He was overjoyed to be reunited after a long absence, and after briefly talking about the recent situation of everyone, Yang Chen explained his intention. The chaotic and bloody scene had already made the night silent, Ye Banmei and the others believed Yang Chen's words without any suspense, but after hearing what Yang Chen said, the faces of the three of them all had a heavy color.

"Senior sister, what are you still hesitating about, hurry up and take me to see my master, he will definitely be able to convince the head of Sikong. Yang Chen looked at Ye Banmei anxiously, not understanding why they were like this, the sound of shouting and killing and the sound of vitality bursting suddenly passed into the distance, like a big river breaking a gap, and everyone was rushing in one direction. Ye Banmei, who was still hesitating, became nervous on his face, and glanced in the direction of the crowd, "Let's go, something happened to the sect." ”

Yang Chen, Bing'er, Painting Tiancheng, Ye Banmei and other six people flew in the direction of the flow of people, Ye Banmei, the night was dead, Jin Tiesheng and the three of them did not pay attention to Yang Chen's cultivation, at this time they found that Yang Chen stepped on and flew, light as dust, elegant like a cloud moving by the wind, like the breath of the sea and the ocean, he couldn't see his cultivation, and sighed faintly in his heart.

The flood of people suddenly stopped, and then surged in both directions. After Yang Chen sensed it, he found that he had already entered the first layer of the Luna Nebula Secret Realm. The bright white star in the center of the nebula glowed with colorful colors, and a tapestry of clouds swirled around it. It swirls slowly, like the center of heaven and earth, around which the stars revolve. The demon mountain was not surrounded by the brilliant star in the center, but a star swirling around it. This star body was dimly bright, like a piece of black iron condensed, not round but like a black peak, on the peak there were still continuous houses, if Yang Chen was immersed in the scene, he could recognize that it was the small courtyard where he lived when he became a disciple of the inner sect of Jiuding Sect. At this time, this star body has been surrounded by the demon mountain forces, and the powerful moon god forces have also gathered on that star.

The white dragon Zhenjun sat leisurely on a pair of dragon chairs, the dragon chair is carved with a piece of overall white jade, exquisite, floral patterns, and the lustrous brilliance reflects a piece of brilliance. On the white jade table in front of him was a finely carved flower pot, and there was a grass in the flower pot, which anyone in the Shenlongmen would recognize, this was the red dragon grass. The aroma of the red dragon grass condensed but did not disperse within the two zhang of the white dragon true monarch, and the green dragon true monarch and the yellow dragon true monarch stood behind, faintly elongating their breathing, savoring the energetic aroma.

Behind Huanglong Zhenjun and Qinglong Zhenjun stood twenty-four sturdy men, if you pick one out at random, they are extremely handsome, but when put together, they are like cabbage from a field, too ordinary. They were dressed in blue, yellow, and white robes, with a suede belt tied around their waists, and in the center of the belt was a blue, yellow, and white jade seal of the same color as the robe, on which a lifelike dragon was carved. There are eight cultivators in each color robe, the white robe one stands at the front, the yellow robe stands at the back, and the cyan robe is in the center, like a rectangular colored jade. These cultivators all looked proud, their eyes were empty, and their eyes were just looking at the white dragon Zhenjun and the other three in front of them, in the Moon God Star Domain, they were called Dragoon Yuanzi.

Scattered in the farther crowd, Sikong Mingyue, Chang Xuedao, Zhao Huaiding and others could be seen, and behind them were the disciples of Jiudingmen. Next to it, you can see Long Xiangyu of the Qinglong Gate, Ling Xingjian of the Jade Book Hall, Gongsun Tianyi of the Moon Star Valley and the disciples of the same sect, almost all the immortal mountain sects on the Dragon Dynasty planet are all together, and the momentum is majestic, but if compared with all the forces scattered around, these sects are like a drop of water in the sea, insignificant and incalculable.

There was a figure that seemed to be curled up in the arms of a female disciple behind Sikong Mingyue, covered with brocade, and the seemingly thin body trembled slightly with a cough, and the whole face was almost buried in the fur collar, and after coughing a few times, she turned her head, her beautiful eyes had a faint sadness, and it was strange that her seemingly sick body had a red face, as if there was a surge of fire gushing out. But she still felt very cold, and she shivered when the breeze blew. Sikong Mingyue turned her head and glanced at her with a sigh, "Yue'er, you better go back, it's windy here." ”

"I still want to see again, what are the people of Demon Mountain like?" Sikong Yue was still persistent, his eyes looked at the sky in the distance, and he couldn't help coughing a few more times. The woman holding her in her arms persuaded, "Senior sister, why are you doing this? I'd better send you back." I haven't seen him when the planet was destroyed, so he shouldn't be there!" Zhao Man looked at Sikong Yue with pity, and tears slipped down gently, and the drops on Sikong Yue's red face actually condensed into a ball of frost. "Senior sister, why are you crying again?" Sikong Yue felt a hint of coldness on his face. Zhao Man gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Sikong Yue's face. smiled sadly and said, "I see that Demon Mountain has dispatched all the elites this time, and it will inevitably be another vicious battle." When Sikong Yue heard this, some pictures appeared in his mind, the eighteen peaks of Yanyunmen, Liu Yunfeng's cave, and the unforgettable handsome and resolute figure, suddenly his eyes were sad and sad.

When Yang Chen, Ye Banmei and a few people arrived, the outside of the star body was already surrounded by the demon mountain, and they were about to fight in, but they saw that the surrounding demon mountain crowd suddenly made way of a road, and several people had to enter in surprise. Who knew that it was unimpeded, and no one intercepted it. "They're going to catch it all and wait until we get in. Ye Wuxian said with a sigh. Yang Chen was thinking about how to hide his body after entering, otherwise he would have become a turtle in the urn before the demon mountain and the moon god could make a move.

"We suppressed Xiu Wei and went in with Senior Brother Ye, pretending to be their disciples. "Yes. Painting Tiancheng and Bing'er whispered yes. Ye Wuxian determined the location of the Jiuding Gate from a long distance, and deliberately bypassed the prominent place where the White Dragon True Monarch was located, but when he was flying by, he heard someone shouting: "A few of you come here." The sound was like thunder rolling through the sky, everyone could hear it, and the night was clear, Yang Chen and the others could hear it most clearly. In the blink of an eye, Qinglong Zhenjun, who was standing behind the White Dragon True Monarch, was looking at them with a weaving look in his eyes. The crowd of people below also looked at them one after another, like a dazzling sun suddenly rising, and thousands of eyes were focused here, like countless snakes swimming on their bodies making them very uncomfortable.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Ye Wuxian's heart, and he wondered in his heart: "Could it be that they found out about this?" he patted his head helplessly, thinking of how to deal with it, and Yang Chen and the others swept towards the Qinglong True Monarch. Yang Chen, Bing'er, and Hua Tiancheng followed Ye Wuxian, Ye Banmei, and Jin Tiesheng behind them, just like their disciples.

"Jiudingmen is silent at night, Ye Banmei, Jin Tiesheng has seen Zhenjun. There was no death in the night, Ye Banmei, and Jin Tiesheng said in unison, and the six of them saluted from afar, ready to flee in case of an accident. Qinglong Zhenjun glanced at them, and didn't care about them standing in the distance, it was common for the disciples of these sects to be afraid when they saw them. "What's the situation outside?" asked the seemingly leisurely Qinglong Zhenjun casually.

"The outside was so tightly surrounded that I was going to fight to the death to get in, but they actually made way for a passage and came in. "The back is cold at night, and I am already sweating. I don't know what Qinglong Zhenjun means, so I have to tell the truth about the situation outside. "How many people?" Qinglong Zhenjun's eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he was peering into the soul of the night. "The small one came in in a hurry, I haven't seen it clearly, there are probably millions!" The number of people in the inductive demon mountain when the night is not dead should be more than one million, but the real power that determines the outcome of such a large battlefield is not the number of people but the number of strong people, if it is the Nebula Realm, one more person can decide the victory, if it is the Five Elements Realm, it only needs a gap of ten people, and the other strong people who cultivate are not important.

"Well, as I expected. Go down. Qinglong Zhenjun waved his hand, and his eyes never looked at Yang Chen and the others again. Yang Chen lowered his head and secretly probed all the people here, faintly feeling that the White Dragon True Monarch was very powerful, as if it was far beyond the previous estimate of him, and those dragon riders here were also an extremely mysterious force, and the fluctuations of the vitality they emitted were very strange, like a volcano about to erupt, the hidden power fluctuated and fluctuated, maybe at a certain moment, it would be like a desolate beast breaking through the obstacles and shocking the world.

Ye Wuxian was bleeding cold sweat on his forehead, and at this time, he wiped it gently, gave Yang Chen a few looks, slowly stepped back, and was about to fly away when he suddenly heard another person say: "Wait, who is she?" Several people looked back but saw Bailong Zhenjun turn his head, looking at Bing'er with a slight frown.

"She, she's my disciple. Although Ye Banmei said this sentence in her heart, she was still a little sluggish, and the anxiety in her heart could not be concealed at all.

"I have never heard that the Jiuding Sect has accepted the supernatural as a disciple. Even the spirit beasts connected by blood have already left before this, how could she be here?" Bailong Zhenjun suddenly raised his head and looked at the high sky, his eyes were full of endless melancholy, the memory of the past came back to his mind, the powerful spirit beast had brought endless joy and pride to himself, but the demon mountain destroyed all of this, I don't know whether it was anger or resentment that flooded his face.