Outside the clouds, above the heavenly court, the fairy mist is shrouded, and it seems to be as illusory as a dream. www.biquge.info Gradually, the hazy fairy mist receded, and I saw the solemn and majestic Nantianmen Wei Wei towering, guarding the ten Zhentian marshals on both sides, all wearing golden helmets and armor, holding golden guns. The following ten silver-armored divine soldiers, one by one, holding halberds and hanging whips, holding swords and swords.

Fan Chen stood outside the Nantian Gate, and there was no longer a figure of Qianhui and them, this was the first time she had ascended the Nine Heavens, the first time she entered the Heavens, she was a little frightened and walked to the Nantian Gate.

"Dare to ask the immortals, has the Qianhui Divine Venerable entered the Heavenly Palace?

Fan Chen saluted and asked General Zhentian under the Nantian Gate.

One of the gentle-looking Marshal Zhentian looked at her for half a minute, and saw that her body was full of immortal energy, but she had never seen entering and exiting this Nantian Gate, so he asked: "Where are you from the little immortal? Why do you ask Qianhui Divine Venerable?"

Fan Chen smiled lightly, saluted again and replied: "Xiao Xian's name is Fan Chen, he is the thirteen disciples of Qianhui Shenzun, he just came up from Ni Xian Mountain, and he had something to tell the master, so he hurried over, and hoped that the general would let Xiao Xian enter the Heavenly Palace!"

Facing the gentle Marshal Zhentian, he laughed heartily and praised Fan Chen: "It turns out to be the thirteen disciples newly accepted by the Qianhui Divine Venerable, Fan Chen Yuanjun, please come in!"

"Thank you, Marshal!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Chen hurriedly stepped into the Nantian Gate, only to see several hundred-zhang huge pillars standing majestically. The pillar is engraved with a golden coiling dragon pattern, like a living thing ready to move, very vivid, coiling upwards on the pillar, as if it will rush out at any time to look up to the sky and roar.

At the end of dozens of pillars, there are looming giant halls. The golden light flowed, emitting a golden light in the clouds.

Let Fan Chen feel that there is an urge to kneel on his knees and worship in front of the giant hall!

The whole piece of nine-fold heavenly golden light is rolling red, thousands of rui qi spraying purple mist, Tianqionglou Yuyu, golden and brilliant, magnificent, fairy mist.

Fan Chen stood at the foot of the steps of the Zixiao Palace, and was stopped by the guards to prevent her from stepping into the confines of the Zixiao Palace. No matter how much she pleaded, the guards would not let her enter the palace, saying that the Emperor was preparing to discuss important matters in the palace.

She stood there in a hurry, and could only see one immortal after another walking past her and entering the Zixiao Palace.

Not far away, an imposing immortal walked over, followed by a young immortal, Fan Chen's eyes lit up, this is not the Xia Shangshen who was in the Purple Spirit Hall yesterday, if he can help himself, wouldn't he be able to enter the Zixiao Palace.

Fan Chen was overjoyed, ran happily, and hurriedly bowed to the god of Xia.

"Xiaoxian meets the god of Xia!"

Qi Xia looked displeased, looking at the little fairy who blocked his way, and appeared out of nowhere, he was very unhappy, his face was even more stinky than Fang Cai at this time, and he scolded Fan Chen angrily: "Quickly retreat, don't block the way of the gods!"

After finishing speaking, he saw that Fan Chen, still standing motionless in front of him, with no intention of retreating, and roared angrily: "You are just a little immortal, why don't you get out of the way of the god of this book! If you have to look at the god of this book, you can take a look at some colors!"

Fan Chen saw that the god of Xia was so angry, and hurriedly explained: "Please forgive the gods, Xiaoxian is the thirteen disciples of the Qianhui God Venerable of Nixian Mountain, yesterday Xiaoxian had a relationship with the gods, and asked the gods to take the little fairy into the Zixiao Palace." ”

Qi Xia flicked his sleeves impatiently, pushed away the mortal dust, and scolded in his mouth: "Go, go, what thirteen disciples, the god doesn't remember to see you! Don't delay the important matter of the god in the book!"

Fan Chen hurriedly ran forward, stopped in front of Qi Xia again, and saluted again: "I also hope that the god will take the little fairy into the Zixiao Palace!"

Qi Xia angrily raised her hand and was about to fan her away, but was pulled by the young man behind her, Fan Chen fixed his eyes and looked at it, hey, isn't this the gentle and elegant Yan boy in green clothes yesterday.

The young man said: "Father, she is indeed a disciple of Nixian Mountain, and yesterday I remembered that she was indeed in the Purple Spirit Hall!"

It turns out that he is the son of God, why is his personality so bad! Fan Chen looked at the young man in surprise, and secretly muttered to himself.

"Whether it is or not, it is important at the moment!" said as if listening to his son's persuasion, his eyes glaring at mortal dust.

"Please also ask Yuanjun to follow me!" Qi Xi instructed Fan Chen, who was so happy that he immediately retreated to the side when he heard this, and followed the Xia Shangshen and Qi Xi Shangxian into the Zixiao Palace.

"Fan Chen?" Qian Hui stood in the Zixiao Palace, and when she saw that her disciple Fan Chen had caught up with the Heavenly Palace, she thought that what she was saying was very important, so she hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Fanchen, why did you come to the Heavenly Palace?"

"Master!" Fan Chen stepped forward and hurriedly bowed to Qianhui.

Qian Hui pulled through the crowd in the hall through the mortal dust, stood in a corner of the hall and asked puzzledly, "What is the matter?"

"Master, the disciple listened to your instructions to take care of Sikong Shangxian yesterday, but unexpectedly, the disciple saw the black qi emitted from his body, and this morning he almost fainted, the disciple felt that this matter was very strange!"

"Is this true?" Qian Hui looked frightened and stared at Fan Chen.

Fan Chen nodded affirmatively, and affirmed to her: "Master, the disciple is true, and he will not dare to deceive the master!"

Qian Hui sensed that the matter was very serious, she looked sideways at the Sikong Shangxian in the crowd, and saw that although he was the same, she believed that her disciple would not lie to herself.

She hurriedly stepped forward and said a few words to Sikong, and then took him out of the hall.

"What does the Divine Venerable have to tell the Immortals?" asked Sikong Heyan Yuese.

"The deity is worried that you will not recover from your injury, so I don't mind if the deity uses a spell to check it on you again, right?" Qianhui knew that it was difficult to say that he had evil qi in him, so he had to find an excuse to treat him.

"Hehehe... Thank you for the care of the gods, the gods only cast spells, and the immortals believe in the immortal skills and medical skills of the gods!"

As soon as Qian Hui heard what he said, she cast a spell on him to check if there was any evil qi in her body, but no matter how much immortal magic she used, there was no evil qi on Sikong Shangxian!

"Xia Xian's injuries are fine, right?" Sikong asked as he looked at Qianhui with concern.

"No, it's okay!" replied Qianhui, then turned to Fan Chen.

"Fanchen, go back to Nixian Mountain!"

"Master, but!"

"Let's go back!"

"Yes!" Although Fan Chen was unwilling, he could only follow the master's orders.

Qian Hui and Sikong walked back to the Zixiao Palace, and Fan Chen walked down the stone steps slowly, feeling very unwilling.

Obviously, I was not mistaken, why couldn't even the master see the evil qi, could it be that the evil qi was immortalized by the immortal qi of Zixia Peak? Maybe this evil qi was not even detected by the master? Then the big thing was not good, and I must strictly investigate it clearly.

Fan Chen made up his mind to prove that he was not mistaken.

A breeze rose, and a man in white suddenly appeared outside the Zixiao Palace, his eyes staring at the distant back, he was majestic and calm, his face was as clear as an engraving, and the whole person emitted a kind of king aura that shocked the world.

Muttered out a few words: "Like, really like!"