Although it is a place in the extreme north, the Qingyan Stream of Baiyuchuan is a place with dense rivers, like a small Jiangnan, and there is no such extremely cold feeling at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Baiyu River is a large river with a color like white jade, and the Qingyan Stream is a small stream that alternates between blue and red, especially where it meets with the Baiyu River, forming a colorful lake.

One side of the lake nurtures the other side of the vegetation, and the lush forests surround the whole lake, like a fairyland. If anyone looks at it from above, they will be struck by the beauty in front of them, which is the only bit of emerald green within a radius of thousands of miles.

Not many people exist in the Far North, because the climate is too harsh and there are not many resources. However, a treasure like the Baiyuchuan Qingyan Stream should attract many people to settle down, but the fact is the opposite, there are only flowers and trees here, and there is no trace of people.

When Mo Lan and the other three came to the Qingyan Stream of Baiyuchuan, they understood why there was no trace of beasts here. It is a breath of repulsion, and the stronger the strength, the greater the repulsion. Obviously, this is a means arranged by the Northern Dance Supreme, and if you want to forcibly suppress this rejection, I am afraid that you must have a super martial artist comparable to the strength of the Northern Dance Supreme. However, how many such martial artists are there in the entire War Demon Continent?

Bu Lanyan was an exception, she didn't feel any repulsion, on the contrary, she felt that something in the depths of the lake was calling her, it was a kind of summoning that fused into the blood, making Bu Lanyan's blood feel like it was going to boil.

"That's right, this is it!" The Heavenly Demon Sect Sect Master felt the most profoundly, he had ruled the ice field for many years, and he had heard of the strangeness of the Baiyuchuan Qingyan Stream. He'd been here before, but he didn't find anything. This time, it felt different, and the repulsive force was stronger than ever, which was a sign that the artifact refining heavenly spirit dance was about to be born.

On the other side of the Baiyuchuan Qingyan Stream, a middle-aged man and two young men and women arrived one step ahead of Mo Lan and the others. The middle-aged man is tall and strong, with short hair that looks particularly spiritual, and the most awe-inspiring thing is his strength, which is a fourth-order Martial Emperor, a terrifying existence standing at the top of the Martial Emperor class. With such strength, even the Heavenly Demon Sect Sect Master probably wouldn't be able to block one of his attacks.

"Father, someone is coming!" said the young man, his eyes revealing a kind of confidence, a temperament that was deep in his bones, and no one could shake it.

"There is an opponent!" the young woman's words were full of playfulness, but if the opponent despised her because of this, she would definitely suffer a big loss, because her strength had already reached the peak of the fifth-order martial king, and she was no weaker than the young man.

"Xi'er, Bi'er, you must remember my words, we are the descendants of the Qianqiu Rain Emperor, the head of the Seven Emperors of the Northern Dance, and we have the unshirkable right to own the Heavenly Spirit Dance, which is our family's primary mission for ten thousand years!" said the middle-aged man as he looked at the lake.

It's been said many times, but every time it shocks both Chiaki Nozomi and Chiakibi. The family's mission for 10,000 years has been passed down secretly, generation after generation, and has never stopped. It was like a heavy burden, tightly pressed on the hearts of every Qianqiu family disciple, and it was a secret that could not be spoken.

From birth, Nozomi Chiaki and Bi Chiaki knew their calling. From that moment on, they worked hard until the moment in front of them came. Although Qianqiu Xi has the myth of an undefeated martial king in the Xuanhuang War Realm Dima Great Country, and although Qianqiu Bi is the crown of the female martial king of the Dima Great Country, the two of them are still beating fast at the moment, excited and nervous.

"Someone is here again!" said the middle-aged Martial Emperor of the Qianqiu Family again.

As far as his eyes could see, three men in black appeared above the lake. As soon as he appeared, the leader of the three black-clothed men noticed the existence of the Qianqiu Martial Emperor and the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and immediately said loudly: "I, Jiuheng, am fortunate to meet the descendants of the other Seven Emperors, I am very relieved!"

After finishing speaking, Jiu Heng glanced at the Qianqiu Martial Emperor and the Heavenly Demon Sect Master respectively, and the latter two nodded in greeting, without words. Over the past 10,000 years, the descendants of the Seven Emperors have been scattered all over the War Demon Continent, and there is basically no contact with each other.

The man and woman behind Jiu Heng had wariness in their eyes, as if they were afraid of opponents such as Mo Lan and Qianqiu Xi, or worried about the upcoming competition.

At this moment, a carving roar tore through the sky, and Jin Ge's murderous aura was extremely strong!

As soon as the eagle chirped, a violent lion roar came from another direction, as if it was about to compete with the eagle eagle.

In the sky, a black dot gradually magnified, and on the ground, a golden light galloped in. Mo Lan and Bu Lanyan were moved, with such momentum, I am afraid that this carving and lion are extremely terrifying demon kings!

The eagle is the first to appear, its whole body is snow-white, and a pair of wings cover the sky and the sun, which is extremely huge. There are three people standing on the snow sculpture, two women and one man, with fluttering clothes, very chic and freehand!

But what is even more striking is the golden lion that leaps out of the woods, which is equally large and resembles a small mountain. Above the golden lion sat a bald monk, who looked like a monk, but not like a monk. The iron rod was horizontal in front of him, the arm muscles were knotted, and his eyes were fierce, and at a glance, he knew that he was not a good man and a woman.

Behind him, a man and a woman stand in stark contrast to the bald monk. Men's Confucian clothes, women's Zen clothes, not monks, but better than monks.

The bald master glanced at the leading woman on the snow sculpture, and immediately laughed out loud, "I didn't expect that Yun Niang was the queen of the Seven Emperors, what a fucking accident!"

The golden lion seemed to be in order to match the prestige of the bald man, and also raised his head and roared at the snow sculpture, the meaning of provocation was very obvious.

As the overlord of the flying birds in the air, how could the snow sculpture allow the golden lion to provoke, only to see its eyes glare, and a sharp murderous aura locked on the golden lion. However, as Yun Niang's words came out, the snow sculpture instantly regained its composure.

"Don't be angry with that big man, it's not worth it!" After appeasing the snow sculpture, Yun Niang looked at the bald monk and said, "If Emperor Ruxin knew that her descendants were like Tu Dashi, he would definitely be so angry that he would come back to life, so it is gratifying!"

Tu Dashi's name is Tu Te, and he is generally called Tu Shi, and some people directly call him butcher. Yun Niang said that Tu Dashi was merciful, but the robbery behind was very sharp, which made Tu Te's brows furrow slightly, "Damn, the monk and Yun Niang have no grudges and no hatred, why does Yun Niang slander the monk like this?"

Hearing Tu Te's words, Yun Niang's willow eyebrows rose, and she was about to attack again. At this time, the woman behind Tu Te's voice said in a clear voice: "Emperor Yun, please calm your anger, Master Venerable has always spoken like this, and there is no offense, please forgive me!"

Tu Te suddenly realized, only to know that his mantra had caused trouble for him, and immediately scratched his head and said, "It's boring and boring!"

The crowd laughed!

The descendants of the Seven Emperors came to five families, and only two of them knew each other, but they didn't know that the other party was the descendants of the Seven Emperors, which shows how amazing the effect of the vicissitudes of life brought by ten thousand years is.

Time continued, but the other two families were delayed, which made people wait for frustration, especially Tu Te, who was the most impatient. While he was talking to different people, everyone else was fine, and he was very surprised when he saw Mo Lancai's third-order martial king strength.

"I said that you Ice Plains indigenous martial artists are really weak, the Martial Emperor is weak, and the Martial King is also weak, why do you have to send two fifth-order Martial Kings out, damn it!"

The Heavenly Demon Sect Sect Master was very embarrassed, but Tu Te was not wrong. Judging from the current five families, the Martial Emperor is indeed the weakest sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the other four Martial Emperors are all third-order Martial Emperors or above. In terms of martial kings, Mo Lan is only a third-order martial king, and Bu Lanyan is only a fourth-order martial king, but the other four are all fifth-order martial kings, which is shocking.

Mo Lan and Bu Lanyan glanced at each other, and they both felt a lot of pressure. However, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect said that this battle should not be a killing of each other, which made Mo Lan and Bu Lanyan a little calmer.

An hour had passed, and the last two were late. One of them is the descendant of Emperor Mentingsheng, led by an old man, followed by a woman and a young man.

"Fairy in white!" As soon as Mo Lan saw her, she knew that she was the fairy in white who had been making a fuss in Tianliu City recently, because her appearance was indeed the best in the audience, which made the other five women sigh to themselves.

It was an indescribable beauty, not bewitching, not pure, not sexy, not even cute, just beautiful, a beauty that blended everything, so that all the young people present couldn't take their eyes off it, and they were all stunned.

"Ahem!" the old man's cough woke everyone up, and the expression on his face showed the usual emotion. At this time, someone finally noticed the young man behind the fairy in white, he was so weak and shy, it was surprising!

"First Order Martial King?!" everyone didn't know whether to be shocked or admired. On the one hand, he actually had the strength of a first-order martial king at such a young age, and on the other hand, he came to participate in the battle for the Artifact Refining Heavenly Spirit Dance with such strength, and in such a situation, even Tu Te, who talked the most, felt that he was short of words.

An old man, a fairy, a teenager, a very strange combination!

The last to arrive were the descendants of the Snow Dragon Emperor at the end of the Seven Emperors, and their arrival caused the air to plummet several degrees in an instant. Closer inspection reveals that the chill is coming from a woman, and it seems to be uncontrollable. She was a fifth-order martial king, her face was like frost, giving people an incomparably cold feeling, and her expression only changed slightly after seeing the fairy in white.

The female Martial Emperor who led the team looked at the people who had already arrived, and said with a hint of apology on her face, "Sorry, we're one step late!"

At this time, the Martial Emperor of the Qianqiu Family walked out, looked around the audience and said: "The contemptible Xuanhuang War Realm Dima Great Country Qianqiu Family Qianqiu Rong is the descendant of the Qianqiu Rain Emperor, the head of the Seven Emperors. ”

As soon as he said it, Qianqiu Rong faintly had the meaning of being the host. Everyone didn't know each other, but with the former's ability to enter the Xuanhuang Battle Realm and his own strong strength, everyone still chose to acquiesce and listen to what he wanted to say.