Kunshan, covered with ice and snow all year round, is a vast sea of snow as far as the eye can see.

There are goose feathers in the sky, and heavy snow is falling.

The black pressure on the ground pressed a group of demon clans in different clothes to worship devoutly, and they all looked grim and had different eyes.

The patriarch of the Linlong clan looked like an old dragon bell, his old face was expressionless, and in the deep layers of his eyes, he squinted at a group of people from the Tushan Nine-Tailed Fox Clan not far away.

The elder of the sect, the nine tails, noticed the gaze, and the two eyes collided, looking at each other coldly.

This scene fell into the eyes of Feng Lan and Teng Jue, and they looked at each other.

Now that I have chosen the Linlong clan, I don't know if it's right or wrong.

All of this fell into Si Yin's eyes, and his gaze faintly fell to the few people standing with the Lin Dragon Clan, and after a glance, he did not find the figures of the White Feather Crane Clan and the Burning Cloud Wolf Clan.

Looking around, in the noisy crowd he saw two belated families.

"Look, that's Bai Mohan!"

"They came just in time for the Ten Thousand Demon Festival, and the ceremony is about to begin."

"Yun Shao is mighty!"

"It would be nice to bow down in the midst of their mountain gates." ……

The crowd was talking.

"Huh~" A crisp crane chirp came, and there was a sudden silence all around, and everyone looked up.

I saw a young man dressed in black brocade sitting on a white crane. The black robe was flying, the cuffs were embroidered with gold trim, and the black official belt on the top of the head fluttered in the black hair with the cold wind between the ears. He is delicate-looking, with a little handsome beauty, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of peach blossom eyes on his thin cheeks.

Behind him, a group of young men and women in blue and white cotton robes followed.

The man is Bai Mohan, the patriarch of the White Feather Crane Clan, and the youngest person in charge of these ancient bloodline families. Because his father was 2,000 years old, the responsibility of the parents was handed over to him, although the elders of the same clan were not convinced, but fortunately, in this thousand years, he had all the tricks and means, and the cultivation method was not a problem, and the family "infighting" subsided.

Si Yin's eyes left, and Bai Mohan met him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The white crane fell, and a tall figure walked up.

"Brother Siyin, if it weren't for this Ten Thousand Demon Festival, I wouldn't have seen you for a long time." Hearty laughter came.

Bai Mohan looked him up and down, "It seems that your spiritual power has increased further." ”

"Goodbye, five hundred years ago." A rare smile appeared on Siyin's indifferent face, "I see that you are also advancing by leaps and bounds." ”

Bai Mohan grinned, the two have been friends for thousands of years, and when friends meet, everything is in plain sight.

"Brother Mohan." A crisp female voice came, and Si Yu jumped out from behind her brother, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Sister Siyu." Bai Mohan's eyes fell, and Junxiu's face had a warm smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's okay." ”

A flush crept up Siyu's fair cheeks, and she lowered her eyes and nodded, "Everything is fine." ”

The fawn in her heart is rambling, she has known the man in front of her for thousands of years like her brother, but gradually, her good impression of him is increasing.

Si Yin looked at his sister's shy appearance, and then looked at Bai Mohan's burning gaze, he felt helpless that the two of them had affection, but they didn't pick it off.

While they were talking, a dark shadow galloped overhead.

It was none other than the Blazing Cloud Wolf Clan.

I saw that the leader was a middle-aged man dressed in black fur and shoulders, he was two meters tall, strong, rugged-looking, with a long black beard, a pair of black eyes and a pair of bright eyes, but a finger-long scar extended from the corner of his right eye to the bun, adding a touch of majesty and cruelty to him.

His gaze swept over the people of the Lin Dragon Clan, and there was a flash of contempt.

This person is the patriarch of the Burning Cloud Wolf Clan, Lie Changfeng. He was followed by a group of clansmen, and beside him was a young man in a black power suit, his face was handsome, his lines were clear, and he had the feeling of a sunny big boy. A pair of sword eyebrows are in a bun, handsome eyes are attentive, and the hooked nose shape makes him look a little more cold.

He is the only son of Lie Changfeng, Lie Yun.

They flew straight towards the high platform and landed at the front, ignoring the dissatisfaction of the Lin Dragon clan behind them.

Seeing that the people of the Linlong Clan were a little deflated, the people of the Tushan Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and the White Feather Crane Clan looked at each other, their faces were happy, and they shouted in their hearts.

And at this moment, at the high platform, as the sound of heavy drum beats became more and more frequent, Feng Chaoyun's dancing brought a heroic and sharp aura, her blonde hair was flying, her eyes looked arrogant, her sharpened chin was slightly high, and her red lips evoked a confident smile. The sleeves of her coat were elegantly flung out, drawing a graceful arc in the sky, and she flicked between her feet and flew into the air.

In this colleague, an aura transformed into a golden phoenix and held her up steadily.

She had words in her mouth, pinched the seal in her hand, and shouted with a crisp voice, "Get up!" ”

The phoenix cries and flutters its wings into the sky.

Everyone on the ground looked up, and many men coveted and admired them.

"It's so beautiful!"

"If you can get this beauty, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Chaoyun! Chaoyun! ”…

The crowd was restless, accompanied by the sound of heavy drums, and it was very lively.

The golden figure stood firmly on the phoenix, slowly flying down from the sky, her figure was graceful, her temperament was extremely heavy, with flying blonde hair and fluttering long skirts, as if she was descending from the earth.

"The sky is the contract, the earth is the contract, all things are in tripod, the demon law is cultivated, the spiritual road is built, and the beginning of all demons!"

Feng Chaoyun drank in her mouth, her crisp voice echoed for a long time, the golden spiritual power in her hand waved, and everyone below had serious faces, and they pinched their hands one after another, and the spiritual power of various colors gathered, with a voice, "Get up!" ”

All the aura flew out, a little aura, colorful, towards the top of Kunshan.

"Knock knock!"

The drums are beaten, the final hammer falls, and everything is quiet.

Feng Chaoyun fell from the golden phoenix and stood on the high platform, she folded her hands and hugged her chest, closed her eyes and lowered her head in silent thought.

Seeing her here, everyone followed her actions one after another.

This is the Festival of Ten Thousand Demons, and all demons worship.

Siyin came back to his senses, he looked like a girl beside him, his fists clenched, and his expression was sad, "The Ten Thousand Demon Festival a month ago brought a conspiracy and trickery. ”

Qi Yue's eyes were gloomy, and there was pity in his eyes, "I guess it should be the Lin Dragon Clan who caused the ghost, right?" ”

"That's right, it's them." His eyes lit up with monstrous hatred, "It's not just them. ”

Qi Yue looked at the sadness in his expression, and didn't know what to say comforting words, so he clasped his hands tightly, wanting to caress him, but he didn't dare.

sighed secretly, in fact, listening to his memories and remembering those sad things was a kind of harm in itself.

Some hesitated to speak, "I can also understand, it's okay not to say this, no matter why you came to the Terran." Firm in his eyes, "You are my good friend Qi Yue." ”

"No, even if I don't say it, I'm unlikely to forget." Siyin shook his head, lowered his eyes to look at the girl, and laughed at himself when he saw the pity in her expression.

"You don't have to pity me."