"Eight hundred years later, your temperament has not changed!" The slender figure of Changxi Shangzun turned his back to Fengxiu and sighed,

Seeing Shizun appear, Xun Yu quietly hid the surprise in his eyes, and let go of his right hand that was clenched behind his back, only he knew that when he knelt in the snow valley for a long time, he did not wait for Changxi Shangzun. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After feeling the supreme coercion of the Demon Venerable, he was very anxious, thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of a way, thinking of luring the Demon Venerable into the Snow Valley, and using the formation of the Snow Valley to temporarily trap the Demon Venerable. Unexpectedly, Changxi Shangzun would appear at this last moment.

"Humph!" Feng Xiu flicked his long sleeves, faced Changxi, and snorted coldly.

The field was quiet, the needle drop could be heard, and the brief confrontation between the two added a breath of condensation and solemnity to the meditation stage. Changxi finally turned around, and after more than a hundred years, he appeared in front of everyone again, still dressed in white, gentle and elegant, with a simple hairband binding a loose green silk, and there were no ornaments on his body, nor any ornaments to match the unpretentious but indifferent temperament.

Changxi Shangzun's right hand was raised lightly, and a white enchantment enveloped the people in the immortal realm on the meditation platform, protecting them and isolating the voices of the outside world. Only he and the three figures of the Demon Realm were left on the meditation platform.

Jin Mo glanced in the direction where Zhong Lixie was hiding, and then led Shao Chen to retreat to the corner, leaving the huge high platform for the two who had been opponents for thousands of years. Strangely, the two didn't do it immediately, but just looked at each other fixedly, as if they were brewing something, and their eyes were as long and deep as time and space.

"Brother Jin Mo, what are they doing?" Shao Chen blinked his bright purple eyes and looked up at Jin Mo, looking excited, Shizun really still cared about her, she had suffered in the fairy world for a year, and Shizun was finally willing to forgive her for her mistakes three years ago! Now, as long as you return to the Demon Realm and regenerate the Nether Pattern smoothly, everything can be the same as before.

"Well, they're gathering momentum." Jin Mo touched his chin, rubbed his little head, and said.

Seeing that they had not moved, Shao Yan shook his head and shook off Jin Mo's control, sat cross-legged, and breathed herself, she had to recover her magic power as soon as possible, and then she could help Shizun.

The people in the enchantment seemed to be in a void space, unable to see the outside world or hear any outside sounds, and the four realm lords gathered together, ignoring the noise of the people, sitting on the ground, discussing the current situation.

"Changxi's cultivation has improved again!" The oldest Ji Weng Shangxian sighed with emotion.

In terms of age, Changxi Shangzun is still slightly smaller than Ji Weng Shangxian, but at this time, he is no longer in the same realm on the way to cultivating immortals. Thousands of years ago, Changxi had been promoted to the throne, becoming the youngest of the nine heavens and ten earths, although this record was soon broken by his junior sister Feng Yan, but Changxi's name is still a legend in the fairy world, and the equally amazing and brilliant Feng Yan junior sister disappeared in the Six Realms like a flash in the pan, alas, far away, Ji Weng Shangxian shook his head, no longer thinking about those old things.

"The master has been in retreat for many years, and the Taoism has achieved its own success, and this time against the Demon Venerable, it must be a hand-to-hand capture." Lingsu Shangxian bowed slightly, her brows furrowed, in her heart, Shizun Changxi was invincible.

"There are only two people in the Demon Realm, I wonder if there is any other conspiracy?" Qifeng's immortal expression was obscure, and he expressed his worries. Although there are only two people in the Demon Realm, now that the three of them are gathered, they can reach tens of millions of demon soldiers, and their strength is really not to be underestimated.

Yiyun Shangxian was still immersed in his own world, not affected by the environment at all, sitting cross-legged, gathering his mind, and silently reciting the meditation mantra over and over again in his mouth.

"Extreme Weng Shangxian, the Demon Venerable has descended, but you have to report it for nine days?" An immortal from Zhongnan Mountain came to the Extreme Weng Shangxian and asked respectfully.

"Excuse me! Penglai is moving a lot today, and Jiutian is afraid that he already knows about it. "Ji Weng Shangxian flicked his sleeves and said. Since Jiutian already knew about it, he didn't send anyone to support, so he guessed that he was also afraid of the prestige of the Demon Venerable. Eight hundred years ago, if it weren't for Changxi Shangzun, I am afraid that none of those old guys above the Nine Heavens would be left.

"Yes." The immortal respectfully saluted the four lords one by one before retreating.

"Does the Demon Venerable really hate the immortals?" Yiyun Shangxian asked with his lips. Ji Weng Shangxian and the others were silent, and the answer was obvious.

"Alas!" Ji Weng Shangxian sighed, I don't know if he was lamenting the strength of the Demon Venerable, or lamenting the weakness of the fairy world.

Everyone had no choice but to wait quietly for the results outside.