Many of the monks present, including the people of Changhe Dao, all looked up together.

I just don't know when, two suns appeared on the sky!

The extra one is not the sun, but a divine mirror surrounded by hazy divine light, but the divine light is too dazzling, so that people can't see the true face of the divine mirror, and can only vaguely judge that it is a mirror.

The moment they saw this mirror, many monks breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense atmosphere just now was suddenly relieved.

A moment later, the Divine Mirror suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a voice like a heavenly sound came from the void.

"Devouring Zun, the person who comes is not a demon, not a villain, just invite him to Kunlun Divine Palace. ”

The devouring figure slowly lowered his paws, nodded thoughtfully, and then the figure slowly disappeared.

Many of the gods who heard the voice slowly receded, no longer surrounding them. Elder Cangqiu looked at the people of Changhe River, suddenly turned around and left, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The people of Changhe Dao watched Elder Cangqiu leave, his expression was quite strange, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"I'm just talking, who knew it would be like this!" Changhe Daoren was extremely depressed.

Fortunately, a figure walked out of the spatial ripples.

"Little God Lu Wu, please come with me on the long river......"

Call......

Changhe Daoren breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and nodded lightly, "Hmm", "Let's go!"

......

As if nothing had happened, all the sacredness slowly retreated into their respective viewing areas.

Ye Ang stood in the void, feeling the cold wind blowing from time to time, a little dazed.

The entire Fengwang Battle Platform was in a terrifying scene, as if it had lost the suppression of the gods, and the violent energy on the battle platform began to pour everywhere, and in the cracked Grand Canyon in the middle, there was lava tumbling and slowly gushing out.

The wind began to rage, rolling up the wild sand on the ground, and it seemed that something bigger was brewing.

It is foreseeable that if no one combs through it, the hundreds of millions of miles of battle platforms here will soon become a chaotic place.

Shouldn't I go down?

Ye Ang looked at the battle platform and fell into deep thought.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should be conscious and fly downward, a curtain of light appeared leisurely in front of him.

The points of light representing the ninety battle platforms shone brightly, reflecting on Ye Ang's face, making the latter unconsciously show a happy smile.

......

A divine light rose into the sky, and the two figures landed on the third layer of the battle platform almost simultaneously.

Number 22!

Looking at the cloud pattern in front of him, Ye Ang breathed a sigh of relief slightly, it was not bad.

He turned around to look, and happened to see Feng Xuan not far away, the two of them were promoted to the third-level battle platform at the same time, and they were old acquaintances, but they glanced at each other at the same time with a tacit understanding, and then nodded slightly, and then tacitly did not say anything more.

Ye Ang noticed that Feng Xuan's number was twenty-one.

Although Ye Ang was promoted by the defeated, no one on the third-level stage raised any objections, not even the people in the audience.

Because there is no objection!

In the middle stage of a quasi-saint, the incarnation of a sub-saint boss was forced to use the means of the gods, and he was undoubtedly the biggest favorite to win the championship at the moment, so no one felt that there was anything wrong with him being promoted to the third-level battle platform.

The desolate universe is, after all, dominated by strength.

On the fourth layer of the battle platform, the battle platform where Ye Ang and them were fighting, under the pull of the strange force, began to slowly return to normal.

......

In this round of battles, the time taken began to increase significantly, and the number of ninety battle platforms at the third level reached forty-seven on the seventh day, and the promotion after that was actually getting slower and slower.

Wars of attrition and procrastination are endless, and no one is willing to give up this opportunity.

Moreover, none of the monks in the fourth layer of the battle platform who were still fighting were weak.

Among them, Ye Ang's old opponent, Party B, after three years, was successfully promoted to the third-level battle platform, numbered seventy-nine, and narrowly won.

And Flowing Flame was promoted before Ye Ang, numbered seven!

In the later games, the viewing plummeted, and Ye Ang began to retreat on the battle platform, feeling the harvest of this battle.

......

The momentary encounter with the people of Changhe River can be said to have given him a lot of inspiration, especially about the possibility of stepping on the path of Yasheng, which provided him with some food for thought.

These things are of great significance to his future progress towards the path of Yasheng.

Especially the sword into a river, where does Ye Ang still not understand, it is a solid sub-holy spiritual power, a divine method.

How could Ye Ang despise it, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind was running at high speed, recalling all the scenes in his hands bit by bit, and never letting go of the slightest detail.

......

Under the leadership of Lu Wushen, the people of Changhe Road leisurely entered the Kunlun Divine Palace.

In the Kunlun Shrine, it is incomparably wide, like a piece of heaven and earth, the divine light is flowing mightily, the fairy glow spreads all over the ground, and the white mist is clustered, flowing leisurely.

As far as the eye can see, there are nearly 2,000 sub-holy gods, sitting on the two sides of the cloud platform, the sub-saint is coercive, connected into a piece, the divine power is like a prison, and the heaven and earth are locked up.

Even if he had long guessed that Xi Kunlun should not be simple, but seeing so many sub-holy gods, the people of Changhe Dao were also emotional.

As the outside world knows, there are only one or two hundred sub-holy spirits in Xikunlun, but in this hall alone, there are far more than that.

In the eyes of the people of Changhe Dao, although among the saints in the hall, some people are even projected here, but it is not enough to show that the sub-saints of West Kunlun are only so little.

The water in West Kunlun is very deep......

However, this has nothing to do with the purpose of his trip.

The young man in white held his head high, his feet were supernatural, and he walked to the center of the main hall without humility or arrogance, facing the Virgin of the West King.

Although the young man is only more than seven feet tall, his bearing and demeanor are eye-catching, even if it is a lot of sacredness, he can't help but admire it.

"I have seen the Virgin of the King of the West. ”

The clear eyes of the Virgin Mary of the West King looked at the people of Changhe River, with a slight smile on her face, but she did not show the slightest emotion, as if the smile that made people feel close and friendly, like a spring breeze, was the attitude of this divine to all things in the world, and she seemed to be full of closeness to everything.

"I don't know who the friends of the Changjiang River are, what are you doing when you come to my West Kunlun?" The Lord of West Kunlun sat on the main seat of the Yuntai God, just sitting casually, and did not deliberately be upright, but he had a temperament and graceful and comfortable nobility.

Even a mysterious figure like the Changhe Daoren was slightly moved by this stunning beauty, and his heart swayed in the slightest.

However, he only lost his mind for a moment, and quickly adjusted.

"The poor road is a loose cultivation, chasing the clouds and fog, and swimming in all directions. ”

Changhe Daoren smiled slightly: "As for the intention of Poor Dao this time, I can't tell outsiders, and I hope that Yaoqiong Daoist will retreat, and Poor Dao will talk about it in detail." ”

Suddenly, many sacreds glared angrily, and they were eager to try, wanting to learn from the people of Changhe River.

It's not that they are afraid that the people of Changhe Road will be unfavorable to the Holy Mother of the West King, the Holy Mother of the West King has participated in the creation, and there are only a handful of people between heaven and earth who can be their opponents, let alone unfavorable to her.

It's just that this Changhe Daoren had a conversation, and it was clear that he wanted to take the initiative in the current situation.

But he didn't weigh himself, and he couldn't say that as soon as the Lord of West Kunlun made a move, he could directly crush his incarnation.