At a glance, the whole picture scroll is full of good spirit stones, exuding a rich aura, without the slightest impurities, piled together, forming one mountain peak after another, thousands of weights, meandering, even such a huge picture scroll, as if it can't be all contained.

On a huge mountain peak made of spiritual stones, there stood a majestic figure wearing a cloth robe.

Different from the previous pictures, although the previous pictures are covered and people can't see it really, each picture is facing outwards and looking at the comers.

It's just that this figure is just a back.

With his hands behind his back, it looks like he'll fly away in the next second.

His body exuded a pure spirit stone power, fused with the surrounding spirit stones, like a huge treasure house.

"Fu Poor" stood at the other end of the road, looked up at the figure, and said in a deep voice: "This is the founding ancestor of my Holy Sect. ”

"Sect Master, Heavy Ancestor."

"At the end of ancient times, the outer lands were in turmoil, demons and monsters, demons and monsters, the human race was as small as ants, and the fate of the race was in jeopardy."

"Open the heavens and the earth, punish all the people, break the sacred wood, suppress the nine shadows, seal the fallen immortals, become a Buddha on the ground, become a Buddha on the ground, become a Buddha on the ground, and become a Buddha on the ground......"

"In this world, among the nine immortals, there is one named Chongming Ancestor!"

As he spoke, "Fu Poor" felt a pang in his heart, and immediately took out a wordless catalogue and handed it to Zhan Wuji: "When you survive the catastrophe, you can leave a divine sense and a mantle in it." ”

"At that time, this diagram will be placed in this inheritance hall just like the ancestors of my Holy Sect, guarding the sect and passing it on."

"Forever!"

"Yes!" When Zhan Wuji heard this, he woke up in an instant, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

He bowed respectfully, then leaned over and took the painting in his hand.

The next day.

At the beginning of the morning, the entire Heavy Immortal Sect was already in full bloom, with auspicious birds soaring in the sky and Rui birds soaring on the ground.

A swimming fish, a dragon, soaring in the sky.

One after another, with blood and corpses, shuttled through the area, and every disciple, deacon, and elder wore clothes that symbolized their status, greeting every guest with great energy.

I saw that towering platforms appeared out of thin air.

The high platform of the clouds, the rows of tables, the large golden bowls, which contain crystal clear spirit fruits, and the table is a fragrant wine.

Countless undead attendants, corpse puppets, and blood demons, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood at the table, waiting respectfully.

The sun is scorching and the light is shining.

A majestic sect appeared above the boundless clouds, and all the forces under the command of the Chongming Sect were rushing here.

"As the saying goes, if you don't see the majesty of the emperor, you can know the majesty of the emperor." A disciple of Jiedan walked on the long bridge, walked towards the cloud platform of the inner gate, looked at the endless sea of clouds, dotted with stars, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and said to his companions around him: "We have served the sect for hundreds of years, and it is the first time we have seen such a grand occasion. ”

His friend was also excited: "When the previous head succeeded us, our strength was too weak and our status was too low, so we didn't have the opportunity to participate at all. ”

"It's really exciting to finally see it today......

"Sure enough, it lives up to its name!"

"Such a Holy Sect can serve it, it is really a blessing for our three lives!"

The strong man nodded, and said, "I don't know this time, can you let me see your demeanor?" ”

His friend said enviously: "It would be great if I could see him, he is a monk who has returned to the virtual realm, and he has defeated the sect masters of eight sects!" What a state of mind! What a guts! ”

"If you can meet the Holy Son this time, even if you pay a greater price, what is it?"

The strong man nodded: "Yes, it's just that our status is not high after all, and we are far from the position of the head of the family." ”

"Hey, who is this?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to see that in the sky, mountain peaks rose from the ground, towering into the clouds, and the clouds were rolling.

A group of monks dressed in blue robes and with a dusty temperament, as if they did not eat the fireworks of the world, walked out of the mountain range and stepped on one of the high platforms.

This platform is not large, and it is quite difficult to accommodate so many martial artists. The cutlery on the table is also very simple, and it looks like it was picked up from the mountains and cut down haphazardly.

The most important thing is that his location is very far away from the position of the head of the city, even the head of those big cities can be compared to him.

The temperament on their bodies is completely different from this avenue, and after ascending the high platform, they quickly glanced around, and there was no reaction, just sitting in their place and closing their eyes.

"Nine Ridge Mountain?" Then, there was a bit of consternation.

"Are all these people here to attend the ceremony?"

Seeing this scene, those strong people and other disciples were dumbfounded, and then they were excited: "My Holy Sect, it is really prosperous!" ”

The next moment, a brilliant sword light, with a biting cold air, instantly filled the entire void.

The brilliance dissipated, and on a platform next to Jiuzhi Mountain, a sword cultivator stood there, his eyes sharp and his expression was radiant.

Like Jiuzhi Mountain, the disciples of the Cold Sword Sect did not object, they just nodded at Jiuzhi Mountain, and sat down quietly.

Next, there is the man named "Yan Jiaocheng".

The Ice Blue Road appeared in the air, and one monster after another rushed by, their armor clanging.

Compared with Jiuzhi Mountain and the Cold Sword Sect, the area where they were located was one step closer to the position of the head of the sect. Most of the people present were god-transforming monks.

Another golden bell rang, the chariot turned, and a strong man from Liuli walked in. With the swaying of the bead curtain, the crown is raised, which looks dignified and elegant.

And this time, the seats in the Liuli King City were more spacious than those of the previous righteous forces, and the furniture they used was also more luxurious. The guests around him are all monks who have returned to the void.

At the same time, a thick flower stem fell from the sky, the petals were sprinkled all over the sky, and a beautiful figure emerged, all of them with green silk and beautiful faces.

Su Zhentian was placed on a cloud platform, this cloud platform is at the junction of the Liuli Dynasty and Yan Xi City, after they appeared, their eyes swept around, their brows were slightly furrowed, but they didn't say anything, and after saying hello to everyone, they also sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the five sects entered the battlefield with extremely fast speed, but the sensation caused was like a stormy wave, spreading layer by layer.