The main hall of the General's Mansion in the North.

Almost all the Nirvana Realm powerhouses in the Great Sui have come here.

The purpose of this northern meeting ...... is not only a review of the battle of Tianhailou and the deduction of the White Emperor dragon scales, but also the "temptation" of the prince behind it.

And so there was this competition.

The expressions of several Nirvanas were a little complicated, for them personally, no matter which holy mountain it was, no matter what kind of power it was, they were not willing to be enemies of Shen Yuanjun, this talented young man had already proven his strength on the battlefield.

But under the "pressure" of Tiandu City, they must prove their loyalty.

Shen Yuanjun said softly: "Mrs. Gu, if your husband is not there, you might as well talk about it another day." I'm afraid I'll hurt you. ”

Gu Yiren shook his head and said, "Sir, you don't have to be polite. ”

She and Song Que are both "twisting fire", "sitting and forgetting", and the Nirvana seat of achievement is a real Nirvana realm, but they are looked down upon by some great powers, and what they have worked hard to cultivate is a gift from God...... Not a meaning.

However, the nirvana obtained by "twisting fire" is not not weak.

The Koo people have this self-confidence.

Her hands fell, one left and one right, and a long sword slipped out of her robe, and a dusty one was whisked.

Behind the Koo Yi people is the West Queen Mother Temple.

and Lingshan.

Her statement made the expression of the envoy of the Red Breeze River change, and the envoy who came to the north for the "prince" showed a faint smile, he was very happy to see such a situation...... Daozong, Lingshan's attitude is a good precursor.

His Highness has instructed himself not to exert pressure.

Just bring the words to.

The situation in the palace is recorded by means of heavenly beads or soul thoughts, and it can be presented to the palace when returning to the heavenly capital.

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Qianyujun was nervous in his heart, standing beside his senior brother, trying to control his face without the slightest wave.

It's as if this fight is not a big deal.

Before the Northern Realm Conference was held, Shen Yuanjun had told him.

There will definitely be a contest in the temple.

And it must be the power of the Nirvana realm.

In fact, Qianqian didn't understand what was the use of his own cultivation coming to this occasion...... As the senior brother said, his role is to hold the field.

It's all Nirvana.

Can you hold up as a star monarch?

Exhale deeply.

He was just about to speak, and Shen Yuanjun, who was sitting in his seat and twisting the wine glass in one hand, opened his mouth with a smile and said, "Since Mrs. Gu has made a request for 'Discussion of the Dao'...... Under nature will not refuse. ”

Qianzhen was slightly stunned.

He looked at his senior brother with a hint of astonishment.

Shen Yuanjun was depressed, and slowly stood up, every hair on the big hall was blown by the gusts of wind set off outside the hall, shaking out a fierce killing intent, at this moment, he seemed to be the god who dominated everything in this hall.

A savage domineering spirit radiates from this man's body.

Shen Yuanjun asked in a deep voice.

"In addition to the temple master of the Queen Mother of the West, who else wants to 'talk about the Tao', you might as well go together, so as not to waste time. ”

This sentence is the reason why Qianzhen was stunned!

Senior Brother not only has to accept those great cultivators who have a lot of time to live, and the "Dao" in their mouths, but also proposes to have one person against many enemies!

"What a big breath......"

A cold voice sounded in the hall, from a white-eyed old man in a black robe, the voice was old, he represented the "Little Wuliang Mountain" in the west, since the small Wuliang Mountain's covered sea star, the mountain lord was killed by Xu Zang one after another, the entire holy mountain fell into turmoil, the lotus dojo traveled around the showdown, only then did the Holy Son seat be decided, over the years, the violent death of the big man of the small Wuliang Mountain, resulting in the loss of the secret art, the secret treasure at the bottom of the mountain was not holy until recently

The Son and the elders opened and awakened an existence that had been sleeping for a hundred years with an "edict".

It is the same as the Chaotianzi of "Ying Tianfu", the King of Shengle.

This is the last hole card of the Holy Mountain, once used, there is bad luck, generally the last moment, forced to last.

If Xiao Wuliang Mountain does not invite its ancestors, I am afraid that it will be removed from the "Holy Mountain" seat, and it will not be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with other holy mountains in the western realm.

The turmoil of a thousand years of luck.

This old ancestor looked at Shen Yuanjun and said in a long voice, "Young juniors, they are indeed full of energy, but they need to know how to be modest and courteous, judge the situation, and not be arrogant, too arrogant, you must know ...... Pei Min was not so arrogant at the beginning. ”

"It's not helpful to say more. ”

Shen Yuanjun smiled and said, "The old gentleman wants to go up to the palace to fight with him?"

The ancestor of Xiao Wuliang Mountain narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "The old man naturally will not miss such a precious opportunity to 'discuss the Tao', the four realms of the Great Sui Dynasty all say that the northern realm is unparalleled in the abyss, and today we must take a look, what is the 'unparalleled world'?"

This seems to be a frank statement.

But there was a lot of sarcasm in the tone.

"The old gentleman might as well come up now, and the junior will definitely give the gentleman a satisfactory answer. ”

Shen Yuanjun's face was calm, and he opened his mouth to invite.

The ancestor of Xiao Wuliang Mountain laughed, sitting in his position like a big Buddha, indifferent, it seemed that he had made up his mind, not the first to make a move, to wait and see the cultivation and combat power of this young man.

Shen Yuanjun's eyes revealed an imperceptible pity.

No one caught it.

Gu Yiren held the magic weapon in her left and right hands, and she looked at the young man in the big hat, slowly walking down the hall, and the sense of oppression in the air became strong.

Slowly stepped down from the general's seat.

Shen Yuanjun's voice rang out.

"All of you here, I don't mind going up together, if you want to 'talk about the Tao', why don't you go with the West Queen Mother Temple. ”

No response.

Su Musha picked up the teacup and blew a breath of hot air.

The Qiang Mountain Ancestor looked solemn, his hands pressed on his knees, and the long sword trembled.

The "Jiuquanzi" of the Red River drank a big gulp, his cheeks were red and hot, his eyes were drunk, and he had no intention of getting up.

No one.

There is no second person.

Shen Yuanjun's voice crossed the space of the main hall, and it was very regrettable that it sounded in the sea of gods of the Gu Yiren.

"Mrs. Gu, you shouldn't have been the first to make a move. ”

The hostess of the West Queen Mother Temple frowned, and in the next moment, there was a dense buzz from the other end of the main hall, like wisps of hurricanes converging...... She looked at the tall man who had stepped down from the general's seat with some distraction.

Shen Yuanjun's shoulders were draped in a large fire, turned into a burning wildfire, the roots of the hair danced into a golden flame, the surging tide ignited around the dome of the main hall, "boom", the flames reflected a piece of glass in the hall, like Elysium, turned on the lamp, and the night was broken!

The thunder in the distance, the rainy night, were all torn apart by the magnificent divine power at this moment.

The man who stepped down from the general's seat seemed to have ascended the "throne of God".

The "wildfire" was stuffed into the girl's sword qi cave by Shen Yuanjun, and the unparalleled flying sword was not around.

He raised one hand, his robe flipped over, and his two fingers were twisted together, gently falling on his eyebrows.

In Gu Yiren's pupils, a golden flame became more and more intense.

Standing at the highest point of the main hall, serving Qianzhenjun who was accompanying his senior brother, because the realm was not enough, he only felt that his eyes were golden, and he couldn't see anything, and the blazing golden light drowned everything in front of him...... It was like a sea of golden sword qi, which was released without reservation the moment Shen Yuanjun raised his hand!

His mind was also washed away by this layer of sword qi

On and off.

Brother......

It's not that it's all in disrepair, how can there be strength......

The woman mightily raised her hands.

The dust turned into thousands of silver lights, like a sky-high waterfall, lingering and colliding, colliding with the golden light.

The long sword held in the other hand turned into wind and thunder, stabbing fiercely in the direction of Shen Yuanjun.

The man in the big coat, shrouded in golden swords, like an immortal in the sky, put down the two fingers pressed on his eyebrows with an indifferent expression, put his hands behind his back, and calmly looked at the sword stabbed by Gu Yiren.

All around him, the wind and snow were blowing.

A great cold sword intent that was diametrically opposed to the "Golden Sword" rolled around Shen Yuanjun's body, and a sword in the Nirvana realm was frozen a few zhang away, and then shattered.

"Boom".

A low pulling sound like a dragon's roar sounded in the main hall.

Gu Yiren's back hit the stone pillar blessed by the talisman, and directly knocked one of the stone pillars into a cobweb, almost shattering...... This general's palace has Pei Min's blessing, extremely resistant to demolition, the northern meeting has been held more than once, Pei Min has done it here, and has never damaged an object, which shows the solidity of this hall.

See also...... The strength of Shen Yuanjun's blow just now.

The mistress of the West Queen Mother Temple's expression was pale, and a faint golden flame burned on her scales, and with the action of sliding and falling, the flames were annihilated, and at the same time, a line of blood overflowed from the corners of her lips.

Gu Yiren coughed uncontrollably, and hurriedly stretched out a hand to cover his lips to prevent his most embarrassed side from being revealed.

The hall was silent.

There was no sound.

The envoy of the Red River looked horrified, and he looked at the man standing in the midst of the wind and snow and flames, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Shen Yuanjun's expression was extremely calm, and in the whole duel, he only made a very simple move.

Raise your hand.

Press the eyebrows.

Unleash the sword qi cave sky.

Then it hit the Koo people in the West Queen Mother Temple.

All Nirvanas have seen this battle clearly.

Even Jiuquanzi, who was originally drunk, raised his head, his eyes were burning, and he stared at Shen Yuan.

No one reads it...... What the hell did Shen Yuanjun do.

Where did the fire come from.

Where does the wind and snow come from.

Shen Yuanjun did not use the method of "transmitting sound into secret" again, but spoke in the main hall, "The swords are fighting, and I can't stop it, this time I was injured, I am afraid that Mrs. Gu will have to rest for a long time." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the great powers that had been invited.

"Who else would like to talk to me?"

No one answered.

Shen Yuanjun smiled and looked at the old ancestor of the Little Wuliang Mountain, "Senior, please?"

The coldness in his eyes was full of meaning.

It's your turn.

The old man in a black shirt and white eyebrows was silent for a long time, and then said hoarsely, "Sure enough, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves, the young people are full of energy, and the prospects are unlimited. When it comes to the Tao, it is natural to come, but the old man is old, so he doesn't need to do anything in the temple, and he debates one or two with the art of the divine soul, which can be regarded as an exchange. ”

After saying this, the hall was even more deadly silent.

Qianqijun couldn't suppress a sneer.

It's the long insight.

The longer people live, the more afraid of death is, this sentence is not false at all, some people, a handful of years to live to dogs.

This ancestor of the little Wuliang Mountain, when he saw his senior brother making a move, he couldn't get off the stage, so he didn't even want his face?

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(I wish you all a happy new year, new ideas, all the best, peace and joy in advance.) In addition, the recent epidemic should not be underestimated, everyone should try to avoid going out during the Chinese New Year, and they must do a good job of protection when they go out. ）