Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea is famous for its elixir and fairy grass, and the ancestral court of the sect is located here.

The magnificent Biyou Palace, shrouded in ten thousand rays of light, is quietly suspended in the center of the island.

An endless stream of immortals and demons soared through the clouds, their faces were peaceful, and they worshiped sincerely.

Two figures, one old and one young, suddenly appeared above the fairy island.

Wu Xingyu stood beside the Tongtian Sect Master, looked down, and said with sincere admiration:

"It really deserves to be the first major religion of Xuanmen that enjoys the "worship of the gods, and the immortals come to the court"!"

The Tongtian Sect Master stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Yes, yes, ten thousand immortals come to the dynasty, only I can afford to intercept the teaching, haha. ”

He was so immodest, Wu Xingyu could only laugh awkwardly, he didn't know how to answer the conversation, and in a blink of an eye, he swept to the golden defense array on the periphery of Immortal Island, and asked tentatively:

"Master, is this golden formation the Zhuxian Sword Formation?"

"Not bad. The Tongtian Sect Master glanced at him in surprise, nodded slightly, and said, "However, there is only the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian are not among them." ”

Wu Xingyu nodded in understanding, and muttered in a low voice:

"The first murder weapon of the Heavenly Dao, once it is sacrificed, there will be an infinite aura of destruction that will envelop chaos, and the color of endless killing will cover Hongmeng, which is indeed not suitable for being taken out easily. ”

In front of the saint, his whispering was equivalent to taking off his pants and farting, and he was clearly heard by the Tongtian Sect Master.

"You know a lot. ”

Wu Xingyu hurriedly lowered his head and replied in a nervous tone:

"Banmen get an axe, please atone for your sins. ”

"It's okay, let's go back to the main hall first, and you tell me in detail about the fraud in the god list. The Tongtian Sect Master's tone was as usual, he raised his hand and waved, along with the people around him, and disappeared again.

The main hall of Biyou Palace.

Duobao Daoist is explaining the cultivation method to the immortals and demons:

"Practicing luck, the Tao is self-......"

Before he finished speaking, his waving right hand stopped in mid-air, his face turned to surprise, and he shouted to everyone:

"Everyone, hurry up and prepare, Shizun is about to return to the palace!"

The Holy Mother, immortals, and demon spirits below were all very excited, and they all got up and moved closer to both sides, facing the entrance of the main hall, looking forward to it, waiting for the Tongtian Sect Master to arrive.

Not long after, two figures flashed at the entrance of the steps of the main hall of Biyou Palace.

The auspicious clouds dissipated under his feet, and Wu Xingyu landed steadily on the ground, followed behind the Tongtian Sect Master, and stepped on the steps inlaid with gems.

Looking around, I found that the steps under my feet and the reliefs in the distance were emitting soft light, and the touch would stir up a halo, which was dreamlike.

There are many fairy grass plants on the left and right guardrails, clinging to the surface of the railing, and the transparent root system is exposed, and the spiritual power visible to the naked eye flows in it.

When someone approaches, the leaves of the plant will simulate a human form and take on a bowing pose.

Looking through the railing and looking at the ground, the island is full of aura, but it is not clear to see.

However, the occasional unknown mythical beast that flies by is breathtaking.

The rare treasures, mythical beasts and giant trees that can only be seen in movies are now in front of you, and you can touch them, Wu Xingyu is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, dazzling.

The Tongtian Sect Master was not in a hurry, and slowly walked up the stairs, waiting for him with a smile.

At this moment, a five-clawed golden dragon flew towards Biyou Palace.

Call~

The dragon's body was filled with a misty aura, and it swept in front of Wu Xingyu, soaring upward.

In the next second, it turned into a streamer and landed in front of the Tongtian Sect Master, the light faded, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe bent down and bowed his head, saluting:

"Meet the Master of the Heavenly Sect. ”

The Tongtian Sect Master nodded slightly, and said flatly:

"Ao Jia, are your injuries healed?"

"Thank you for your concern, the injury has healed. Ao Jia replied respectfully.

He paused for a few seconds, bent a few more points, and said in a low voice:

"Master, if I stay here, I'll cause trouble for you, and this will be ......"

"It doesn't matter. The Tongtian Sect Master waved his hand, "Heavenly Court is still not at ease with your dragon clan, and if you go out now, you will only end up in the same fate as your clan." ”

Poof!

Ao Jia knelt down, the dragon horn above his forehead touched the ground, and he knelt down and said:

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life. ”

He was silent for another second, and said in a deep voice:

"Why! Why is it still after a thousand years...... Don't trust us dragons yet!"

The voice was sad, and he actually cried when he said it.

Wu Xingyu slowed down, stood behind the Tongtian Sect Master, and silently looked at the crying middle-aged man.

Could it be Ao Bing's eldest brother?

"Hey, get up. The Tongtian Sect Master raised his hand and lifted Ao Jia up with a current, "Wait a little longer, when the time is ripe, your dragon clan will naturally see the light of day again." ”

Ao Jia quickly wiped away his tears and nodded heavily.

The Tongtian Sect Master said again:

"This is the disciple I just received. ”

Wu Xingyu heard Shizun mention himself, hurriedly stepped forward, and arched his hand:

"In Xia Wu Xingyu, it was not long before I got started, and I asked Ao seniors to give me more advice in the future. ”

Ao Jia hurriedly raised his hand to return the salute and said with a smile:

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

"Let's go. The all-over leader waved his sleeves and led the way up the second step.

Wu Xingyu hurriedly followed.

"How can a mortal who has no cultivation be accepted as an apprentice by the sect master?" Ao Jia put down his respectful gesture and looked at the figure who was climbing the stairs suspiciously.

As soon as his mind moved, he sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power not far away, and immediately turned into a streamer, flew away from the extraterrestrial spiritual light platform of Biyou Palace, and hid in the spiritual mist of Penglai Immortal Island.

A few minutes later, the figures of an old man and a young man appeared at the main entrance of the main hall.

The originally quiet hall instantly sounded a uniform greeting voice:

"Meet the Master of the Heavenly Sect. ”

"Meet the Master of the Heavenly Sect. ”

……

The moment the saint stepped into the main hall, the worship of the gods and monks on both sides began to sound.

Wu Xingyu straightened his chest and followed behind him, looking at both sides with his peripheral vision.

A lewd man with rabbit ears on the right should be the long-eared Dingguang Immortal, the future traitor of the sect, who stole the six soul flags of the Tongtian Sect Master.

A birdman with a double head and a beak like an eagle in front of the left should be a winged fairy, and the body is a Dapeng golden-winged eagle, a famous honest man in the battle of the gods.

Looking further, I found that the three beauties looked extremely similar, they must be Sanxiao Niangniang, that is, the three of them relied on the Nine Curves of the Yellow River Array, and the Kunlun Twelve Golden Immortals had no power to fight back.

Swept through a lot of unknown characters.

Looking at the right again, I found an old man dressed in gorgeous clothes and dressed like a Christmas tree, who should be the chief disciple of the master of the Tongtian Sect, named Duobao Daoren, worthy of his name, with many magic weapons on his body.

……

Wu Xingyu sighed silently:

The room is full of immortals, the battle of the gods is over, and there are few survivors.

No longer look at their faces, but stop and wait for orders.

At this time, Tongtian sat on the throne of the main hall, waved his hand, and the sound of worship dissipated, and the gods and demons were silent, waiting for him to speak.

After being silent for a long time, the Tongtian Sect Master spoke: