In front of him, it was the iconic silver tower of Nashu Mountain, and after a close observation, Ye Hao found that the body of this tower was almost completely flat and smooth, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of, and the bright silver light made this tower like a long sword that plunged straight into the earth, flashing with a fierce cold light. Underneath the tower, is a huge circular plaza, almost the size of three football fields side by side. Around the square, there are dense mechanical soldiers, just like the scene in "Terminator", these mechanical soldiers have sealed off the entire venue. The sky, huge

The giant floating battleship hovered silently, casting broad shadows on the ground, like a majestic beast that dominated the sky. Hundreds of rays of light are projected on the sky, forming exquisite patterns, some intertwined with each other, forming complex patterns like DNA spirals, and some splitting into thousands of points of light, showing the spectacular scene of atomic explosions. Looking around,

The sky shimmers with dazzling light and is breathtaking.

At the same time, there are constantly small flying machines whistling and gliding, accompanied by the sword light passing in the air, the Shushan disciples step on the flying sword, like an immortal descending to earth, floating down, this kind of future technology is mixed with a scene that seems to be cultivating immortals, but there is no trace of strange incongruity. "It's really magnificent......" Ye Yu muttered, the grand scene of this Shushan Festival is so big and gorgeous, even if it is the human world a hundred years ago, it has to bow down. Whether it is the towering silver spire, or the behemoth in the sky, or those Shushan disciples who are above the sword, they all reveal one

There is a strong sense of oppression, as if it is a god from above, looking down on the people below from the sky.

This is Shushan, which has technology and strength far beyond human beings, and also has a lofty status and mentality.

"What can I say?" Whether you look at it or not, whether you like it or not, whether you agree with the purpose of Shushan or not, this sense of strength and oppression makes Ye Yu admire.

"Shushan, master the core technology!"

Just as Ye Hao sighed, a figure fell from the sky and fell in front of him, it was the chubby Jiang Sheng.

"Ye Yu." He said lightly, "Come with me." ”

Ye Yu's gaze quietly glanced at Xiao Yunfei, who nodded without a trace, and Ye Yu followed Jiang Sheng's footsteps and walked towards the venue.

"Wait a while, you remember, you must follow me closely, otherwise you won't know how to die!" Jiang Sheng admonished, Ye Yu was slightly startled, it seems that this Shushan Festival is really unusual. There is only one direction in the wide venue, and this direction is divided into five layers, and the outermost part is a group of soul warriors dressed differently, most of these people are followers under the command of various Shushan disciples, and then enter a little more, there are Shushan Dao Protector warriors in white clothes and white pants, and they are numerous

There are fewer, but the individual strength is much stronger than the outermost followers. At first glance, the number of disciples of the outer sect of Shushan exceeds 1,000 people, and an area is full, some people do not squint, like a statue, and some disciples project a light curtain to continue their research. Ye Yu took a glance

Seeing a small diamond in a pale green robe, he, like most of the other Shushan disciples, was sitting upright, motionless. The penultimate layer is the position of the inner disciple, according to the status of the inner door, in turn, Ye Yu saw that Xiao Yunfei was behind Jiang Sheng, which indicated that he was about to touch the threshold of the senior disciple of the inner door. This speed, even in Shushan, where geniuses gather, is quite amazing

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The innermost floor, with only four seats, seemed to be the seats of the four elite disciples, but these seats were all empty, and it seemed that people had not yet arrived.

Ye Yu swept around, but he didn't find the shadow of Mr. Devour, probably because of the incident last night, he was punished in some way, and even deprived of the qualification to participate in the grand ceremony.

Wait, Xiao Yunfei shouldn't have done it on purpose, right? Because he knew that he would definitely find a way to make a move when he saw Mr. Eat, he ...... Ye Yu shook his head and drove this guess out of his mind. As soon as Ye Yu sat down, someone came up to pull him closer, and many people saw that it was Jiang Sheng who led him in, and Jiang Sheng was in the front of the second row, as long as he was not a fool, he knew that Ye Yu was not an ordinary Shushan subordinate. Ye Yu talked nonsense with them without a match, and saw that time had passed

After about half an hour, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.

In the venue, all the Shushan disciples put away the light curtain, all stood up, and looked into the distance with solemn eyes, and at the same time, a burst of ethereal music began to sound in the sky above Shushan.

Even with Ye Hao's senses, there was no way to hear where this music was sounding from, as if someone plucked the strings from the void, penetrated the barrier of space, and penetrated into people's hearts.

No, this ...... It's not music at all, it's a mental force! Ye was terrified that the "music" he heard was not the transmission of sound waves, but the spiritual sound played through the brain. He tried to open the mental barrier in his brain, and sure enough, the sound of the music disappeared suddenly.

What kind of technology does Shushan use to create such magical spiritual music? Ye Yu didn't know that this concept had far surpassed the level of science and technology a hundred years ago, and even he could hardly imagine it.

As the music sounded, in the distance, three sword lights came in the air.

From a distance, it was the Han Ling Immortal, Li Wufeng, and a young man, who were roaring across the sky with flying swords of different colors under their feet.

Suddenly, the blue-purple flying sword under Han Ling Xian's feet suddenly accelerated, and it suddenly passed the other two and rushed to the front. A clear roar echoed through the sky.

"The long wind steps on the autumn moon, blowing tens of thousands of miles through the cold door. The remnant frost dyes the silver festival, and a sword Ling Xian slashes the rainbow! ”

Han Ling Xian's white clothes were better than snow, his clothes swayed gently, and his long hair was floating wantonly in the air. The light of the eyes is as sharp as a sword, and bright as a star. The calm and arrogant momentum made him look like a sword immortal, proud of all beings.

"Hahahaha, Senior Brother Han is really sharp." In the sky, another person who was slightly older than Han Ling Immortal laughed, and with a slight touch of his foot, the flying sword accelerated sharply, slowly catching up with Han Ling Xian's position.

Li Wufeng's eyes flickered, he didn't compete with the two, but silently flew a little behind, looking at the two people in front of him, there seemed to be several rays of light circulating in his eyes.

The three of them flew above the venue in an instant, held down the head of the sword, and slowly fell.

Hey, what about another person? Ye Yu suddenly found that the four elite disciples seemed to be one short.

"Hey, I'm sorry, please let me go." In the midst of doubt, a small person ran briskly, shouting loudly from the outermost part and squeezing inside.

In the midst of thousands of gazes, Meng Fusheng slowly squeezed from the outermost part to the inside, and the people along the way carefully made way for him, not daring to say a word, the whole scene was both weird and funny.

A trace of disdain obviously flashed in Han Ling Xian's eyes, but the three of them still bowed slightly towards Meng Fusheng: "Senior Brother Meng." ”

"It's easy to say, everyone is the same door." Meng Fusheng smiled and waved his hand, "Are all the people here?" ”

"Senior Brother Hui, it's all ready." Li Wufeng replied.

"So, let's get started!" Dream Fusheng said, the four of them came to their seats together, they did not sit down, but at the same time clasped their hands into fists, and bowed deeply to the silver tower in front of them. "Welcome to the Palm Sect!"