The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

"I don't know where the group of foreign monks came from?" Yi Qingwu's soft voice sounded very pleasant with a hint of fragrance.

Prince Qinghe frowned, shook his head, and said helplessly: "This kind of confidential matter is beyond my knowledge."

The light in Shangxuan Island Lord's eyes shot out like two divine thunders. He smiled and walked back without further questioning.

Prince Qinghe sat down and didn't care about what happened just now. He smiled and clinked glasses with other monks and chatted, talking about some experience in practice.

At this time, the fairy music sounds, the silk and bamboo are playing harmoniously, and the dancers are dancing, which proves that there are distinguished guests.

People couldn't help looking out, and saw Duanmuming, the son of the Taiyin God, walking out from under the five-color jade platform.

This is the holy power of the lunar yin, the most original power. The use of it can be traced back to the ancient times, and it has unpredictable performances.

Beside Duanmuming, there is another heroic man who is even more extraordinary. He has five colors flowing in his eyes, his eyebrows grow into his temples, his hair is tied with a purple gold crown, he walks like a dragon and walks like a tiger, and looks like a king in the world.

"The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is here!" Someone exclaimed.

The North Sea is boundless, and it is impossible to know how vast it is, but since ancient times, it has been said that there is a demon saint named Kunpeng Yuanzu in the deepest part of the world. He is a terrifying ancient saint who cannot sleep.

It shows how unfathomable the water in the North Sea is!

In the known sea area, the strengths of the major forces have long been determined, and the Nine-headed Jiao King is a rising and invincible master of the monster clan.

Rumor has it that after the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King transformed into a human form, he abolished his demon essence and changed his human law, and now his Taoism is superb.
Nine-headed Jiao King and Duanmu Ming passed the crowd, and after presenting congratulatory gifts to Shangxuan Island Master, they stared directly at Prince Qinghe, their eyes were indifferent and their hostility was undisguised.

After this battle, the Ziwei Dynasty has become a thorn in the eyes of all the major forces, and almost everyone hates it, but at this moment the situation in the Ziwei Ancient Star Field is unknown, and no force will face an Immortal Dynasty at this juncture.

At present, the most important thing is to think carefully about how to face that foreign saint, whether to surrender, or to win over, or to be hostile
In short, Ziwei Dynasty is not the most important thing at present.
Prince Qinghe sneered, although his cultivation base was slightly lower, he was not afraid at all, and looked at it calmly.

The more it is at this time, the more you can't be timid, or you won't even have a bone left after being eaten.

This unexpected situation made the atmosphere tense all of a sudden. The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is an invincible latecomer in the North Sea. Everyone knows that he has a strong relationship with the Golden Crow tribe. If he launches a trouble at this time, he knows what's going on without even thinking about it.

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu got up and walked over, and said via voice transmission with his spiritual thoughts: "King Jiao has kind intentions, and the Jinwu Clan appreciates it, but it is not appropriate to settle with Ziwei Shenchao at this time."

The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King had a gloomy expression, he couldn't see any emotions or anger, and he still didn't move. The Son of Taiyin had a faint smile on his face, looking calm and calm.

Everyone put down their wine glasses, and the venue suddenly fell silent. Everyone's hearts jumped, thinking that this time the big banquet was going to be a bloodbath.

"Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King stopped shouting and made a sudden move. Five green dragons rushed up from behind him, going up against the sky, and then turned into five green fingers. , wanting to subdue Prince Qinghe with one palm.

Prince Qinghe's heart tightened, his expression was slightly cold, he really didn't expect that the other party would dare to tear his face in public, so he could only be forced to sacrifice the magic weapon.

I saw a purple gold seal pressing down, and a black mountain loomed indistinctly. Among them, nine purple air dragons rushed up, vigorous and powerful, each of which was densely scaled, like cast from purple gold, and rushed towards the big blue hand, thinking To block the blow.

"Oh!"

Blue light and purple light burst out, and the big blue handprint shattered the black mountain in an instant, sending out huge fluctuations, but it was confined to a square inch, which shows that the strength of the nine-headed dragon king has reached the peak.

The nine purple dragons wailed and dissipated into the void. Prince Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, was pressed by the big handprint, and knelt down, extremely humiliated.

"Nine-headed Flood Dragon, how dare you insult me ​​like this?"

Prince Qinghe roared angrily, and his whole body was extremely angry. After all, he is also a majestic prince of the immortal force. If it is spread that he will have no face to represent the Ziwei Dynasty in the future, it will suppress his future together.

The Nine-headed Flood King looked coldly, stared at Prince Qinghe, and said disdainfully: "So what if you insult you? An ant in the first layer of Xiantai, thinks I dare not touch you, and dares to provoke me."

Seeing this scene, Jinwu Ninth Prince showed a happy smile, and the depression in his heart was relieved a lot.

"You passed!"

The old emperor uncle of Ziwei Shenchao took a step forward, and said angrily with the owner of Shangxuan Island: "Is this the way of hospitality in Gulong Island?"

On the steps, the black-robed man chuckled and said, "This is just a fight between the younger generation, King Qin calm down."

Then he looked at the Nine-headed Flood King, deliberately pretending to be unshakable, and said seriously: "Does the Flood King want to show his prestige here?"

"Don't dare!"

Seeing the words of the Lord of Shangxuan Island, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King let go of his big hand, and confessed: "I just taught him the dignity of the upper and lower, but he is so rampant with a mere step and a half. His elders didn't teach him well, so I have no choice but to I'll do it for you."

"You..." Prince Qinghe stood up with difficulty, his eyes were bloodshot, and he really wanted to walk away.

But thinking of his mission, he could only suppress his anger and sit down, his eyes returned to calm, and he thought ferociously in his heart: "Wait, wait, wait for the ancestor to recover, you will all die, damn nine heads Snake, I want to cut off your snake head with my own hands."

Seeing that Prince Qinghe endured it, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King sneered, waved his sleeves, and sat down again, wanting to wait for the banquet to end before taking down these two people.

Perhaps it was because he had never personally experienced the majesty of the Dao Slayer King, Ziwei Shenchao didn't pay attention to him at all, and he didn't regret it after making the move.

Yi Qingwu shook her head slightly and sighed softly, feeling that Beihai would be caught in a huge storm.

The gods and ancient scriptures were unified, and her elders were also moved, but the cultivation level of Guanghan Palace was far lower than that of King Jinwu and others. When she approached Beihai, she was directly scared away by the aftermath. run slowly.

"Ancient saints, what exactly do you intend to do?"

Fairy Guanghan sighed quietly, her thoughts were flying, and she was a little worried about the future situation.

But that's all there is to it.

Whether it is the Dao Slayer King or the Sage, they are too far away from her. She is just a little famous, and is praised by some good people as the number one beauty of Ziwei. To truly experience the horror of both.

This is also the normal state of cultivator Ziwei, who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!

You must know that people like Daoists and Kings of the Qing Dynasty were generally recognized as sitting and transforming 2000 years ago, but now they have all "lived" and even involved saints from other lands.

For the ancient sages, four words can crush the sky. Under the Dao, few people know the divine power of the sages, let alone experience them personally.

In every generation, there are some arrogant people who have threatened to prove the Tao and become the emperor, proud of the past and the present. However, in the past tens of millions of years, only three enlightened people have emerged from this ancient star.

In today's dharma-ending era, saints are almost extinct, and they have not appeared for thousands of years. One can imagine how arrogant the younger generation will be.

"My lord, they are all talking about you, all of them are pretentious, but if you show up here, will they faint from fright on the spot?"

Suddenly, Zi Yan, who was also in the hall, leaned close to Chu Linyang's ear, and said with a grinning smile.

"Haha, low-key, low-key, don't scare the children, even if it scares the flowers and plants, it's not good. It's interesting to listen to what they say."

Chu Linyang took a sip from his wine glass and said with a smile.

Sitting aside, Zi Chuan stared blankly, rolling his eyes imperceptibly.

Some of you natives are doomed to be unlucky today!
The little incident just now was not taken seriously by the powerful monks in Xiantai, the group of monks formed a group, among which the Nine-headed Flood King was the most lively.

The Taiyin God Son, the little princess of the Jinwu tribe, and the Ninth Prince are all here.

Everyone was drinking wine and chatting with each other about the way of cultivation, and the atmosphere was very active.

Prince Qinghe, who was originally surrounded by many monks, was now sitting with the old emperor, no one was around, his face was frosty, like an ice sculpture, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Seeing his appearance, some people who had enemies with the Jinwu clan shook their heads, sighed a little, and started talking.

"The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is so arrogant and rude, he dares to attack here."

"The Xuanlong lineage is clearly going to stand in line. Prince Qinghe will be fine if he is patient. It's a pity that the young man is getting angry."

"Let's see if he can get out of this blow. Hehe, no matter who Ziwei Shenchao is dead, and now the Golden Crow King may be dead, I want to see how long these flat-haired beasts can be arrogant."

On the other side, the little princess Lu Ling of the Golden Crow got her brother's wink, took out a piece of divine jade of a powerful level, and said sincerely to the Nine-headed Jiao King: "Thank you Brother Jiao for this righteous act."

The Nine-headed Flood King looked at Lu Ling, who had a golden face and was full of heroism, and felt a little moved in his heart. He really wanted to get closer to the Jinwu tribe.

He laughed and refused: "It's a trivial matter, why bother to thank you!"

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu sighed, and said sincerely:

"Ziwei is in constant turmoil and crisis. This time, Brother Jiao offended the Ziwei God Dynasty in order to vent his anger on our clan. Ling'er and I can hardly thank you. If we don't accept this thing, we will feel uneasy."

"It's just a little prince. Even if he stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai and got a title, so what? Ziwei's dynasty is already fading away. Could it be possible to send troops to Beiming?"

Taiyin Shenzi glanced at Prince Qinghe, and said indifferently and disdainfully.

"It is for this reason, why should the Ninth Prince worry about it, if Ziwei Shenchao has the ability to reveal another one, why should I be afraid of him!"

The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King was even more arrogant, he didn't pay attention to Ziwei Shenchao at all.

Whose family still doesn't have a few old antiques behind them. If the younger generation struggles with the background, it is not the background but the servant.

Yin Qingwu sat alone at the table, accompanied by two maids beside her. Her expression was cold and the moonlight danced in her eyes. She was so ethereal and unparalleled that no one would dare to disturb her.

She looked at Taiyin Shenzi and the others, her eyes were bright and full of lotus flowers, very beautiful.

Suddenly, a handsome man in a moon white brocade robe came, he whispered to a goddess next to Yi Qingwu for a while, for some reason, the goddess beat him shyly twice, then got up and left the desk.

It turned out that he switched places with the handsome man.

The handsome man Shi Shiran sat down, he did not stand aside the beautiful woman, but drank two glasses of sake, a little intoxicated.

This person is the romantic and suave Yan Yixi.

He once pursued this Fairy Guanghan, and even broke through the fairy gates that no one could pass through for 5 years for her, but it is a pity that he did not break through. One hundred and eight life and death barriers, he fell in the No. .90 three, came out seriously injured.

Although this achievement is really extraordinary, it still cannot attract Guang Hanque's attention.

With the return of her divine sense, Yan Yixi raised her hand to open a folding fan, and there were beauties all over it, each of them had the posture of sinking fish and geese, and the appearance of flowers shy with the moon closed, all of them were beautiful and heavenly, and they were the most beautiful women today.

Among them, Princess Yueshi ranked second, and her appearance was already extremely beautiful.

The beauty at the head of the fan has no specific face, only a hazy slender body, submerged in mist, it is unreal, and it is impossible to get its shape and charm.

"Fairies come down to Beiming, their eyes are misty and windy"

Yan Yixi was dressed in white and sang songs softly, holding a fan in mourning, her handsome face had an indescribable sadness, which attracted the eyes of many maidens in the hall, some of the demon maids even had their eyes shining, wishing to put him all over the place. Swallowed and ate.

Yin Qingwu's face remained unchanged, and he did not pay attention to Yan Yixi, just like the bright moon above the nine heavens, every month and every year, he did not speak a word.

After Yan Yixi finished singing, she put away her folding fan, bowed her hands to Yi Qingwu, and said solemnly: "Fairy is in Beiming this time, please be more careful."

The beauty in the moon palace nodded slightly, but remained silent.

Yan Yixi was not annoyed, she sat down on her own, and with soft eyes in her eyes, she chatted with several female cultivators in the hall.

Hooking up other women in front of the goddess, this kind of operation can only be done by this disciple of the Dao of Desire.

With a heart like him, from the moment he stepped into the path of practice, he has already realized his original heart, so naturally he will not be entangled by ordinary love.

But what he doesn't know is that love is not a way of practice.

Suddenly, the fairy mist was lingering, and the string hole came out, and four monster beauties flew into the Jade Palace. They held the huangmuqin, the black dragon flute, the purple gold flute, and the green jade zither in their hands, and each handed out a hand of divine power, lifting Looking at the Xuanyu Divine Chariot above his head.

Misty Kagura gradually rose, and above the chariot was an old man wearing a black robe, his face was covered with wrinkles, he wore a black gold crown, his eyes were vicissitudes, and there was an indescribable power.

The Lord of Shangxuan immediately came down to greet him, and all the other monks got up and said respectfully, "My respects to King Xuanlong!"

Taoist Xuanshui, who was over [-] years old, nodded, and with the support of four maids, tremblingly got off the chariot and sat on the first seat.

Along the way, Yin Qingwu, Nine-headed Jiao King, Jinwu Nine Princes, Taiyin God Son, Lu Ling and others were also respectful and did not dare to offend in the slightest.

Even if he looks like an old man dying at this time (end of this chapter)