It was barren, lifeless as far as the eye could see, and Qianyuan stepped out of the crack, and then sat on the ground.

"Here, it's still the same. Qianyuan smiled bitterly and took out a cloth bag from his arms.

If there were cultivators at this time, they would definitely know that the cloth bag in Qianyuan's hand was a storage bag with Qiankun inside, and most monks would carry this kind of storage props with them, and put everything they needed in it in case of emergency.

Taking out a wine jug from the storage bag, Qianyuan drank it himself, the liquor sliding out of the corner of his mouth and down his neck. But Qianyuan didn't seem to care at all, after drinking a pot of wine, Qianyuan was still silent, staring blankly at the stars in the distance.

"This fairy drunk was originally your favorite wine. It seemed to be drunk, Qianyuan muttered to himself.

The stars in the distance also seemed to be touched, emitting a shimmering light.

The imperial city became a dead silence.

On that day, many residents of the imperial city died tragically, in which sea of fire, countless shops and buildings were destroyed and turned into ruins, and those monks tried their best to finally clear the invading demons, but they still left a wound that could not be healed.

Whether it is the hearts of the people, or the imperial capital of this imperial city.

Staying in the manor, Lin Xin still couldn't act according to his own ideas, after the catastrophe, there were still demons hiding in the town, so all the survivors were protected here, but the price was that it was difficult to move an inch, and they couldn't leave easily.

Breaking through the void, Qianyuan stepped out of it. Countless teenagers streamed out of the manor room, everyone remembered Qianyuan's appearance, and the moment Qianyuan landed, he was cheered after, not only the young students, but also countless monks who stayed here also cheered.

Qianyuan was stunned for a while, but soon returned to normal, and even waved his hand to the student monks who came over, looking like a star.

"All stand down!" a cold cry, out of nowhere, the crowd that swarmed up suddenly retreated as if they had lost their souls.

Looking at the source of the scolding, Qianyuan's eyebrows were slightly tufted, and the person in front of him was tall, with fluffy hair like the mane of a lion, green triangular eyes on his hooked nose, and his muscles were solid and full of strength.

"Old lion, just after this happened, you beasts can't sit still?" Qian Yuan said with a smile.

The monk called the old lion by Qianyuan is the head of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts - the Lion King. Ignoring the ridicule, the lion king walked up to Qianyuan and patted Qianyuan's shoulder with his palm.

"It's not just me, countless sects have arrived here, just waiting for you to speak. ”

A trace of essence flashed from Qianyuan's eyes, and according to his guess, of course these sects would come here to find out. After all, the invasion of the Fire Demon is a great threat to the entire Great Xia or the human world.

I just didn't expect these sects to react so quickly.

The Imperial City of Great Xia, the top of the Imperial Mountain.

A huge glazed palace stands here, from top to bottom, the palace is divided into nine layers, the top of the palace is surrounded by seven-colored streamers, and a layer of faint purple gas is also surrounded by the palace. But unlike ordinary buildings, the palace was directly suspended in the air, slowly rising into the air, and Qianyuan and the lion king walked into the palace gate together.

This palace has a great background, and his master is a Liuli Zhenren with a high reputation in the cultivation world.

As soon as he entered the palace, countless eyes poured towards Qianyuan. Qianyuan looked at these faces, and most of the top combat power in the entire cultivation realm was actually gathered here.

A monk in a colorful Taoist robe walked over with a smile on his face when he saw Qianyuan. The colorful robes were extremely gorgeous, and the appearance of this monk was also extremely handsome, just looking at his appearance, it was impossible to distinguish his gender for a while.

He is the real person of Liuli, and he is known as the most beautiful man in the cultivation world.

"You're finally here. Liuli Zhenren came and said to Qianyuan.

Like a fragrant breeze blowing on his face, Qianyuan also smiled, there were some old things between the two, so they haven't seen each other for many years.

"I didn't expect such a big battle, could it be that you want to advance the Immortal Conference?"

Hearing Qianyuan's ridicule, Liuli Zhenren just smiled and said: "That's right, this time the situation is so big, all the heads are here to listen to your opinions." ”

Qianyuan grinned, but many heads in the hall became nervous.

It's no wonder that Qianyuan's identity is extremely mysterious. I don't know when it began, there have been various legends of Qianyuan in the cultivation world, no one knows his strength realm, and no one knows how many years he lived, everyone only knows his rebelliousness.

And the most well-known legend is the bet between Qianyuan and the Fuxing Daoist. The Fuxing Daoist was recognized as the strongest in the cultivation realm many years ago, and the Fuxing Immortal Mountain owned by him was also one of the several major sects, and at that time, a Qianyuan popped up out of nowhere to compete with the Fuxing Daoist.

So the two made a bet, and no one knew the content, and no one knew the winner. People only know that since that duel, it has been difficult to see Fuxing Dao people in the cultivation realm, and they only know that Qianyuan has become an elder of Fuxing Immortal Mountain, and his strength is immeasurable.

Clearing his throat, Qianyuan retracted his usual leisure, and said with a straight face: "Specifically, I think you also know, this fire demon invasion is not accidental, so I have an idea, but it is likely to cause your dissatisfaction." ”

In this regard, Linglong just smiled and replied: "How can there be dissatisfaction, Qianyuan Dao people say it, don't care about us." ”

"This time, the top 32 who entered the sect competition, all of them were given to the dream realm to cultivate"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and a monk with a crane-haired face stood up directly and glared angrily at Qianyuan.

The realm of dreams is known as the true treasure of monks.

All the monks' eyes widened, unable to imagine what Qianyuan had said.

The 32 students all have the qualifications to enter the dream realm, which is simply given in vain, in the same way, the operation of the dream realm requires spirit stone energy, the more people, the energy required is almost increased in multiples, 32 The energy required by the two is equivalent to several times that of 8 people, which makes it unacceptable to other strong people.

"I agree with what Qianyuan's predecessors said. A voice rang out, and the crowd looked over. The source of the sound was none other than Qiu Ming.

As Qiu Ming, who witnessed how Qianyuan faced the enemy, he had completely become Qianyuan's brainless fan at this moment, and unconditionally supported what Qianyuan said.

"Fellow Daoist Qianyuan, I think you must have a reason why we can't refuse, right?" Liuli Zhenren spoke, and the noise suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked at Qianyuan again, expecting his reason.

"Quite simply, this is your chance, a battle for luck. Qianyuan said, staring at the eyes of Liuli Zhenren.

At this moment, the entire hall fell into silence, and the eyes that looked at Qianyuan turned into astonishment.