Peng Eighteen kept caressing Kun Xiaoxiao's slightly trembling forehead, as if he had suddenly aged long live.

On the bed, Kun Xiaoxiao's whole person seemed to be thinner, and she was so weak that she only had the strength to breathe, which was because Lin Yang knocked her unconscious at a critical moment, otherwise she would have exhausted her essence and blood to meet the ancestor of the Peng clan.

Inside the house, a group of Peng doctors stood around, all with gloomy faces.

No one can save Kun Xiaoxiao's vitality that is about to dissipate, it can only delay the process of her death, everyone can't bear to look at Peng Eighteen's sad face at this moment, they can only drop their hands and sigh, crying out in vain.

"Tiny ...... Little...... Grandpa will definitely find a way to cure you!"

Peng Eighteen smiled and called, but his smile was impossible to look at, and deep despair and regret shrouded this grandfather's heart, making his heart like a knife.

At this sad moment, suddenly, someone hurriedly pushed the door and walked in.

"Patriarch, the majestic of the Bifang clan outside asks to see him, saying that he can help Miss Sun!"

What the?

Peng 18 turned around, his eyes full of shock and hope!

He rushed out with a bang, almost breaking the gate, and in the crowd surrounded by a group of Peng clan powerhouses outside, the majestic figure was particularly eye-catching, and beside him, a handsome and miserable wood spirit was smiling at everyone leisurely.

Xiongda saw Peng Eighteen's loveless expression, and immediately grinned and pointed to the handsome tree next to him:

"Hehe, Patriarch Peng, don't thank me too much later~~~"

......

"Alright! Alright!!Little she's saved!"

After just a stick of incense, everyone suddenly cheered with joy in the hall.

But unexpectedly, Peng Eighteen was not in the main hall at this moment, but in a secret room next to him, looking at the majesty of Lin Yang's incarnation with deep eyes.

"Majestic ...... What the hell do you Bifang want to do?"

Peng Eighteen knew that his granddaughter had hope at the first sight of Shuai Shu, but as the patriarch of the Peng clan, the sudden appearance of the majesty in front of him really made him feel elusive.

Everything that has happened in the past is too shocking.

The big banquet competition full of confidence has become a grand event for the Feng clan to show its prestige, but if you think about it, everything behind this is actually the credit of the Bifang clan, and there is nothing to do with the Feng clan at all!

Three wins in five games, all the winners are the Tianjiao of the Bi Fang clan, the terrible feathers of the hairy egg, the last killing move of Huo'er, and then to this inexplicable Xiongda, the small picture of his last sword stuning Kun still makes Peng 18 feel frightened when he thinks about it now; plus this powerful wood spirit brought by Xiongda, how much strength does the Bi Fang clan still hide now?

I don't understand.

Peng 18 couldn't understand it at all.

Such a terrible opponent, how could he not be worried.

"Haha, of course I'm here to save people, what else can I want to do?" Xiong laughed honestly and cutely, just like Murong Bai in the Nether back then.

"Put away your tricks, Xiongda, tell me what the Bifang clan really thinks, I, Peng Eighteen, will never receive your favor in vain!"

Ginger is really old and spicy!

Xiongda smiled slightly, and his honest expression suddenly became unfathomable:

"Patriarch Peng is too worried, this time I only came to save people, and I don't expect you to give anything in return, Kun Xiaoxiao is the future pillar of the entire Yiyuntian, and no one can bear to let her fall like this!"

"You...... Thinking about the entire Yiyuntian??" As a result, the words of Xiongda still made Peng Eighteen taste a different taste.

"Hehe, think what you like!" Xiongda continued to pretend to be stupid, and did not plan to have a showdown with Peng 18 at this time today.

If he wants to integrate the power of the entire Yiyuntian, he must first open the Empress Temple, so that he can have enough qualifications and right to speak, as for the fact that he is coming to save Kun Xiaoxiao now, in addition to the reason he just said, of course, he has some selfishness.

Joke!

This is a peerless genius!

Such a good seedling is not under his command, and the commander of Lin Yang Tianhuo Yanjun is really in vain!!

......

This night.

It seems like a long time.

While the Peng clan and the others were anxiously waiting for Kunxiao's news, Li Yunfeng had already returned to his palace, sitting silently in front of the desk and staring at the black spiritual jade pendant.

"Hehe, Ligongzi, what's the matter, lost again?" As a result, a message came at this moment.

"Who the hell are you?Where are you watching me??" Li Yunfeng was tired of the feeling of being toyed with and applauded, and he swore in his heart that once he truly mastered the power of the Divine Bird, he would definitely break those guys into pieces!

"Hehe, you'll see me in three days!" the man's sneering voice was like a devil's: "Now your preparations are almost done!"

"The Feng Clan's side is already fine. Eight words, chilling.

"Hehe, okay! As long as Feng Shiyi and they can't launch the [Phoenix Feather Annihilation Heaven] Great Array in Sunset Valley that day, you will be a great meritorious, and the future King of Yiyun Heaven will be just around the corner!"

"Remember what you promised me, don't kill people of the Feng clan indiscriminately!"

"Don't worry, hehe, as long as they don't resist, these are your future subjects...... Let's look forward to an honest meeting in three days!"

With the disappearance of the mysterious man, the entire Sunset Valley was plunged into the quietest darkness before dawn.

Just like the grand event three days later, the terrible black wave was about to sweep it away.

......

Three days after the feast.

Sunset Valley is full of excitement and festivities.

All the members of the Feng Clan walked and hummed a little tune, reminiscing about the refreshing victory of the previous night, and at the same time imagining the glorious moment that the Feng Clan was about to usher in at the Ten Thousand Souls Conference.

To put it mildly.

What else is there to do at this conference?

There's no suspense at all, okay?

There are Xiongda, Xiong Er, and the two of them are here, who else can stop the Feng Clan's footsteps of winning the championship this time!

Everyone was only looking forward to the happy scene of the Feng Clan's re-crowning and enthronement after tens of thousands of years in three days, becoming the overlord of Yiyuntian.

And these three days have passed in the expectation and waiting of everyone.

......

Wing cloud calendar, the ninth day of September.

The pilgrimage to all souls was officially opened.

This is a rallying rally, this is a triumphant rally.

Under the leadership of the Nine Supreme Races, the compatriots of all ethnic groups of the Yiyun Heavenly Divine Bird ushered in this 10,000-year pilgrimage ceremony.

The whole Sunset Valley, on this day has become a sea of flowers, has become a holy land of joy, the young man's face is full of bright smiles, the smiles of the girls are hidden in infinite joy, all the lucky to be able to participate in this conference of the gods will be this day as the most precious memory of their lives, forever cherished.

All right.

The opening lines are finished, so don't waste the number of words.

In short, today's Sunset Valley is quite magnificent, quite domineering, quite joyful, and all kinds of it.

The bigwigs represented by Feng Shiyi are also quite photogenic today.

After a fight three days ago, I don't know why, the relationship between the three patriarchs not only did not become tense, but seemed to ease a lot, Peng 18 took the initiative to say hello when he saw Feng 11, Jin Jiu was extremely interested in warming up the two eldest brothers, and finally the three supremes walked hand in hand to the [Fengming Terrace] of the conference venue, and sat high in the middle of the rostrum, enjoying the worship of 10,000 people.

Around Fengming Terrace, there are crowds of people, and the audience is nearly more than 200,000.

Every time the Ten Thousand Souls Conference, the whole Yiyuntian Divine Bird will come to watch the ups and downs, pay homage to the Sycamore Sacred Tree, express the feelings of faith, now there is still a period of time before the start of the conference, but the excitement of the scene has been like half of the boiling water, the catharsis of the grunt, everyone you say I am full of joy, all of them are looking forward to the bright future of Yiyuntian, such a peaceful atmosphere makes the three supreme bosses in the rostrum inevitably show a joyful expression.

"Hehe, two brothers, our Yiyuntian can have such a situation, it is all the credit of your hard work!"

The patriarch of Jin Jiu sent a sycophant very appropriately, and the shot made Feng Shiyi and Peng eighteen times more comfortable.

"The Feng patriarch has good intentions, the Feng clan can have today's achievements, and the Peng clan also sincerely admires it. ”

Look.

Peng Eighteen also relented.

In fact, this does not mean that this big guy will admit to the Feng clan in the future, but people must know how to see the situation clearly, at least the Feng clan won the championship in this session of the Ten Thousand Souls Conference is already a sure thing, why is he Peng Eighteen not an adult, say two good words and don't need money.

"Hehe, the two have won awards. Feng Shiyi's face trembled.

He wasn't much more modest either.

Sometimes, when the sycophants come, they have to enjoy it with peace of mind, who made our Feng clan have such an excellent talent.

Ha ha!

Feng Shiyi hadn't been so happy as he had been in tens of thousands of years, but thinking of the two Tianjiao of the Feng clan at this moment, he was somewhat worried about his own clan's Liyun Peak.

Alas......

That kid has suffered such a big blow this time, and there must be a way to help him get through this mental hurdle, but now that the conference is imminent, he can only wait until after the meeting to think about it in the long run.

Of course, Feng Shiyi cared about Liyun Peak.

It's a pity that sometimes this kind of care from elders is hidden in the heart, which often leads to irreparable and terrible consequences.

......

Away from Yunfeng, when there was still a quarter of an hour before the opening of the conference, he walked out of his room on time.

According to the process, after the conference began, the opening speech was first read, and then there was a grand entrance ceremony with a total of 1,000 players from the nine divine bird races and the scattered cultivation team, and now he was supposed to walk to the preparation area of Fengming Terrace to line up and assemble, but the direction he was heading in at the moment was the other side that was unexpected-

The direction of the Ancient Teleportation Array!!

......

At this moment, outside the Ancient Teleportation Array, there are still strict guards.

It's just that because of the Ten Thousand Souls Conference, the number of guards in the original realm has been reduced by one team, but this doesn't matter, because the two immortal king-level elders Feng Wu and Feng Seventeen are still loyally guarding the teleportation array, and they won't let anyone open this devil's door full of danger.

And what Feng Wu never expected at this moment was that he actually saw a figure that should not have appeared here at all at this time.

The old phoenix didn't realize that the situation was wrong at all, and just asked the visitor with concern:

"Yunfeng, why are you here?"