Taixuan Holy Land.

Taixuan Palace.

Yan Tianshan ended the conversation.

It's almost past the time of the small half-pillar incense.

Rainbow light fell from the sky, turned into figures, and then hurriedly stepped into the Taixuan Palace.

Soon.

All the elders of the Taixuan Holy Land who were cultivating around the Avatar Realm, as well as the first of the Seven Peaks, all gathered in the Taixuan Palace.

Changxuan Zhenren sat above, glanced at everyone, and said with a smile: "Everyone, let me tell you a good news, Master Ye is going to the imperial capital of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom tomorrow!"

Smell.

The high-ranking people of the Taixuan Holy Land were confused, and they couldn't stop looking at each other.

Good news?

Master Ye is going to the imperial capital of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom!

Belch!

That's good news!

Could it be that Senior Brother Changxuan doesn't want Master Ye to stay in the territory of our Taixuan Holy Land?

By the way, Senior Brother Changxuan went to meet that Master Ye today.

Could it be that Master Ye did something to him?

Therefore, after he learned that Master Ye was going to the imperial capital, he was happy to be like this.

Right!

It must be like this!

But Master Ye is not only an ancestor of our Taixuan Holy Land, but also has given us so many creations recently.

And that night.

If it weren't for the prestige of the "Taixuan Changqing Map" gifted by Master Ye, I'm afraid our entire Taixuan Holy Land would no longer exist.

Because of these trivial things, Senior Brother Changxuan actually had a grudge against Master Ye.

It's so selfish!

The pattern is too small!

I feel that he is a little unworthy of being the Holy Lord of our Taixuan Holy Land!

Then.

The grumpy Yuan Jian Zhenren's face sank and he walked out of the crowd.

He looked up at Changxuan Zhenren with a smile on his face, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Changxuan, the old man thinks your pattern is too small!"

When everyone heard this, they all nodded.

Chang Xuan Zhenren: "......"

Too small?

The smile on Chang Xuan Zhenren's face instantly stiffened, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Senior Brother Yuanjian, what do you mean by that?"

Changxuan Zhenren looked at Yuanjian Zhenren and asked lately.

The voice did not fall.

Hisaju Zhenren also stood up, also pulling his face coldly.

"Senior Brother Changxuan, Master Ye is an ancestor of our Taixuan Holy Land, his old man just doesn't give us any opportunities and creations, we should also be in awe. ”

Jiuju Zhenren stared at Changxuan Zhenren, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "What's more, his old man has given us so many great creations!"

Qingye Zhenren also came out and echoed: "The old man thinks that what the two of them said is fine, Master Ye and his old man are going to the imperial capital of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, this is the biggest loss of our Taixuan Holy Land, we should keep it." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Aoba's words, we must not let Master Ye leave Xiaochi Town. ”

"Master Ye left, but Senior Brother Changxuan was so excited, the old man felt that his pattern was too small and unworthy to continue to be our Holy Master. ”

"Yes, substitution! The old man has had enough of it!"

"Since everyone is here, let's elect a new Holy Lord to come out. ”

Time.

There was an uproar in the huge Taixuan Palace.

Chang Xuan Zhenren sat on it, only feeling a buzzing in his head.

What exactly did I do wrong?

Why do you have to change the Holy Lord?

Changxuan Zhenren rubbed his eyebrows, got up and said, "Everyone, do you have any misunderstanding?"

An elder shouted: "Senior Brother Changxuan, Master Ye is leaving, but you look gloating, and what's more, you also called our old guys here, do you still want the old man and others to hold a banquet for you to celebrate?"

Smell.

Chang Xuan Zhenren was a little crying and laughing.

"Everyone, you really misunderstood, Master Ye just went to the imperial capital to stay for a few days. ”

Changxuan Zhenren sighed lightly, and said, "What the old man means is that he wants you to go and guard the left and right of Master Ye to prevent anyone from disturbing his old man's trip to the imperial capital, that's all." ”

"I see!"

The people below suddenly sighed and exhaled.

Soon.

An elder stood up and said righteously: "Senior Brother Changxuan, let the old man go, the old man is willing to take the head guarantee." ”

"Senior Brother Changxuan, in the old man's opinion, the old man is the most suitable. ”

"Senior Brother Changxuan, I recently got a piece of excellent quality spirit jade, if you let me go, I am willing to give this piece of spirit jade to you. ”

"Senior Brother Changxuan, the old man is willing to hand over Gu Xuanjian, so you let the old man go!"

"Senior Brother Changxuan, the old man knelt down for you, let the old man go!"

“......”

At the same time.

Purple and green holy land.

Purple Blue Holy Lord Xu Zhitian stood on top of the main hall with his hands behind his back.

And below him are the elders of the Transformation God Realm.

"Holy Lord, what are you doing when you summoned the old man and the others at this time?"

An elder with a clear face asked.

Xu Zhitian glanced at everyone, pondered his wording slightly, and said: "That Master Ye of the Taixuan Holy Land is going to the imperial capital of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, and the old man wants to send a few people to the imperial capital. ”

Master Ye of the Taixuan Holy Land?

Going to the Imperial Capital?

But this has something to do with the Purple and Green Holy Land!

Really.

Soon.

Another elder stood up and asked, "Holy Lord, what kind of ancestor of the Taixuan Holy Land has to do with our Ziqing Holy Land?"

"Besides, we are all cultivators of the God Realm, and we are like gods in the world, and it is not worth it to go to the imperial capital for an irrelevant person. ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Shut up!"

Xu Zhitian's face turned cold, and a grand momentum erupted on his body.

"Yes, if you put it in the past, that Master Ye of the Taixuan Holy Land really had nothing to do with our Ziqing Holy Land, but now it is different. ”

Xu Zhitian said so.

"Holy Lord, could it be that you have been contaminated with any cause and effect in this meeting of the two holy lands?"

Someone reacted quickly and asked so pointedly.

Xu Zhitian frowned and glanced at everyone.

Moaned slightly.

With a movement of his mind, he took out the calligraphy that Ye Changqing gave him from the ring.

"Everyone, please see. ”

Xu Zhitian spoke slowly, and then carefully unfolded the calligraphy in front of everyone.

The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword frost is cold in fourteen states!

Shout!

As the calligraphy slowly unfolds, when the first word appears in everyone's field of vision.

Instantly.

A sword qi roared, and suddenly burst out, directly towards the outside of the main hall.

At the same time.

A majestic sword intent swept out, submerging the entire hall almost instantly.

"Sword qi, such a terrifying sword qi!"

"Holy Lord, where did this treasure in your hand come from, it actually contains such a terrifying sword aura!"

Time.

The high-level leaders of the Purple and Green Holy Land all had shocked faces, and they couldn't stop gasping frantically, and a chill instantly rushed towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Gather your minds and close your eyes, otherwise don't blame the old man for not reminding you. ”

Xu Zhitian said lightly, and then continued to unfold the calligraphy.

The high-level leaders of the Purple Green Holy Land did not dare to hesitate, and immediately gathered their minds and closed their eyes tightly.

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

After two breaths.

Everyone only felt that the terrifying sword qi above their heads roared, and the vast sword intent was like an ocean, not only flooding this hall, but also enveloping the entire Purple and Green Holy Land.

Right here and now.

The entire Purple Green Holy Land shook.

Far away.

An incomparably magnificent sword light rose into the sky.

At the same time.

In several hidden sword pavilions in the Ziqing Holy Land, the ancient place where the sword was buried, the ancient swords that had been treasured for a long time were almost like living creatures, breaking through the ancient prohibition and rising to the sky on their own.

Time.

A grand sword light shot up into the sky.

The Thousands of Ancient Swords turned into a stegosaurus, hovering outside this sword light.

The weather was spectacular, almost miraculous.

Nearly half an hour has passed.

Xu Zhitian in the main hall, as well as the high-level officials of the Ziqing Holy Land, opened their eyes with palpitations.

Feeling the changes in the Ziqing Holy Land a little, Xu Zhitian glanced at everyone and asked lightly, "Everyone, who still has objections?"

"Holy Lord, the old man is willing to go to the imperial capital and saddle the horse for that Ye Shizu in the Taixuan Holy Land. ”

"Senior Brother Zhao, it seems that you were the first to question the Holy Lord just now. ”

"Fart, it's you!"

“......”