Fantasy Begins In The Restricted Area Of ​​Life

Gu Huairen, whose face turned red and slightly embarrassed, coughed again, but Zhou Qi still didn't look in his direction.

In the end, Gu Huairen could only ask directly: "Zhou Qi, where did you get this airship?"

Now that the great elder has asked him by name, Zhou Qi can't pretend to be confused and can only let go of Yao Xi temporarily.

"As you can see, Great Elder, this is an airship that I personally funded for the sect.

Before joining the sect, my family had a small amount of money, so I was able to build this airship. Don't be offended. 17

Slightly underfunded.

Many elders slowly chewed this sentence in their hearts, feeling a little uncomfortable.

If they can only produce this airship with only a small amount of money, then who do they think the Manifestation Sect is?

Although they didn't know which family Zhou Qi was the son of, "Nine Four Seven", they already knew how much Zhou Qi was worth.

No matter whether Zhou Qi's family background is prominent or his background is strong, they can be sure of at least one thing.

That is, Zhou Qi alone is richer than the entire Xianyan sect!

The mountain top is crowded with people. Here you can see all kinds of people, from sects from all over the world, young disciples and elders from famous sects wearing different clothes.

Each of them greeted each other with people they knew well, but at the same time they were wary of outsiders, as if they were guarding against something.

Almost everyone here is heading towards the upcoming Demon-Sealing Mountain.

It's just that the mountain peak they are currently on is not the Demon Sealing Mountain, but the front mountain of the Demon Sealing Mountain, which is equivalent to the gate to the Demon Sealing Mountain.

At the periphery and center of Sealing Demon Mountain, there is a group of young disciples wearing the same clothes maintaining order. They are disciples of the Buyang Holy Sect.

This time the Demon Sealed Mountain is opened, they will be the masters, maintain order, and prevent some unqualified small sects from sneaking in.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Fengtian Sect attacked the Xianyan Sect, the Buyang Sect also took advantage of it.

"Meet the Martial Marquis."

"Meet the Martial Marquis.

Many monks with profound skills and extremely high cultivation levels said hello when they saw the middle-aged monk who was surrounded by disciples in the center and had a great presence like stars over the moon.

When the middle-aged monk saw these people saluting him, he didn't say anything. He just responded lightly and then stopped talking.

And these people didn't dare to get angry, so they could only pass by the middle-aged man with a shy smile.

The middle-aged monk who is surrounded by countless disciples in the center is titled Martial Marquis, and he is the princely realm of Kaohsiung granted by Buyang Shengzong.

This year, he will lead the team and command the disciples, stationed outside the entrance to the Demon Sealing Mountain.

The mountain peak was extremely lively, and many people I knew talked about boring things to pass the time.

Not long after, I saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, followed by several young disciples, approaching the powerful Martial Marquis with clasped fists.

"Brother Wei Wuhou, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay?"

The person who took the initiative to clasp his fists and salute was named Pilihou, and he was actually a master in the princely realm.

It's just a few realms lower than Wei Martial Marquis, so its strength is not as good as Wei Martial Marquis.

Logically speaking, Martial Marquis should put aside his arrogance and return the same salute to Thunderbolt when a master who is also a prince salutes him.

But facing Pilihou, Weiwuhou was still as arrogant as he was towards others.

He just responded lightly, nodded, and then ignored the thunderbolt and walked past him.

Being treated like this by the powerful Martial Marquis, I didn't dare to say anything even when I was in a hurry.

Buyang Shengzong now stationed a large number of troops here to threaten Martial Marquis as his boss. No matter how unreasonable he was, Perak Hou had to endure it.

What's more, in terms of personal strength alone, Pilihou is no match for him.

"Look, people from the Ziyun Sect are here too!"

Someone raised his head and extended his hand to signal.

Everyone looked up and saw a streak of purple clouds flying in the sky. Many young disciples stepped on the purple clouds and flew over like flying through the clouds.

Noting that most of these disciples have the cultivation of Nirvana Mirror, some old people couldn't help but sigh.

"The Ziyun Sect is also full of talents. The Bronze Age has just passed and there are so many Nirvana disciples."

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, even longer than the war between the Xianyan Sect and the Fengtian Sect, the White Dragon King fought a desperate battle with the Great Emperor who had become the Great Emperor.

Both of them suffered losses. The White Dragon King relied on his Immortal Physique and countless Treasure Weapons to kill the Great Emperor. Unfortunately, the White Dragon King himself also died...

But the battle between the two was too big, and it directly tore apart the will of heaven carried by the Great Emperor.

The human world that has lost the will of God can no longer give birth to a Great Emperor, and even the spiritual energy has become increasingly thinner.

The entire human world has become depressed since hundreds of years ago, causing the cultivation of many monks to stagnate.

There are also many famous elders from famous sects who have no choice but to lock themselves in forbidden areas in order to protect themselves because they cannot go further and their longevity is exhausted.

Are the monks who were born in that era when God's will was torn apart even more miserable?

Because spiritual energy is thin and their cultivation is stagnant, even if they live their entire lives, their cultivation may be low due to various reasons.

Because these tens of thousands of years caused the death of many monks and the malaise of famous sects, the world called it the Bronze Age, a metaphor for the hardship and confusion of cultivation.

After all, there are only a handful of geniuses like Li Jiaoyan who are extremely talented and have reached the pinnacle of great power at such a young age in just twenty years.

For example, Xiao Wuyan's cultivation when he first entered the Spirit Transformation Realm can be called excellent not only in the Xianyan Sect, but also in other sects.

Even the Master of the Iron Hall, who had a conflict with Zhou Qi in Wagu, only had the cultivation level of the early Nirvana realm at most. One can imagine the hardships the monks had in the Bronze Age.

The disciples of the Ziyun Sect stepped on pieces of purple clouds, flew over the heads of everyone, and flew away in the air.

Just as everyone expressed their admiration for the rising 1.5 stars of Zixia Sect and their feelings about the Bronze Age, another group of people flew over in an airship.

On the airship, there are all kinds of monsters, including those with dragon scales, those with tentacles, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, dragon scales and fish tails, bull heads and horse faces.

It can be seen that most of the members on this airship are Monster Race enlightenment, otherwise they would not look so ferocious, all of them are extremely weird.

At first glance, this seemed to be a mob, but no one present dared to underestimate this team.

"Jinghe's troops have also arrived, and this time it's not the Third Prince of the Dragon King of Jinghe who is personally leading the team.

"I heard that the Third Prince Long is so talented that he will most likely retreat from his snake body and transform into a dragon."

"If the third prince of Jinghe can really transform into a dragon body, then he will be the next master of Jinghe.",