The flying boat is extremely huge, piercing out of thin air from the four corners of the sky, like four behemoths covering the sky and the sun descending on the earth.

Except for the same volume, there is nothing similar, and it is blue, blue, white, and red.

The southern flying boat is all green, like a huge willow leaf floating from the line of heaven and earth.

The thick giant poles and pestles are on both sides of the flying boat, the green flag is fluttering, and the hunting is sounding.

Each flag has the word 'Nangong' written on it, and it is very strange to wave it in the wind with the flag, like a living creature.

In addition, the North Underworld, the East, and the West Gate each occupy one side of the sky, and they are pressing straight towards the Welcome Palace!

The speed is so fast, like a thunderbolt, as if you can't wait to land in the Yingbin Palace.

"The people of the four major families are inevitably a little anxious!"

At this moment, a cold sound like thunder resounded in the sky, cooling down the originally fiery atmosphere in an instant.

Even the temperature of the air seemed to freeze and freeze at this moment.

In the next moment, an incredible scene suddenly appeared.

I saw that the four flying boats, which were originally like thunder, suddenly stagnated as this Dawson's cold voice sounded.

It seems that there is an invisible giant hand that forcibly supports the flying boats of the four major families!

This scene is extremely bizarre, like a work of ghosts and gods, which is breathtaking.

"Falling dust?!"

A voice full of surprise and shock came from the Nangong family's flying boat, instantly causing an uproar among the other three families.

Not only that, but the two huge black clouds that represented the Dark Star Hall and the Meteorite Hall also suddenly stagnated and slowly stopped because of this sudden sound.

"I didn't expect the Lord of the Fallen Hall to come in person, which was really unexpected for this seat. ”

Suddenly, a gentle voice broke the dull and oppressive atmosphere, and even the astonishing coercion vanished.

It is like the spring sun melting snow, and like the warm sun mixed with the breeze blowing in the face, it makes people feel bathed in the spring breeze.

"Luochen has seen Lord Martial Saint. ”

Sen Leng's voice then sounded, but no figure appeared, and the four huge flying ships occupied in all directions of the sky.

The people and horses of the three halls were like three huge black clouds, entrenched in the dome, not moving.

Lin Li's countless figures in the Yingbin Palace all looked up at the sky, their faces solemn, and their eyes were full of awe.

Because Luochen is none other than the Lord of the Falling Star Palace!

The person who talked to him was even more famous in the land of Dongzhou, and his prestige spread far and wide in the Star Source Continent, the Yuan Shi Martial Saint Bai Yiyuan!

"Now that everyone is here, there is no need to compete for the rankings, and they all enter the imperial city to meet this seat. ”

Bai Yiyuan's voice resounded in the sky, shaking the nine heavens, making the originally tense atmosphere instantly calm down.

In the next moment, Dao Dao Stream of Light shot out, cutting through the void and entering the Imperial City.

Each streamer is the leader of all forces, representing the strongest in the Dongzhou Continent.

As for those who have no prestige, they can only wait for the arrangement of the Jinling Dynasty in the Yingbin Palace.

With the departure of the leaders of the various forces, the atmosphere also became hot, noisy and noisy, and there was an uproar.

There are less than three days before the opening of the Tianjiao Conference, and more and more young talents are gathering in the Jinling Dynasty.

And thousands of miles away from the Jinling Dynasty, a huge chariot crossed the void and hurried forward.

Suddenly, the chariot suddenly stopped and stood suspended in the air, only because a long figure appeared out of thin air in front of it.

"Who are you?"

Wang Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at this person, with a solemn look in his eyes.

At first glance, this person is plain and unremarkable, without any prestige at all, but it gives people a sense of abyss.

Standing there, it is like a huge mountain, unshakable.

"Give you a choice of three breath time, go or stay. ”

The cold voice is not mixed with any emotion, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of the Nine Shadows, which makes people feel cold all over the body.

At the same moment, Wang Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, got up and lifted the curtain.

"The hosts. ”

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yan stepped out and stood in the void, his ink pupils cold.

"If you're not mistaken, you're coming for me, aren't you?"

"You are Wang Yan?"

"Exactly, what do you have to say?"

"I can't talk about advice, I just need to spare your life. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yan hooked his lips and smiled, and slowly shook his head, "I have heard this kind of thing more than a thousand times, but now I am still alive and well." ”

"If you want to take my life, then stop talking nonsense and just do it. ”

Suddenly, the long figure slowly raised its head, revealing a sharply cut face.

A pair of narrow eyes stared at Wang Yan deadly, flashing with cold killing intent.

"You know who I am. ”

"I don't want to know, and I'm not interested in knowing. ”

This person smiled, bloodthirsty intent occupied the entire face, and the evil light in his eyes was great.

If there were people here who witnessed the Great War of the Primordial Martial Saint hundreds of years ago, they would definitely be surprised to close their mouths.

Because this person is none other than Wuwei Taoist, Wei Wuwei!

"Yes, very characterful, but you must know that it is good to have character, but sometimes it is a sharp sword. ”

When the words fell, Wei Wuwei took a step in the air and slowly walked towards Wang Yan.

The movements are extremely chic and natural, as if there is an invisible staircase under his feet for him to cross in the air.

"It's really unexpected that a small Martial Cultivator of the First Realm of Quenching Stars can become famous in Dongzhou, and even the Origin Martial Saint has nothing to do with you. ”

When Wang Yan heard this, he immediately realized that this person who suddenly appeared was actually sent by the Yuan Shi Martial Saint.

It seems that there must be a fierce battle today, and we must go all out!

"Boy, while you will surely die at my hands, I don't want to take advantage of you. ”

"That's it, let you make three moves, if you can shake me half a point within three moves, I can let you go today, how about it?"

As soon as Wang Yan's mind moved, the dantian ran wildly, the muscles all over his body tensed, and the spirit of the Mud Pill Palace was ready to go, and he instantly entered a fighting state.

In the next moment, I saw Wang Yan take a step forward slowly, and the whole person disappeared in place, melting into the void.

At the same time, a loud shout like thunder descended into the world, resounding in the sky.

"Emperor Fist!"

In an instant, the void rippled like water waves, churning endlessly, twisting and deforming.

It was as if some behemoth was forcibly squeezing through the space barrier and descending here.

A majestic phantom as high as 7,000 zhang pierced through the rippling void and appeared here.

Although it is a phant, the clothes on his body are clearly visible, wearing a gilded imperial robe and a godless crown on his head.

A domineering and terrifying aura of ruthless indifference raged like a raging wind.

It is like an emperor of the ages reappearing in the world, everywhere he goes, all living beings are subdued!

At this moment, the void in front of Wei Wuwei suddenly pierced out an arm, and the huge fist rapidly enlarged, slamming into his head fiercely!