Chonghong walked to the innate gossip platform, with lotus under his feet step by step, and nine hundred and eighty-one five-colored birds flying around his head, which is a scene that only has the greatest success in the upper three nine realms.

Most of the kings of the three nine mirrors are closed to the end of the prison, and few people are willing to come out until the last resort, after all, the three nine mirrors are not comparable to other realms, for this kind of mountaintop monk who has no mountains to climb, while steadily cultivating himself to prevent being blown down by the wind, he also wants to fight with the heavens and the earth, and be the co-master of heaven and earth.

Whether it is the king of the lower Trinity Realm or the king of the Upper Sanjiu Realm, no matter how big or small, what he gets is just the luck of one state, but the luck of one state is comparable to all the luck of three thousand states.

Some of the old monks who had never seen the ancestors of the Sanjiu Mirror in their own mountain cities in their lives were completely stunned.

"Chonghong has only been 50,000 years since Hedao, right?" Someone on the floating platform at the end of the word exchange spoke softly.

"It's been 50,000 years, if you talk about cultivation alone, the nearly million-year-old list of 100 people launched by Tiandaotai, Chonghong will definitely be able to rank it, and the speed of this kind of horror is not slower than that of those emperors when they were young."

An old Confucian on the side was full of wine, and he staggered to the front with a plump elbow in his hand, and opened his mouth to mutter: "It's a troubled era of heroes coming out soon, Chonghong is actually a stepping stone, just exploring the way for the heroes of the world, a big reshuffle of the way of heaven, you can't run away." The old man pointed at himself with his greasy fingers: "Me? I can run there, I'm going to be the first to die. ”

The monks who were chatting looked at the old Confucian with disgust, and muttered for most of the day, but they didn't hear half a word, but a good chatter was interrupted.

Those who chatted and listened to gossip all returned to their respective seats, leaving only the half-drunk old Confucian students.

The old Confucian wanted to sit down and didn't know that the seat was secretly moved away by the little guy who was stabbed by a thousand knives, because he fell weightlessly and squatted on the ground, causing the surrounding to laugh, the old Confucian also smiled and touched his face but didn't think so, the head of the white dragon in the sleeve suddenly popped out, and was beaten back by the old Confucian with a sleeve.

The old Confucian student, who is extremely honored in the world, took a bite of the elbow in his hand and staggered back to his seat.

This kind of farce is everywhere, no one cares about a down-and-out old Confucian student, even on Tai'an Mountain, there is no shortage of madmen who insult Immortal Ancestor Chonghong in public, but when the movement is too loud, when the immortal guards look at it, they will choose to shut up, there will never be a shortage of this kind of person in the world, no matter what your identity is, you are not used to seeing better than yourself.

Chonghong ascended to the top of the innate gossip platform, and the eight floating platforms that were originally restless slowly quieted down.

The Upper Thirty-Nine Realm is already the top of the Heavenly Dao, and the Chonghong Divine Consciousness is released to the eight floating platforms, so the dialogue is all reflected in the heart.

Praise, disdain, and even abuse, Chonghong has never cared about these, just like he was willing to run around for a Dao system that was absolutely impossible to succeed, and almost traveled all over the entire three thousand Dao Prefectures by himself, spending nearly 100,000 years.

If a person is willing to spend 100,000 years to do one thing, and only do one thing, the sky may not be broken.

Chonghong stood on the innate gossip platform, and the seven descendants stood behind him in turn.

Jiang Zhongxing, who was messing around with Si Ming on the side, got up and floated leisurely to the innate gossip floating platform.

Yile took a step forward and bowed to Chonghong, put his left hand in front of his left hand in front of his right hand in front of the inner fork, and then bent down and bowed ninety degrees to the immortal ancestor, the latter nodded, Yile turned around and thanked Jiang Ziwang in front of him, Jiang Ziwang accepted it calmly.

Jiang Ziwang stretched out his right hand and invited Yile out, Yile stood opposite Jiang Ziwang and played a unique head of the Daomen Immortal Family, Jiang Ziwang also saluted.

After doing all this, Yi Le flipped over his hand, and a purple copper plate the size of a human head floated on the palm of his hand.

Yile's right hand sword pointed at the imaginary talisman and dialed the purple copper plate of Baling, and at the same time, the cloudless clear sky seemed to be opened by a pair of invisible big hands, and the endless starry sky was reflected on Tai'an Mountain.

Everyone on the eight floating platforms stood up solemnly, respecting the heavens and sealing the Tai'an Mountain, no one thought that the hand of the Immortal Ancestor was so big, and it could really usher in the endless sky.

The eight are all monks, and none of them will be so stupid as to disrespect the sky because they are unhappy with Tai'an Mountain.

As for the Baling purple copper plate in the hands of Mr. Xianjia Liu, it made those old guys who thought they had read all the spiritual treasures in the world confused, and only the old Confucian on the floating platform sighed lightly and muttered, "The best treasure of goodness, the purple polar astrolabe."

'Yingtian' ended, and Yile made a mockery of Jiang Ziwang before returning to his position and continuing to stand.

Yunmeng Daze Jiang's family was proud, Jixia Xuegong left sacrificial wine, one person knelt in front of him three times and bowed nine times to thank the sky, after the ceremony, when Jiang Ziwang got up, four Dingli people appeared behind him, one light green, one dark blue, one golden, and one black. Four Dingli people shouldered the four-legged three-legged tripod of the four sides, and the tripod fell to the ground, and the festival was completed.

At the bottom of an unnamed mountain in Kunlun Ruins, there is a narrow cave that has been cut out by a knife and axe, and Chu Shishan He, who has been chased for thousands of miles, is paralyzed in the innermost part with exhaustion at this moment, covered in dust, and even the black robe borrowed from Mu Ying on his body is in tatters.

Mu Qiu, who has already become a king, will not talk about it, where has Chu Shi Shanhe suffered such a big loss under the hands of his peers. The more Chu Shishanhe thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his leg and kicked the strange Taoist priest who was lying there in a bundled knot.

Looking at the Taoist priest who gritted his teeth, Chu Shi Shanhe was indignant: "Why are you still not convinced? ”

Under the hands of the unscrupulous devil, the Taoist priest who had suffered a big loss immediately changed his face and responded with a smile: "Serve, convince orally, take it to the head of the five bodies." Saying that, the strange Taoist priest turned over with difficulty and lay on the ground.

Chu Shishanhe looked helpless: "The Taoist priests on Tai'an Mountain are all like you?" ”

The Taoist priest with a muddy face smiled and said, "Not all, not all." ”

Chu Shi Shanhe rubbed his neck, if it weren't for the regretful soul thunder of the Five Thunder Heavenly Officials a few days ago, and he rolled in the corpse pit of the mass burial cliff of the Shifang Pavilion, he was lucky to open his wings, with the strange methods of this Taoist priest, Chu Shi Shanhe didn't want to win, even if he couldn't survive a hundred rounds.

"Do you recognize the road to Tai'an Mountain?" These days, Chu Shi Shanhe has been living with his fingers crossed, for fear of missing this opportunity to become famous, and he came to this Kunlun Ruins after a lot of hard work, but he was chased and killed by this Taoist priest for a whole day, and he ran thousands of miles for a whole day, and the opening of the conference was absolutely unable to catch up.

"Know, know." If it weren't for the fact that his hands and feet were tied, Mr. Er would definitely be patting his chest now: "Menqing, my family lives next door to Tai'an Mountain, a mountain road of more than 100 meters." ”

"Let's go, lead the way." Chu Shishanhe didn't say a word, and directly carried Yin Xutian.

Yin Xutian, whose stomach was in pain by the devil's shoulder, scolded Chu Shi Shanhe for millions of sentences, and the sloppy Taoist priest was carried out of the cave by Chu Shi Shanhe, who originally planned to enjoy riding a 'bird' to fly Yin Xutian found that Chu Shi Shanhe suddenly did not move, so he tried to twist his body and look back: "What's wrong, what's wrong." ”

Chu Shi Shanhe directly threw Yin Xutian to the ground.

"Holy! What do you mean by you bastard, you can't be humiliated. Yin Xutian, who felt that his butt was smashed into eight and a half, scolded directly.

The surprising Chu Shishanhe didn't kick him this time, but instead stretched out his hand and pointed to the southeast and asked, "Is that Tai'an Mountain?" ”

Yin Xutian turned over and sat up, and then used his bound feet, moved in a direction, and finally looked in the direction of Chu Shishan River, only to see the sky open like clouds to reveal endless nebulae, Yin Xutian was silent for a while, struggled to twist up, changed to sit and knelt to the southeast and bowed to the southeast, after a long time, Yin Xutian turned his head and said to Chu Shi Shanhe: "Aren't you going to Tai'an Mountain?" There it is. ”

Chu Shi Shanhe was silent for a while, and raised his hand to cut off Yin Xutian's spiritual energy.

Suddenly, the free Yin Xutian was first stunned, and then took a few steps back with vigilance.

"Let's go." The black wings of the flowing fire behind Chu Shishan River suddenly opened.

Yin Xutian nodded and rose against the wind.

Why is Yin Xutian okay with his changing tricks on Tai'an Mountain, is it really just because he is the descendant disciple of the Immortal Ancestor? With such an extremely self-disciplined master, the eight masters of the Immortal Family are only a freak of Yin Xutian.

I didn't even go to the Heaven Sacrifice to Yin Xutian, did the Immortal Ancestor ever ask? The people on Tai'an Mountain have been talking nonsense? No. Because they know that no matter where Yin Xutian is, as long as he sees and hears it, he will definitely worship Tai'an Mountain, no matter where he is, he will definitely be.

Immortal Ancestor said that although some things can't be done, the mind is there, and that's enough.

Yin Xutian was a little happy today, it turned out that he was not the only one with true temperament in the world.

It is true that Chu Shishan and he dug a pit to lead him to jump, and it is true that he kicked him when he was angry and had nothing to do, and now it is also true to see him kneeling to Tai'an Mountain.

It seems that he will not be lonely in the future, even if he was born a demon, the worst in the world.

"Walking." Yin Xutian shouted.

Worshipping heaven and sealing Zen has always been cumbersome and complicated, and Tai'an Mountain is even more prosperous, and it has almost reached the point of nitpicking in details.

On Tai'an Mountain, there is a congenital gossip platform and an eight-character floating platform, which not only has the innate qi but also has nine poles to complement each other, and there are hundreds of tribes on it.

This Tai'an Mountain builds soil as an altar to sacrifice to the sky, and the merit of repaying the sky is said to be sealed.

This Tai'an Mountain under the hundred mountains above the ground in addition to the ground, the work of repaying the land is called Zen.