It is the first day of the new year again, and the snow peak of Yukun Mountain is still snowing heavily.

Qingyao went to the main hall as usual, and passed by the small courtyard where Yingluo used to live. Seeing the darkness inside, she stopped in her tracks, feeling dazed for a while.

I remember that this day used to be the busiest day, when my younger brother celebrated his birthday, he liked to hang lanterns and set off fireworks, so Yingluo urged all his fellow disciples to slip down the mountain with her, buy new year's goods, buy wine, and dress up a fairy sect in a vulgar and elegant way. vulgar.

I even scolded her at that time.

The snow shuttled between the black wooden houses of the Shangzhi Hall, and there were so many immortals, even the wind and snow were extraordinarily cold.

Qing Yao brushed off the snowflakes that were about to melt from the corners of her mouth.

That snow was obviously salty.

With a sound of "squeak", the wooden door of the courtyard opened.

A seven or eight-year-old girl came out. She was wearing the green skirt of Shangzhi Palace. When she saw Qingyao, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and hurriedly saluted: "I have seen the elder sister."

Qing Yao nodded slightly: "Let's go, today the suzerain is leaving the customs, the master Luo is urging, we have to be busy."

Different from Shangzhi Palace, the spring breeze is blowing in Ziyun Palace, and the climate is pleasant.

After guarding the Zhongzheng Hall all night, the hall masters were a little impatient at this time, Kunlun Hall Master Ning Miaoxian couldn't help frowning and said: "According to the calculation of the deputy suzerain, the suzerain should have left the customs a month ago, why? It dragged on until today? I wonder if something went wrong?"

"Is Palace Master Ning worried about the magic dragon?" Lan Shouren, Palace Master Buzhou, asked.

Meng Xuanzhen suppressed the anxious look on his face, waved his hands and said: "Masters, don't worry, for the past three years, the suzerain's news has been kept secret. Everyone just wait at ease."

He said so, but couldn't help walking back and forth two steps.

The master of the Twelve Halls has now gone to the second one, and Meng Xuanzhen, as the deputy suzerain, really feels that the responsibility is heavy.

Especially in the past two years with the rise of the Dragon Clan, the situation in the world has been in constant dispute, and there is a faint tendency to regain the hegemony of the past. In the immortal way, there is an urgent need for a powerful person to stabilize the Three Realms, so as to choke the war to death.

He wasn't worried about Mo Xuanfang's cultivation, he knew that after he left the customs, he would not lose as before.

What Meng Xuanzhen was worried about was another major matter, so he couldn't help looking at Luo Baihua.

Luo Baihua, the master of Shangzhi Hall, was sitting on the last seat, her expression was indifferent compared to the others, when she saw Meng Xuanzhen looking at her, she hurriedly stood up and said: "The deputy suzerain is right, that demon dragon has already been expelled from the sect." , no one will remember, now my Purple Cloud Sect is united as one, just waiting for the suzerain to leave the customs, and the overall situation of the world will be determined.”

Meng Xuanzhen stopped in his tracks and nodded. At this moment, the dawn outside the hall was thick with golden scales.

His heart moved, and he walked out abruptly.

The rest of the hall masters also followed him out of the hall.

On the stretching palaces, at some point in the eastern sky, a large group of auspicious clouds suddenly gathered. The spiritual energy in this auspicious cloud was rolling, and the auspicious energy was surging, and there were bursts of golden light in the purple air, like a cosmic star cluster that was about to bloom.

Everyone showed excitement on their faces and held their breath.

At this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly penetrated the purple cloud and burst from it. Immediately afterwards, the aura of heaven and earth shook, and the entire Ziyun Palace was bathed in the purple-gold glow. The sky changed color and became auspicious.

The terrifying aura swept thousands of miles in an instant, and countless sects and kingdoms felt the fluctuation of the aura.

Another supreme being has been added to the Three Realms.

"The suzerain has ascended!"

"It turned out to be... It turned out to be Luo Tian's Realm of Immortals!"

The master of Ziyun, Mo Xuanfang, retreated for three years, cut off all mortal roots, passed from the Daluo Jinxian to the Nine Heavens Xuanxian, and went straight to the realm of the Luotian Heavenly Immortal.

Mo Xuanfang slowly descended into the clouds amidst earth-shattering cheers.

He is still dressed in white and snow-covered, with a peerless beauty, but the brows are even colder than before, untainted by the world.

All the hall masters knelt down in unison: "Congratulations to the suzerain for entering the realm of Luo Tian's immortals. This is the blessing of the Ziyun sect, and it is the blessing of the three realms."

Mo Xuanfang raised his hand, motioning for everyone to flatten.

When he raised his hands and feet, he didn't see the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but in fact, his energy was restrained, like mountains, rivers, sun and moon, which contained unimaginable energy but turned into invisible. can detect.

All the hall masters obviously noticed it, and there was a layer of surprise on their faces, and there were many voices of praise.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang's gaze was heading towards the southwest corner, and stopped for a moment, when suddenly the white clothes moved slightly, and a figure had arrived.

Cold sweat broke out in Meng Xuanzhen's palms, and he exchanged a glance with Luo Baihua, the other's face had also changed color, and the two hurriedly followed.

Three years ago, the Fairy Mountain Spirit Water, Quqiao Red Pavilion, has now turned into a magnificent palace, under the green glazed tiles, there is a light gold brick wall, and a red maple tree outside the palace is eye-catching, stretching leisurely in the sunlight.

"How does the deity remember that it's not this red?" Mo Xuanfang frowned slightly, but his tone was not turbulent.

"This Mianxi maple was brought as a tribute from the Fengxu Kingdom. It was planted just before the suzerain retreated. It has grown for three years, so it is naturally different."

Meng Xuanzhen's tense strings fell slightly, but fortunately, he had prepared beforehand so that his feet would not be exposed.

Mo Xuanfang stared at the red maple for a long time, the only smear of red amidst the splendor of gold and green.Finally, he nodded, turned around and flew towards the Zhongzheng Hall.

Meng Xuanzhen swallowed hard, and chased after him somewhat exhausted.

In the main hall, the ten hall masters are arranged in two rows.

On the purple gold chair, Mo Xuanfang said: "I have been in seclusion for three years, and I often sense visions from the sky. There are many killings in the Three Realms. I don't know what happened?"

Meng Xuanzhen said: "Returning to the suzerain, a major event has indeed happened in the past three years. A young disciple you took in before, named Wei Siying, got the blood of the golden dragon from nowhere. Now he has entered the magic way and proclaimed himself emperor. Disturbed."

Mo Xuanfang frowned slightly: "Wei Siying?"

"I'm afraid the suzerain doesn't remember." Meng Xuanzhen bowed and said, "Because the demons invaded my Ziyun sect three years ago, the suzerain had no choice but to open the Dingtian magic circle. The soul is lost, which makes the memory loss, three years of retreat, so I don't remember these past events."

"Then how is Wei Siying's cultivation now?"

"Having entered the Real Demon Realm, it is equivalent to having an enemy in the Golden Fairy Realm. Moreover, this person has also summoned the Seven God Demons and Chi Lingyu. The suzerain..."

Meng Xuanzhen paused, "When the suzerain was retreating, I had agreed with Ziyunzong to join Mudan, the dragon emperor came to the world, and wars have broken out everywhere, and the tragedy of thousands of years ago is about to repeat itself, why not take advantage of its fledgling and order to cultivate The world will kill him."

There was complete silence in the hall, and everyone bowed their heads and dared not get down.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Meng Xuanzhen's forehead. He raised his eyes, but saw that Mo Xuan's expression was normal, so he regained his composure and continued: "Last month, dozens of sects including Beidouzong, Wuwangzong, Luofengzong, etc. The sects jointly sent a letter requesting Ziyunzong to convene the cultivation world to discuss the matter of resisting demons."

"Where is the meeting place?"

"Tianyan Shangguo, Yandu Wangcheng."

After a long while, the voice of Mo Xuanfang on the Zijin chair came faintly: "Reply. I have agreed."

The snow fell all day on the first day of the new year, but it stopped at night.

In the city of mang, no matter if it is the tile-roofed houses scattered high and low, or the high-walled compound stretching in the sky, every household hangs red lanterns, fireworks and firecrackers are set off in the snow, and Ci Yalong carries the lanterns all over the place. The city circled, the dragons and humans congratulated each other, and the voices of "Shangshanglong's birthday" and "Shangshanglong live" were heard endlessly, which seemed extraordinarily festive.

Located between Yanyi Kingdom and Taihe Kingdom in the southeast, Yichang City is a newly built royal city with a population of one million. The entire city is heavily fortified and covers a vast area. It probably has enough silver. The city was built within half a year. , astonished the world.

The new king of the Dragon Clan, Emperor Si Ying, lived in this city.

Legend has it that the emperor's palace was built above the clouds, resplendent and luxurious.

The dragon people who had been poor for 600 years suddenly lived a well-off life, but they were not used to it. Elder An Jiuxiang, who was in charge of the financial secretary, was trembling in Woxuan Palace, and offered all the expenses for this year.

Taking advantage of the fact that the dragon chair was empty and Emperor Si Ying hadn't arrived yet, he dared to complain to the princes.

"This money is spent like running water. There will never be enough money in the treasury. Don't you worry about it? The sage has put his life on the line. He must take down the Tianyan Kingdom this year. But the army is not sufficient. I am always worried and can't sleep at night. ..."

"Hey, Jiuxiang, I don't even look at what day it is today, so why are you talking about this?" King Antai frowned, took a sip of his wine, but couldn't help nagging, "The kindness your Majesty has shown to my Dragon Clan is really great." It is worth remembering forever. But now I can’t figure out what the Holy Majesty is thinking. He said that there will be a war, but the money that should be spent and the money that should not be spent will not be lost. Will this year’s war be fought or not? gone?"

In the past three years, countless dragon clans have come to join in the city of Yikuo, including the largest dragon villages. At this time, besides King Antai, King Aoxuan, King Zhukuo, and Yuanzhong were sitting at the banquet. Wang, King Pingcheng, and Panlong Envoy An Zechuan, the joy on the faces of the six people was overwhelmed by An Jiuxiang's words.

King Ao Xuan, who has always been prudent, said: "Why don't we have a good talk with him when the sage comes up later? There is always a way to discuss everything. According to the spies ahead, there has been a big movement in the realm of comprehension recently. Auspicious, I don't know if there is another powerful person in the world, so I have to guard against it."

"Yes, yes, why don't you take the lead, King Aoxuan? I don't know what Master Panlongshi means?" the young King Heisei said.

Panlong Envoy An Zechuan took a sip of his wine and was about to speak when a man's voice as bright as broken jade resounded impressively.

"I knew it would be good for a few old men to get together, and sure enough, they were talking nonsense behind my back."

Everyone's faces suddenly changed color, and they all stood up with a swipe.

The next moment, there was a young man on the dragon chair. He had a golden crown on his bun, and he was wearing a black gold-rimmed dragon robe. He had a slender waist and long legs, leaning on the back of the large chair. , stepping on the dragon chair with one foot, and resting his hands casually on his knees.

"Why, I'm collectively dumb when I come here?" Wei Siying's eyes fluttered, and he glanced at the kings kneeling in a hurry on the ground. The temperature in the warm Woxuan Palace suddenly dropped a few degrees.

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