Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons

Chapter 508 Opening two cities in a row, the 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 calamity of life actually broke out of the shell in a literal sense, he also had a rough guess about the following calamities.

 After Longhan Dacheng, it is Chiming Dacheng's turn, which is connected with the former's "sheng". This second city represents "old".

Vitality will not burst out endlessly, there will always be high valleys and peaks, and then all the way down, straight into endless darkness.

Death is certainly terrible, 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 king is like a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise.

Shen Yi always felt that Wu Jun, a member of the golden-patterned turtle demon clan, might be suitable to experience this calamity.

Of course, there is another reason besides this.

 That is to say, in Nanhong, there are really not many demons who are as talented and intelligent as Ke Shisan.

 His cultivation level is low just because he is young.

In terms of background, Nanlong Palace belongs to most of the owners in Nanhong, and Ke Xuanjian is one of the only thirteen dragon grandsons in this top power.

Thirteen may sound like a lot.

But we need 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 dragon grandson, 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 powerful family in the water.

 What’s more, it is also extremely intelligent.

In addition, the 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.

Tall among the short ones, Wu Jun... is actually pretty 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 was slightly stagnant, 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 the Baiyujing Immortal City, he actually wanted to make up for the shortcomings of his own skills.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi waved her hand feebly: "Go."

 “Wu Jun obeys the order!”

This 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 Chiming City.

When he stepped under the fairy 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 and talented person in his youth.

 But when they faced such a situation, even their Taoist hearts, which were as calm as ancient wells, would become nervous unconsciously, to the point where they would 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, the transition 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 came into view 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 foundation was solid enough and with the help of senior Xuan Qing, he could only make this purple aura mixed with a ray of golden light.

However, like Xuan Qing, he doesn’t regret why he didn’t walk slower and walk more steadily.

 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.

To add to the difficulty, Shen Yi suspected that even if he lost everything, he might not be able to successfully survive the disaster.

Watching Wu Jun tremblingly step into Chiming City.

 Similar changes to the previous ones once again appeared in Shen Yi's mind.

It is also between the blue waves, but the difference is that there is an extra rock. The golden turtle demon is lying lazily on the edge of the stone beach, as if its entire body has lost its vitality.

This has just begun, and there is a trace of panic 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 has enjoyed the gift of the demon origin, while that thing tortured it, it also helped it become stronger. This is completely different from the current situation where it feels itself getting weaker but can't do anything.

What is truly terrifying is not the passage of time, but the helpless despair.

 The demon longevity in the panel quickly decreases.

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 being in the Hedao realm, the sense of oppression given to Shen Yi is no less than that of those Taoists, and may even be better.

It walked slowly behind its owner, 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.

Actually, as long as Wu Jun can come out, it’s not a big loss.

After all, these demon Shou Yuan actually improved Zhenshi's strength and was not wasted.

　　　…”

Ke Shisan can also detect the changes in Wu Jun at this moment.

Although he doesn’t really like this smooth-talking flatterer, he still hopes that the other party can get through it. However, currently, it seems that the chance is already very slim.

 Wu Jun has obviously fallen into a state of mental calamity.

  There is no great willpower to see aging at all.

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 has not failed yet is because Shen Yi has not cut off the supply of demon Shou Yuan.

The floating island turned into a beetle is actually no different from a dead thing.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

 Shen Yi pursed her lips slightly.

Facing such a catastrophe, if there is any chance of turning around, it would be the chance for this turtle demon to have an idea in his 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.

 Shou Yuan will eventually come to an end... Fortunately, the demon's longevity does not.

Shen Yi raised his 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-"

I don’t know how many opportunities I missed, but the “floating island” suddenly started to tremble.

  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.

Surge of fatigue poured into all the 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 full of the aura of twilight.

 In an instant, the gate of Scarlet Bright Immortal City suddenly opened.

 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.

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 in the end he has to suffer the consequences together.

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 Wujun】

 【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.

 Sure, I can eat my 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 rushed back to the two fairy cities.

 He had no intention of slashing the armor with his sword.

 At the level of the Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers, it is already 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 the scarlet look again.

 When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his own 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 throughout his body surged, and the scarlet demonic power soared into the sky uncontrollably, clearing the clouds and revealing the sun, melting away the shadow of the fairy city.

Even if Tao 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 after staying in Tianjian Sect for so many years. 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 town stones occupying the throne.

Only in this way did he feel slightly better after spending so much demon longevity.

After all, the bulk of the expenditure is still on the construction of the five sub-halls of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. The next three large cities cannot be opened for the time being, but they will be used sooner or later.

　　　…”

Shen Yi held her hand 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 Qizi is 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 water, on land, in caves or in mountains.

However, it is rare for any well-known force to receive an invitation from the largest human force in Nanhong.

 Seven Sons Conference can be said to be the most important event in 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?”

 Some powerful monks from deep mountains and old forests asked the people next to them 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.

 But it is difficult for monks like them to understand that such a precious Hedao treasure land would be left to a native in the treasure land because of the promise made back then.

Although I heard that the indigenous leader has 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 it up like this now just to make others think that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are affectionate and righteous?

I don’t know what the six seniors are thinking.

It’s really crazy.

Of course, thinking about it in his heart, the round 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 Nanhongs don’t mind losing face, they still have to work hard to save face.

　　When you see that junior, you still respectfully call him sect master, and you will not lose a piece of flesh on your 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 Sect Master Shen go? !

 In Nanyang Sect.

 “I’m asking you something, tell me!”

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

 The person being questioned was none other than Yan Wencheng of the Qingyue Sect.

This highly valued formation genius, who also has a background in the Yan family, curled his lips helplessly at this moment and cast his eyes to the side.

 In front of these outer elders who have gone crazy with anxiety.

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 as if he had 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 seven outer sects summoned all the disciples who were related to Shen Yi.

 There is really no solution.

The meeting is about to be held to introduce the seventh sect leader 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 most expect Shen Yi to appear.

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

“I didn’t 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.

I saw Yan Xianqing outside the main hall, who had previously watched his little one being scolded without saying a word and maintaining a respectful posture. At this moment, he temporarily put aside his fear of the Immortal Sect and swept over coldly.

　　　…”

Although he is only a vassal force of Nanyang Sect, he is still a Bai Yujing monk.

At this moment, the undisguised release of Qi was so shocking that the elders of the outer sect did not dare to let out their breath.

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. Instead, their eyes instantly became cold.

“I took off my robe and thought about my mistakes. 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 Xuanhai Zhai did not speak. Only Yin Qizhang from Xuanyue City gently pulled them back.

Although they have the realm of Bai Yujing, vassals are just vassals after all.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they may be countless times more important than the outer 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 Seven Sons of Nanhong.

With the two elders Bai Yujing of the Qingyue Sect sitting in charge, they will naturally punish those who make rude remarks.

Yan Xianqing’s actions obviously went too far.

The remaining three people don't quite understand why the other party is so irrational. After all, although they are vassals... they seem 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 master, and he was also the one who was most frightened that Shen Yi had not returned yet.

 Perhaps something really happened.

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

The envoys from Nanlong Palace are still waiting outside, just to give the Seven Sons Assembly some face.

Yan Xianqing didn't know who to trust. 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.

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

The previous outer sect elder was stripped of his robe without even mentioning the three words Sect Master Shen. If he dared to name anyone who offended the authority of the Sect Master, he would probably be revoked and his cultivation level would be trivial.

 The hall suddenly turned into a whisper.

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 leaders, Shen Yi has long been linked to the disaster of the Shui Tribe. The reason why no one said anything is 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 must wait until Sect Leader Shen returns 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. Looking back, he realized that it was the young-looking monk from the Nanyang Sect... his name seemed to be Li Qingfeng.

Even though 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, I saw a figure who looked like a withered tree branch standing 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 scared.

What really surprised him was the old woman opposite Senior Xuan Qing. Her once peerless youth could be vaguely discerned between her brows 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! Master Baohua!

 “Did you invite me here just to chat?”

The old woman tilted her head slightly. In front of the wooden man, she showed a rare bit of playfulness, but at the same time, it made people not feel abrupt and weird.

"Just catching up on old times." Xuan Qing said with a gentle voice and looked sideways.

"Yeah?"

The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled even more, and then there was a slight embarrassment in her eyes: "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."

 Sect Master Baohua 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 the Hedao realm monks.

 But the 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 misunderstand me." Baohua Sect Master pretended to be indifferent and glanced over, only the smile on the corners of his lips remained unchanged, and then sighed: "You were like this when you rescued me... So, you don't want to Be polite to me."

As the 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 is willing to help, which gives 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 suzerain?”

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 must know something about this matter.

"I…"

Yan Xianqing swallowed his throat. He probably guessed why Senior Xuan Qing invited Baohua Sect Master.

This means that if something happens to Sect Master Shen, he will step into the water to seek explanation from the Dragon Palace.

He finally breathed out: "It's true. The sect leader 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 been prepared for it, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The young man who left Nanyang Treasure Land 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 getting more intense at this moment, and his shoulders were shaking slightly unconsciously.

 “He went alone?”

 Under such circumstances, Li Qingfeng even forgot to address him as 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 what he said. After all, after doing such a big thing, there was no place in Nanhong that was more suitable to avoid the limelight than Xianzong.

Sect Master Shen has not returned yet, which actually explains the problem.

 Yet under his gaze.

Xuan Qing tapped his chin lightly: "I believe him."

He turned around: "But, I also have to let the people in Nanhong know that he is not alone...although the 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 the point where he has to ask for old love from others, and to ask for the life-saving grace of more than 100,000 years ago. It 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, it will be fine.

 As for these shameless things, just leave them to him.

 “I will wait until the end of the Seven Sons Conference.”

“If you are willing to follow, then come.”

 Leaving these words, Xuan Qing also took steps, and his back disappeared into the depths of the woods.

 “Xian Qing is willing to follow closely and never fall behind.”

Yan Xianqing slowly raised his hands and looked up at the sky, but for some reason, he always felt in his heart 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 between them.

White clouds surround Lingyue Mountain, the sword hangs in the middle of the mountain, the sun and the moon alternate, the blue waves roll under the peaks and mountains, and the waves sound!

 When they come together, it is an unparalleled and shocking scene in Nanhong!

At the top of the white rainbow, 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.

Below the clouds and mist, blue bricks were laid out, forming a huge square.

 With the sound of a flute piercing the sky.

Countless figures drove out with magic weapons, and the seating arrangements were strict and orderly. There could be no mistakes in where Bai Yujing should sit in the late stage of returning to the void, 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 the several giants of the Hedao Realm, including the Baohua Sect Master, who were arranged at the table closest to the 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 the Immortal Sect disciples.

 After pondering for a moment, almost everyone turned their attention to the cloud chair at the top.

 This is a small group 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.

　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 faction are you from? Are you in the wrong place?"

 “From the Nanyang Sect.”

The young man in the black shirt seemed to have arrived late, and looked around with a sense of novelty.

"From the Nanyang Sect? Where are you... No one notified 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 Baiyun 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 closely and I will lead you over.”

 After saying that, he quietly took up his breath, pushed away the people 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 some people turned around and stared at him, and then moved out of the way in surprise.

　　　…”

The tall and thin monk reacted and hurriedly kept his smile on his face and whispered: "Help, help."

However, no one responded.

 Just like a wave, the whole square spread out until a 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.

Until he found that above the clouds, figures gradually stood up, and then arched their hands downwards, including even the high-ranking Seven 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 very much.”

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, he climbed up into the clouds step by step, walking in front of everyone, then turned around and sat quietly on the high chair.

Mosuo touched the armrest casually.

  I guess this was deliberately prepared considering that I did not have the cultivation level of Hedao Realm.

Shen Yi calmed down her mind and looked down with her clear, dark eyes. Under her slightly rolled-up robes, there were all the respectable monks in Nanhong.

At the moment when a 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 something that the world should have?

 In the silence of the square.

 At the next moment, someone raised their head, and it seemed that they spoke in unison.

 The disciple held his sword and leaned down, the elder of the outer sect lowered his head, and the elder and the disciple held their hands again.

Like a tide coming from afar, the sound waves gradually gathered together and turned into a voice as loud as a bell.

“Let’s meet Nanyang Sect Leader!”

 (End of this chapter)