"Nan Rumeng, the lady of the sky, the first beauty of the Nanwu Dynasty!" A young man looked at Nan Rumeng who stepped down from the sky with admiration,

The dress dances in the wind, the temperament is outstanding, a smile and a smile are exciting, and the beautiful face of the upside-down beings between Gu Pan makes many young people dizzy, and they can't wait to bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

The Nanwu Dynasty came from the hands of the Nanwu Emperor, and it is the Emperor Dao Dynasty, and the Purple Mountain Holy Land and the Yanhuang Ancient Dynasty are called the Three Uniques of the Southern Regions Emperor Dao.

In the Southern Regions of the Spirit Realm, the Southern Dance Dynasty is extremely powerful, ruling hundreds of millions of miles of territory, and is one of the six major forces of the Southern Regions, one saint, two dynasties, and three gates.

The three gates are each attached to one of the emperor's inheritances, and they do not invade each other and do not interfere with each other, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the southern region.

Among the three absolute emperors, the Purple Mountain Holy Land is the strongest, followed by the Southern Dance Dynasty, and the Yanhuang Ancient Dynasty is the weakest.

And over the years, this situation has changed, although the Purple Mountain Holy Land has Tianjiao born, and the Southern Dance Dynasty has risen a Nan Rumeng, invincible in the same generation, chasing the older generation, comparing the holy sons of the Purple Mountain Holy Land, so that the prestige of the Southern Dance Dynasty has chased the Purple Mountain Holy Land, and there is a great tendency to surpass.

Nan Rumeng, as the pearl of the emperor of the Southern Dance Dynasty, is itself a beautiful and fragrant country, captivating the country and the city, making thousands of men rush to it.

And she herself is young, but she has the resources of heaven, and she is already at the peak of the imperial realm in her two decades, and she is one step away from achieving the holy position.

This makes her have the supreme right in the Southern Dance Dynasty, under one person, above ten thousand, and become one of the decision-makers of the Southern Dance Dynasty.

Her prestige in the entire Nanwu Dynasty even surpassed that of her father, and her style of doing things was vigorous and resolute, with a degree of advance and retreat, not arrogant or impatient, and was regarded as the heir of the Nanwu Dynasty and respected by countless people in the Nanwu Dynasty.

Nan Rumeng is not only powerful, but also has a respected status, and is the successor of the Nanwu Dynasty, which makes countless heavenly pride want to marry him home.

There is such a saying in the Southern Regions, whoever can marry Nan Rumeng will ascend to the Absolute Hall in one step, and he is qualified to look down on all beings.

This has also created countless people to come to the door to propose, endlessly, stepping through the threshold, but from beginning to end, Emperor Nanwu has never promised anyone.

Such a vague attitude also makes some people who want to climb to the top of the world struggle to capture Nan Rumeng's heart.

And this time, Nan Rumeng appeared in the Purple Mountain Holy Land because he was invited by the Holy Lord of the Purple Mountain Holy Land to come to visit.

"Princess Rumeng, the fairy descends to earth!" Countless pairs of eyes stared at Nan Rumeng, her eyes were hot, such a woman was not tight, her strength was strong, and the power behind her was enough to move countless people.

"Princess Rumeng, she is already at the peak of the Imperial Realm at a young age, and it is only a matter of time before she ascends to the Holy Realm one day!"

"Wrong, very wrong!" someone immediately retorted, "Didn't you see that Princess Rumeng stepped out of the ancient chariot by herself, and there was no saint by her side?"

"Really?" everyone reacted suddenly, and looked at the ancient chariot, and at this time there were only two maidservants left on the chariot.

"Shh......h

Nanru dream sanctified?

The territory of the Purple Mountain Holy Land cannot be controlled by non-saints, even if it is the Heavenly King Laozi, but if it is violated, it will be killed by the decree of the Purple Mountain Emperor in an instant.

And Nan Rumeng was able to step down in the air, and there was only one result, obviously, if she didn't say anything, she would have been killed a long time ago, the emperor's decree did not recognize people, only ruthless iron laws.

"How is this possible?" the beards of the older generation of monks trembled, and their faces were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

"That's the case, old man, people are more popular than people!" The other monks on the side smiled bitterly, and the whole person became very decadent.

"How old is she when she is sanctified?" Countless people who heard the news looked distracted, deeply shocked by Nan Rumeng.

Double ten years to become a saint, this is a rare situation in the eons of history, this kind of talent is unimaginable.

"The twenty masters of the eternal ages are nothing more than that!" an elder of the Hidden Soul Mountain sighed from the bottom of his heart, shocked.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a strange wild laugh came, which continued, and everyone hurriedly looked back.

A young man was distracted, his hair was scattered, he was in a state of madness, dancing with his hands, grabbing a person and muttering constantly, "Saint, hahahaha, saint!"

"Is this irritating madness?" the people around looked at the young man with sympathy.

"Beizhu Island North Tour!"

Looking at this young man, many of his contemporaries were extremely moved.

Beiyouming is also a Tianjiao, rising in Beizhu Island Zhuyue Peak, becoming famous at a young age, rising to the top, leaving the people of the same generation behind him, so that they can only look at it.

Since childhood, he has practiced the sword trick of Beiyou, and he has been successful in the past ten years, sweeping the invincible of the same generation, boasting that he is the second ancient saint of Beiyou, and his prestige has spread throughout Beizhu Island and even the Southern Regions.

Becoming a young man, he is extremely proud in his heart, and he thinks that his generation is invincible, but today he met Nan Rumeng, who is the same generation as him.

It was destined to be a nightmare for him.

The two are of the same age, he has only reached the realm of the emperor, and there are still a few realms away from the saint, and Nan Rumeng has already achieved the saint, which makes him extremely jealous of the smooth sailing journey, and his heart is deeply shocked, and his Dao heart is unstable, and he collapses directly.

"Poof!"

"Saint!"

"I hate!"

Bei Youming's eyes widened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell on his back, losing his vitality.

"Ming'er!" The head of the Beiyou family let out an exclamation as he watched his son fall, and a dodge came to him.

However, Beiyou Ming is desperate, and there is no way to return to the sky.

"Ming'er, my Ming'er!" the head of the Beiyou family burst into tears, wailing and crying, hugging his son tightly.

This is the hope of their Beiyou family, just gone, where should he go from the Beiyou family.

In a moment, the head of the Beiyou family seemed to be dozens of years old, with white black hair, struggling to pick up his son, and staggered into the distance step by step, his back was gloomy and lonely.

"It's a pity!"

"From now on, I'm afraid that the Beiyou family will disappear in the eyes of the world!"

"There is no northward journey in the world, eternal reincarnation, multiplication, as strong as northward travel, but also end up withering, alas!" Some of the older generation of monks were throbbing and sad, and they secretly bowed their heads.

Nan Rumeng ignored this little episode and stepped straight into the air, aiming straight for the dilapidated carriage.

Nan Rumeng didn't know why, she just felt that this dilapidated carriage had its own big chance, and she summoned herself in the dark.