Purple Mountain, the largest force in the Southern Regions, is also a transcendent party inheritance in the entire spirit world.

The Purple Mountain Range is a rolling mountain range, not a single mountain, eight thousand miles of purple mountain, like a purple dragon crawling between heaven and earth, looking extremely spectacular from afar.

Purple Mountain, the spirit of Zhong Tiandi, left and independent, in this group of mountains, a huge peak is like the emperor of the emperors, looking down on the surrounding mountains, standing between heaven and earth, there is a kind of self-respecting momentum.

The underground veins of the Purple Mountain are also quite large, occupying the best imperial vein in the Southern Regions, nourished by it, benefiting countless creatures here.

As soon as you enter the depths of the Purple Mountain, when you arrive at the main peak of the Purple Mountain, a majestic aura comes from the surface, the atmosphere is magnificent, and the endless aura of heaven and earth comes for it, making people feel like bathing in the ocean of aura.

Among the mountains around the main peak of Purple Mountain, the mansions are faintly visible among the ancient trees and jungles, the rhyme flows, the staggered ones are scattered, and they seem to be random, but in fact they are full of supreme momentum in it, as if a respected general guards the main peak, so that everyone who comes here is shocked and their hearts throb.

The Purple Mountain was once glorious, it also reigned in the Nine Realms, and it also declined, but every time it came to life and death, they were always able to turn things around and rise again, which deeply made countless inheritances envious and jealous.

You must know that the brilliance of a sect is not something that human power can compete with at all, it is the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth.

Purple Mountain has been able to break the rules of heaven and earth several times since ancient times, and rise again from decline, even if it is Lu Chen, he admires it very much, and has to sigh at the methods of the Purple Mountain Emperor.

The Purple Mountain Festival is also a once-in-a-lifetime event in the Southern Regions, and countless sects poured into the Purple Mountain on this day.

When Nan Rumeng and the Purple Mountain Holy Son came to the Purple Mountain, the entire Purple Mountain was already crowded with people, and the sound was full of excitement.

"Look, it's the Purple Mountain Holy Son!" Someone from a distance found the Purple Mountain Holy Son and his party, and everyone looked sideways.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mountain walked in a tiger step, full of spirit, striding forward, with his own majesty, his whole humane rhyme flowed, every step of the step, all in line with the wonder of heaven and earth, full of spirit, full of arrogance, so that many young female monks are obsessed.

It's just that his temperament is a little cold, with a kind of meaning that no one should approach, which makes many female monks who want to come forward to get close to him stop abruptly.

"It is worthy of being the Holy Son of the Purple Mountain, this kind of demeanor is enviable!" Some of the older generation said with emotion in their hearts when they saw the Holy Son of the Purple Mountain walking in a way that secretly fit the mystery of heaven and earth.

"With the demeanor of an emperor, he is worthy of being known as the second emperor of the Purple Mountain!" Countless people were shocked by the appearance of the Holy Son of the Purple Mountain walking in the world like a god, and let out a sigh.

As the saying goes, if you are three years old and eat old age, whether a person has great achievements or not can basically be seen from his usual speech and demeanor.

When everyone was impressed by the temperament of the Purple Mountain Holy Son, the Purple Mountain Holy Son felt like thousands of ants were biting in his heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

A playboy who is used to prodigalism, he has to try his best to pretend to be unapproachable, and his temperament is cold, which makes him very aggrieved, but there is no way for him, who is telling him to walk with Nan Rumeng now.

In order not to lose his impression of being a tall, mighty, and humble gentleman in front of Nan Rumeng, he could only continue to pretend.

"Whose carriage does it belong to?" everyone asked with a strange look when they saw the carriage beside the Purple Mountain Holy Son.

"Yes, the accessories are so noble, and the Purple Mountain Holy Son is personally accompanied, it shouldn't be an ordinary person!" everyone speculated.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mountain, that is the façade of the Purple Mountain, can let him personally accompany him, and the people in the carriage are definitely the inheritance that can be equal to the Holy Land of the Purple Mountain.

"Princess, it's here!" the carriage stopped at the foot of the Purple Mountain, and the Purple Mountain Holy Son walked to the carriage very gentlemanly and whispered.

"Bother the Holy Son!" Nan Rumeng nodded, the two maids understood, opened the door curtain, and a beautiful shadow appeared in everyone's eyes.

Dressed in a luxurious Xia robe made of silkworm ice silk, with a light blue dress, when she stepped out of the carriage, it was like a clear spring flowing into everyone's hearts.

The slender figure, the willow waist that Yingying holds, and the straight and slender legs loom between the skirts, attracting the attention of countless people.

With a light veil, covering her face, she could vaguely see the beautiful face under the light veil, the willow eyebrows bent like a half moon, the eyes as bright as stars, and the crystal clear skin, which made countless people hold their breath and look at her fixedly.

When she stepped in, it was like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the earth, noble and elegant, like a peerless lotus, pure and flawless, so that people could not give birth to any blasphemy.

At this moment, everyone was a little distracted and looked at the woman with a blank expression.

"Nanwu Dynasty, Nan is like a dream!" After all, some of the older generation of people were in a state of mind, and they had already come back to their senses after a moment, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they said slowly.

"What, she is Nan Rumeng?" Hearing the words of the older generation, countless young people were shocked and showed fanaticism.

Many of them had never seen a real person before, but now they saw it with their own eyes, peerless, independent and fairy-like Nan Rumeng, all of them were shocked.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Such a woman should only appear in paintings!"

"Today, when I see all the women like a dream, the other women will no longer be in my eyes, so why am I embarrassed!" a flower bush veteran muttered to himself with a gloomy face.

For the minds of the younger generation, the older generation is more interested in the strength of Nan Rumeng, in this world of the weak and the strong, the appearance, it is just a vase, only strength is the first.

"Nan Rumeng, a young beauty, at a young age, to reach the realm of a saint, it is admirable!"

"I'm not as good as my generation, I'm old!"

The big names of the older generation sighed one after another, looking either lonely, or gloomy, and with mixed tastes.

They have been cultivating for thousands of years, some have just stepped into the Holy Realm, and some have not even touched the edge of the Holy Realm, but as a result, a young man has already reached their realm in his twenty years, how can he not shock them.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mountain accompanied Nan like a dream, and under the envious eyes of countless people, he stepped on the ladder to the sky and reached the top of the Purple Mountain.

The top of the Purple Mountain, this is not as good as the bottom of the mountain, and when you arrive here, it is the place where the real big people gather, and those who can be qualified to arrive here are all the characters who dominate the party.

One saint, two dynasties, three sects, and some other great sects are all gathered here, so to speak, the characters sitting here are all characters who can make the Southern Regions shake with a stomp, and any sect below the mountainside can be wiped out by pulling out one at will.

When Nan Rumeng stepped into here, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

The majestic gaze gives people an inexplicable pressure, making people involuntarily want to surrender to this gaze.

"Coercion?"

Nan Rumeng's body shook, and the holy power flowed, instantly canceling out the domineering eyes and stabilizing his body.

"Hahahaha, the doll of the Southern Dancer is good!" A rough voice sounded, breaking the silence on the top of the Purple Mountain.

Nan Rumeng looked for prestige, and saw a man with a tiger's back sitting behind a fairy stone table, with a big smile in his big eyes, looking at Nan Rumeng.

"That's the head of the Lion Roar Gate, the Great Sage of the Bronze Lion!" the Purple Mountain Holy Son whispered to him beside Nan Rumeng.

"Meet the bronze lion seniors!" Nan Rumeng bowed to the man.

"Niece is exempt!" The man laughed, grinning widely, looking familiar, the copper bell winked at Nan Rumeng with big eyes, and said, "I am a brother with your father Nanwu Holy Emperor, you should call me uncle!"

Nan Rumeng was stunned for a moment, and then saluted the man again, "Meet uncle!"

"Good, good, good!" The man was uninhibited, his voice was like a bell, deafening, he didn't pay attention to the frowns of the people around him, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all, "Good wine, good niece, my bronze lion is in vain!"

"Uncle drink first, I'll come over and bother later!" Nan Rumeng comprehended, bowed to the man, and said in a voice.

"My niece will go by herself, I have something to say!" said the bronze lion with a smile.

His words are very secretive, and he has something to say, which is the rhythm of openly supporting Nan Rumeng, and it is also intended to warn everyone, this is my niece, with me covering, who wants to make it difficult for you, uncle will not agree.

Indeed, as soon as the man's voice fell, the faces of several people present changed slightly, and then they quickly recovered, pretending to be fine, and drank on their own.

These words made Nan Rumeng stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, nodded at the man, and slowly walked forward.

Along the way, the Holy Son of Purple Mountain introduced everyone present to Nan Rumeng.

"Kering Ancient Sage, Wing Mei Sage, King Kong Sage, Gathering Star Sage King, Thunder Yin Sage King......"

All the big names are powerful and famous, and all of them are the Saint Dao Venerables, there are more than 30 of them, which really opened Nan Rumeng's eyes.

In an era when saints were not visible, it was indeed astonishing to see so many saints gathered together at one time.

Such a group of people can overthrow the spiritual world in minutes.

Even Nan Rumeng didn't expect that there would be so many saints and powerhouses in the Southern Regions, this is only on the surface, if you really want to count it, wouldn't it be that the number of saints in the Southern Regions will exceed a hundred, such strength is shocking.

"Nan Rumeng meets the Holy Lord of Zixiao!" After a while, they came to the main seat of the banquet, and a man in a purple robe sat upright, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, excuse me!" the man sat on the main seat, waved his hand at Nan Rumeng, and nodded slightly.

"The pearl of the Southern Dance Dynasty, Princess Rumeng, has long heard of your name, like thunder, when I saw it today, it really deserves its name, we are old people!" said the Zixiao Holy Lord with a smile on his face.

"The Holy Lord is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, at the right time, how can he speak old!" Nan Rumeng said to the Holy Lord of Zixiao, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and at the same time he was also very calm.

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