Before he could speak, Elder Qin Lin had already walked out and directly threw out a storage bag.

The Great Elder checked it and confirmed that there was no problem, so he motioned for them to board the White Bone Bridge and enter the White Bone Bridge to rest.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light fell from the sky, with a fierce sword aura, and slashed down fiercely.

The sword cultivators of the Cold Darkness Sword Sect did not have any pomp or honor, and all of them turned into streamers and galloped in the void.

Led by the "Sword God" He Fuqiong, Yan Sichun and Huan Yunzhen and other Supreme Elders were all entouraged, in addition, there were several young disciples of different ages, their sword qi was even more powerful, they were dressed plainly, and they stood in the air with a long sword.

As before, the gate of the Heavy Hell Sect was wide open, and the long bridges of blood and bones walked out of it to greet everyone.

This time, the Great Elder smiled slightly, and stopped talking, Yan Sichun stretched out a finger, and a sword light appeared in his hand.

After paying the entrance fee and accommodation fee, the Grand Elder immediately took the guests in to greet them.

Immediately afterwards, a "Candle Yi" ancestor wearing a white robe and a dazzling golden crown greeted a great elder who came to greet him, paid the entrance fee, and was invited in.

And below her, it was Cen Fangwu who took her, Meng Hongxuan and Qi Zilang followed closely behind, between the thick branches, there were several graceful figures, like a gust of wind blowing, the flowers reflected on the lake were blurred, but they gave people an incomparably beautiful feeling.

Subsequently, they came to the Beginningless Villa, because the "Suji" patriarch was in the crossing, so the leader was the "Yiyi" patriarch, the "Yixi" patriarch, and Wei Weizi, the "Yixi" patriarch was still holding a mad dog, in the noise of the crowd, from time to time there was the sound of a dog barking, and behind them, there was a group of geniuses from the Beginningless Villa.

At this time, Si Hong brought the three family masters and the Supreme Elders to greet him, and everyone said respectfully, "Meet the Immortal Emperor." ”

was so polite, so interesting, so interesting, so that several Immortal Emperors of the Beginningless Mountain Villa were very satisfied, and they didn't even blame them for taking an extra spirit stone mine because of the mistake of the Heavy Underworld Sect.

Behind them, there was a lot of people who came to Flamehorn City, surrounded by many elders.

Jiuzhi Mountain, that is, Tao Wendu, the head of Jiuzhi Mountain, had just died, and Fu Xuanxu had also disappeared, so this time the leader of the team was only a great elder named Zheng Jianghui.

The major sects, no matter what they thought in their hearts, had to pay enough entrance fees, or even extra accommodation fees, before they could be allowed to enter the Heavy Hell Sect.

Bang!

Inside the Inheritance Hall.

Thousands of soul lamps, like the ocean, in the center of the soul lamp, is a blurred picture, each scroll, with endless power.

He was wearing a simple robe, with a frightened expression, and he was the "poor" ancestor.

He rolled up his sleeves and closed his eyes slightly, as if meditating.

Suddenly, the woman named Yin Nu walked in quickly, bowed down and said, "Ancestor Qi, all the eight sects have arrived. ”

"The large and small sects under the command of the Holy Sect have basically arrived."

"Coronation, you're all set."

"You say!"

"Fu Poor" Lao Dao opened his eyes, felt it, and said indifferently: "Tomorrow is the day of the coronation ceremony." ”

"Tell her and let her prepare."

"According to the number of spirit stones and heavenly and earthly treasures, the ranking of the eight major sects will be adjusted to the corresponding position."

"Yes!"

Bang!

As night fell, it was dark in the valley.

In the darkness, the majestic stone statues fell silent, their eyes gloomy and they looked around indifferently.

Behind, the huge palace gates rumbled open.

Zhan Wuji said as he straightened his clothes and walked out satisfied.

The light yarn was fluttering, the candlelight was pale, Haoni and Wu Liu were holding a bright lamp in their hands, followed closely behind, and when they reached the edge of the steps, they bowed down: "Your Highness, go slowly!" ”

Zhan Wuji bowed his head slightly, and his figure flashed, and he rose into the air.

At night, the mountains are like a dream, and the buildings are dotted among the mountains, and occasionally the lights flicker, like stars, beautiful.

Zhan Wuji stepped into the air, the wind was howling, condescending, looking at the endless mountains and rivers below, feeling the bustling crowd around him, and suddenly thought of the shock in his heart when he boarded the "Xuangu Tomb Ship" and looked at this behemoth that had existed for tens of thousands of years.

At that time, he was endless, as if connected with the sky, and the peaks were like isolated islands, majestic and magnificent.

At that time, he was still a nervous young Qi refiner, and all the way, he was frightened, walking on thin ice, walking on thin ice, before he came to Chongming Sect.

This kind of worrying life, now that I think about it, it seems like yesterday.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, he has stepped from a Qi cultivator to the peak of the Combined Dao, ready to attack the Heavenly Tribulation. Senior Sister Li, who once made him jealous, is now his partner, obedient to him, obedient to him, hundred.

The [Bone Refining Pill] that he had dreamed of getting had never obtained, but now, on his cultivation path, it had become insignificant.

Now, the treasures of heaven and earth, peerless exercises, beauties, and capable subordinates are all in his grasp.

In this world, there are not many things that can be found.

Immortality!

One step to the top......

In this world, there is nothing that can interest him anymore.

Thinking like this, the depression in Zhan Wuji's heart was swept away, and it was replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

Thinking of this, he suddenly came to his senses and stopped.

He has a thin face and gray hair, but a pair of eyes seem to hide a clear spring, which makes people's hearts sway, and he is the guardian named "Innu".

"Meet Senior Brother Yinyin!" Zhan Wuji hurriedly gave a salute, his expression solemn.

Yin Nu glanced at him calmly and said, "Patriarch Fuxi has something to say, please come with me." ”

"Okay." Zhan Wuji nodded.

With a wave of his hand, the whole person turned into a black shadow and shot towards the chores mountain peak of the outer gate.

Seeing this, Zhan Wuji also immediately took a step forward and followed closely.

After a short time, the two came to the inheritance hall.

Tens of thousands of soul lamps floated in the air, like a flowing river, and one of them was like a round of scorching sun, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.

Above the soul lamp, a plainly dressed "Fu Poor" sat cross-legged, sensing the arrival of Zhan Wuji, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I've seen Fuxi Ancestor!"

When he saluted, Yin Nu had already bowed silently, and then left silently.

"Fu Poor" Lu Yin looked at Zhan Wuji and bowed his head slightly.

A red staircase appeared in the Inheritance Hall out of thin air, starting from in front of the "Fu Poor", and soon crossed the soul lamp and came to Zhan Wuji.

This blood-colored staircase seems to be made entirely of blood, but it seems to be illusory and has no substance.