The Lord's Supper will begin.

Meng Fan, an outsider and the lord of the Eight Views Palace, was in the Holy City for a while in the Eastern Wilderness.

The Ancient Jiang Family, the Ancient Ji Family, the Yaochi Holy Land, the Shaking Light Holy Land, the Daoyi Holy Land, the Wanchu Holy Land, the Dayan Holy Land, the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Jiuxiao Holy Land, the Heavenly Demon Palace, ......

Countless forces deliberately voted for the post in advance.

Not only that, even the high monks of the Western Desert, as well as the most mysterious Demon Emperor Hall in Nanling, all sent representatives to come.

There is no need to spread the rumors too much in the accident world, because these people will put it forward on the spot, hoping that Meng Fan, the party, will give an accurate answer.

Especially the matter of the Sun Emperor!

Whether it is the merits, the legends, or the era in which it is located, they are all full of mysteries, and countless forces can't help but want to explore them......

Time passes slowly.

Three days have passed since the Yanwu typhoon, and the atmosphere in the holy city has become more and more lively.

Drunken Immortals.

This restaurant, which has the strength to host immortal banquets, finally announced that it will not welcome guests from now on, and will only accept Holy Lord-level existences and living fossils......

Nantianmen, withering dragons and phoenixes.

The banquet spreads out, the seats are distinct, the pure land is lively, the heroes of the eight directions come to visit, the strong people in the world gather, and the hermits of strange people from all walks of life have appeared.

Meng Fan was dressed in a yin and yang robe, sitting on the main seat, overlooking the four directions, accompanied by the beautiful and immortal Guanghan Palace Lord, after all, both of them represented foreign countries.

"It's really like an immortal festival!"

Passers-by who overlook the holy city from afar are amazed.

Even if there is a magic circle, you can see some areas that are not confidential:

Pieces of Qionglou Yuyu are suspended, and there are lotus platforms and flowers and trees everywhere.

The clouds and mist shrouded under their feet, and the female nuns who were responsible for serving tea and food were all bright and moving, as if they were in the heavenly realm.

During this period, there were people who continued to come in the clouds, all of whom were well-known figures, just like immortals going to the meeting.

"Uncle Zhongzhou Guhua Emperor."

"The Lord of the Arctic Ice God Palace has arrived."

"The monk of the West Desert is visiting."

"The Battle King of the Southridge God of War Temple is here."

……

The big men appeared one after another, and all kinds of gods shimmered, crushing the sky, like the cars of the gods.

At a glance, all of them are dragons pulling carts, the descendants of phoenix birds are flying, and each beast is extremely powerful, each extraordinary.

"See, there are layers of divine rings shrouded behind that light mind, and the cultivation is terrifying."

There are well-informed casual guidance.

"Whisper."

"This is a monk from the Western Desert, his cultivation is absolutely terrifying, it is estimated that he is already an Arhat, or even a Venerable."

"Isn't the Arctic Shrine an ancient holy place on the extreme ice field of the Northern Plains? With such a long distance, even their capital palace master came, and the face of the lord of the Eight Views Palace was really big. ”

"Nanling War God Temple, it is said that there is a secret to becoming a god in it, but I didn't expect that their war king actually came."

Not only the casual cultivation, but also many of the Supreme Elders of the Great Sect were also discussing.

Compared with Sendai Ichijutian, that kind of person is the real big man, and he comes from all over the world, and there are many strange people, who have not shown their dew for hundreds of thousands of years.

Fairy music sings in unison, and all kinds of spirit birds and beasts are presented.

On the white clouds, the palace is in pieces, the strange flowers are in full bloom, the yao grass is paved on the ground, the fairy mist is surging, but it is not more than knee-high, and many cranes and luan birds fly together.

"Compared with Beidou, Ziwei is like a small mountain village in the wilderness, and I feel like I have come to the mythical Heavenly Palace......," Yin Yanwan half-jokingly quipped.

"After all, it is one of the most special places in the universe, and it is normal to pay attention to pomp and circumstance."

Meng Fan responded.

"What about the Ancient Star of the Flood Desolation? It has been incomparably brilliant in the past, not to say that it is the absolute center of the universe, at least it will not lose too much to Beidou. ”

"It's gone, don't mention it."

The two people who have attracted much attention are transmitting their voices with divine thoughts, and they are not affected by the outside world.

Not much.

Another roar came from the sky, and the divine ship swept across the sky, causing the heavens to tremble again and again.

Almost at the same time, there was a chariot running alongside it.

"Dayan Holy Land."

"The Holy Land of the First Days."

Meng Fan, who was chatting with the beautiful woman, raised his eyes and couldn't help whispering, because he was born as an orthodox Taoist, he would be extremely sensitive to some words, such as: Dayan, Wanchu.

Both have extraordinary significance.

In the Heaven-Covering World, they are both the oldest holy places in the Eastern Wilderness.

As Yin Yanwan heard the words and looked, there was suddenly purple qi in the sky, boundless, unspeakably expensive, and inviolable, which made people think of Taishang Laojun, the old man riding a bull.

Of course, the ethereal sight of purple qi coming from the east has been regarded as a good omen since ancient times, and it is not exclusive to a certain force or a certain existence.

In other words.

The technique of purple qi coming from the east in the inheritance of the Eight Views Palace has no connection with the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

I saw a suspended immortal que appear, coming with purple qi, misty, so that the whole small world was dyed with a layer of immortal intent.

Different from other forces, the contemporary Purple Mansion Holy Lord did not ride a chariot, let alone control a divine ship, but traveled with a purple immortal que, breaking through the sky, looking unique.

"Purple Mansion, the legend is that it is the place where immortals live, and if you dare to give such a name, the origin must be amazing."

In this situation, Yin Yanwan sighed.

And Meng Fan got up and prepared to go to the South Heavenly Gate to greet the lords of the various forces, while transmitting the sound of his divine thoughts:

"In the flood wilderness, Guanghan Palace is the most famous one, and the legend is similar, saying that there is a peerless fairy who lives on the Taiyin Star in the sky."

"It's a pity that it fell with it."

Outside the South Heavenly Gate of the Drunken Immortal Que, silently, a Taoist temple manifests out, and the Taoist rhyme is endless, as if it has been standing here since ancient times.

Among the passers-by who watched the grand occasion from afar, many of the Supreme Elder-level existences failed to notice when it appeared.

It's not grandiose, it's not adorned with pearls and jade, but it's just unpretentious, and no one is stupid enough to treat it as a rural wilderness.

The boundless feeling of the avenue emanating from it made even Meng Fan unable to help but look sideways.

"Daoyi."

At the moment when he spoke, there was also an exclamation in the distance, and there was a commotion among the monks who were paying attention to the most immortal que:

The lord of the Eight Views Palace held a banquet, how many big forces did he attract?

Gossip.

Learned.

Experienced and knowledgeable.

Fuss.

These nouns seem to be contradictory, but they are perfectly integrated into the passers-by, they are actually no different from the ordinary, they also like to watch the excitement, even if they are not qualified to participate in it, they can also rely on a few words, the discussion of things is in full swing.

The immortal que is in the sky, and the ancient Taoist temple is majestic.

A big man has arrived.

Although Meng Fan didn't know them, and some of them even met for the first time, the other party was extremely enthusiastic, and instead of making the atmosphere awkward, he quickly got closer to each other.

Of course, this is also related to the thoughts of the two parties, after all, it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

If it is not a last resort, who wants to take the path of the enemy of the world?

Suddenly, Meng Fan, who was surrounded by a group of holy masters, raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

A hideous ancient ship, thousands of feet long, with a high dragon head, broke through the sky.

Heavenly Demon Palace.

At the bow of the ship, there is a middle-aged man in purple standing, with a majestic and unspeakable preciousness.

This is an ancient force that has endured thousands of eons and has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, comparable to the Holy Land.

And the most striking thing is that on its side, there is a tall figure, purple hair flying, and the aura is unfathomable, far superior to the existence of the Holy Lord.

"I didn't expect the Heavenly Demon King seniors to come too."

Yin Yanwan's eyes flowed, revealing a light smile.

For this scene, she actually expected it in her heart, after all, this Demon King of the Dao Cutting Dao arrived in Beidou with the help of Meng Fan, and if she received the news, she would definitely come to cheer.

"Ji family?"

Outside the Drunken Immortal Que, a group of monks raised their heads, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the forces that arrived after the Heavenly Demon Palace.

It stands to reason that the Ancient Ancient Family will not give face to anyone, and the Holy Land without the suppression of extreme weapons will all bow their heads in front of them.

Can ...... today? It's unusual!

Honestly following behind, he had no intention of stepping on the Heavenly Demon Palace warship in the air at all.

In fact, the Ji family is also bitter in their hearts.

In the difficult era, the Holy Lord and the Living Fossil were already the top combat power, but I don't know how the Heavenly Demon Palace did it, there was actually a Heavenly Demon who cut the Dao.

Let's ask, who dares to offend the real king?

The strong must be respected!

Even the extreme forces did not dare to underestimate each other.

In this way, the Nantianmen became more crowded, and there were more and more big people.

"Where's the light?"

"Here we are."

Between the surging mist, dozens of brute beasts came in the clouds, all of them were alien species left over from the ancient times, the scales were forested, extremely hideous, and the Holy Lord of Shaking Light who had recovered its heyday stood among them, and one hundred and eight divine rings were added, like a god in the world, and the holy light was dazzling.

It's not glorious to say, Meng Fan can have today in Beidou, all relying on the other party.

However, whoever underestimated Li Daoqing because of this is undoubtedly a fool.

That one-handed Mixed Yuan Holy Light Technique, especially the Black Gold Dragon Pattern Ding that had evolved, I don't know how many Holy Masters there were, it was difficult to take it over with its own hard power.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Meng Fan took the initiative to speak.

Previously, it was the other Holy Lords who greeted him, but when he arrived at the Shaking Light Holy Lord's side, he immediately received special treatment.

As for the effect...... Immediate results.

I saw that Li Daoqing had a smile on his face even more, and he was much more sincere, and he crossed arms with Meng Fan, looking like a sworn brother, which made all the big people look sideways.

At this time, the sky was illuminated, and there was a glorious sky, and another Dacheng king appeared.

Beyond the Sendai double heaven I don't know how much breath emanated, the people who came did not hide it, directly revealed their true faces, wearing a bright robe, tiger eyes are terrifying, the gods are compelling, wearing a crown, the dragon walks and the tiger steps forward, like the king of heaven descending into the world.

"This ...... Bright Body! ”

Li Daoqing was a little out of shape, and the light that shrouded his body was like the light of rice grains.

The Light Body, a super powerful and terrifying physique, is juxtaposed with the God King Body, known as the Light and the God King joining forces, which can crisscross the starry sky.

Not only crape myrtle has related legends, but also Beidou.

Moreover, among the past sages of the Shaking Light Holy Land, there are also such physiques, which are very suitable for cultivating the Mixed Yuan Holy Light Technique.

"Fellow Daoists, I haven't seen you for a few days, like every three autumns."

The King of Light should have inquired about Meng Fan's various deeds, and he came to support him with a posture of equality and fellowship.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Fan, Yin Yanwan, and the Heavenly Demon King who had just come down from the warship greeted each other, and anyone could see that they were familiar with each other.

"What about the Qinggu Daoists?" The Heavenly Demon King said curiously.

"Kitahara, I really can't pull away."

The King of Light replied simply, without answering what he was exploring, and changed the subject:

"Where's the King of the Golden Crow?"

"Nanling, I can't pull away either, ask me to stand up for Meng Daoyou." The Heavenly Demon King replied in a deep voice.

And Meng Fan didn't ask, even if the performance of several Dao Cutting Kings now already shows that they have found a great opportunity.

Can... Who knows the secrets of Beidou better than him? I'm afraid that the supreme who is dormant in the forbidden area of life will not dare to say this.

"It is estimated that the king of people will not come, Zhongzhou Dragon Qi will help him repair the origin, and go further, I am afraid that he will no longer ask about the world, and go to the death ......"

Between the words, their relationship was confirmed, and they were all visitors from outside the country.

"The supreme power of the human race, Nangong, is arriving!"

At this moment, someone shouted loudly.

As soon as these words came out, all the Beidou monks were taken aback, even some big shots, they all temporarily looked away from Meng Fan and the others and looked out.

The clouds and mist are surging, the petals are fluttering, the pieces are clear, and a road paved with crystal flowers is straight from the sky, and the fragrance fills the sky.

The legendary power of the human race, Nangong Zheng, cultivates the secret of longevity, takes plants and trees as his home, fills his hunger with strange things, and never leaves the spiritual grass around him.

Nangong Zheng appeared again...... "No one is not shaken."

It has long been rumored that he sat down two hundred years ago, but no one thought that he would appear in the world at this juncture.

"No wonder the older generation calls him the immortal Nangong Zheng!"

"......" Meng Fan.

If nothing else, 600 years later, he is still alive and strong.

Nangong is powerful, and he wants to fight for a lifetime of immortals!

As soon as he thought of this, he was as calm as Meng Fan, and the corners of his mouth were still not controlled, and they rose slightly.

"Why are you laughing?"

Among the people present, Yin Yanwan was the most familiar with him and the most concerned, keenly aware of this scene, and asked curiously.

"Funny things come to mind."

"Is it because of this Nangong power?"

“……”

In the end, Meng Fan said mysteriously: "Six hundred years later, tonight, the fairy will definitely know." ”

Even though she didn't know what it was, Yin Yanwan was still very happy and looked forward to the performance of this Terran powerhouse.

Because she saw Meng Fan for the first time, she was no longer as calm as usual.

In this way, after waiting for a while, and after confirming that there were no more visitors, the group walked into the Heavenly Palace.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Meng Fan drank a glass of wine first and sat casually.

Seeing this, all the holy lords also followed the lord and no longer kept a straight face.

"Recently, there has been a lot of turmoil in the Holy City, since Meng Daoyou is in person, can you solve our doubts?"

The Queen Mother of the West has high temples, nine phoenix hairpins are inserted, and the smoke is falling, she is dignified and holy, beautiful and outstanding, and has thousands of manners.

The laughter disappeared, and most of the people in this heavenly palace were the lords of one side, in charge of this land, or the leaders in the scattered cultivation, and their identities were transcendent.

"Yes."

Meng Fan nodded.

The fairy music did not stop, the beauties danced, their clothes fluttered, one by one like a fairy Lingbo, and the white clouds and mist under their feet were swirling.

Outside the palace, the Luan bird flies, bright as a rainbow, the spirit bird is Zhizhi, the rui qi falls, the longevity ape offers peaches, and the fragrance is overflowing.

But no one cared about this, and their eager eyes fell on Meng Fan, including old acquaintances such as the King of Light.