct disciples, even the giants of the Hedao Realm, and the six phantoms in the sky, were all in a short daze.

Is such a transparent heavenly palace really something that should exist in the world?

In the silent square.

The next moment, I don’t know who started it, and it seemed to be in unison.

The disciple leaned forward with a sword in his arms, the elder of the outer sect bowed his head, and the direct disciple and the elder bowed again.

Like a tide coming from afar, the sound waves gradually gathered and turned into a voice like a huge bell.

"We, see the Nanyang Sect Master!"