Because the festival was close to being held, Pang Xian was busy with things, and he didn't have time to entertain his aunt and uncle, but fortunately, they could all understand. The Yu sisters were curious about Li Xiuyang's overseas experience, and the little fairy boy Yu Xiao also found a playmate, and the few of them were really affectionate.

In the following days, in addition to the presence of more scattered immortals, several heavyweight powerhouses finally came, such as the Venerable Poison Dragon of the Western Yunnan Sect, Shang Heyang, the Five Ghost Heavenly King, the Naked Zhai Liebaduo, and Shi Nanxi of the Huashan Sect, and other major sect leaders arrived one after another, bringing the atmosphere of the festival to a climax.

On July 15, the Halloween Festival, the Ten Thousand Magic Meetings were held as scheduled. The immortals of the world gather together, all kinds of breaths converge, the visions are varied, the magic flames, auspicious clouds, lotus, and treasure beads reflect each other, and the hall is reflected in a clear way.

Pang Xian was in the middle of it, only feeling like a dream, the situation in front of him was full of immortal magic atmosphere, the poisonous dragon Venerable occupied one side, he was closing his eyes and breathing, and a black cloud of smoke rose above his head, and he felt dizzy when he looked at it. The five immortal swords are fierce and compelling. There are also Zen masters who know that they are humble and auspicious, and they are tolerant of all things.

Because the mother-in-law and uncle have not yet arrived, there is some chaos in the hall. Fortunately, the Iron City Cave Tiansumeru has evolved, and the mustard seed hides the truth, which can accommodate more than 3,000 real people from various families.

Suddenly, Pang Xian glanced down and found that there was some commotion in the corner of the hall, and secretly thought that after a few times of standing up a few times before, there were still people who dared to make trouble?

When he came closer, he saw Li Xiuyang arguing with people with a red neck, and after listening carefully to whether the other party was still from the Huashan faction, he sighed in his heart. Of course, I know that the Huashan faction is simply a lewd hole, the men's indulgence in lust, and the women's debauchery**. But after all, it is the same as the Wutai faction of the Shimen, if it is not handled properly, it will really be unpleasant inside and out.

I was in a dilemma in my heart, and I suddenly heard the voice of my aunt Xu Feiniang, and it was Chu Nanchuan who was fighting against Li Xiuyang. He sent people in Huashan to hate ghosts, and once ravaged a highly qualified female disciple under the throne of the Agni Patriarch to death, so Agni found his fault several times and prepared to expel him from the sect.

Pang Xian must be in his heart, the people in the side door have different temperaments, and the relationship is complicated, and he has not yet reached the point of being proud of the immortals, and he still needs to carefully manage the network of relatives and friends.

"Master, I am sure that you will have a catastrophe, believe it or not. Hmph! When you call the heavens and the earth is not spiritual, you will know that my master is amazing. Li Xiuyang looked unbeaten, followed by several little tails, and Yu Nanqi patted his little hands and looked at him adoringly.

Pang Xian's fingers flicked, silently using the mystery, revealing a clear look. "Huh! Xiuyang, you are still good at foresight? Chu Daoyou, I see that your face is black, it is really a sign of disaster. ”

Chu Nanchuan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "How many of you juniors have only been practicing for a few years? ”

Xu Feiniang sneered beside her, and said: "My nephew's ability is not small, although he has been in the Tao for just twenty years, he is much better than some 'old-timers' who have been empty for a hundred years." ”

Facing Chu Nanchuan's anger, Xu Feiniang said with emotion: "Xian'er's great Yan Shen is highly praised when the ancestor is alive. ”

Lin Yuan, who had crossed the step so far, also confirmed: "Yes, it's a shame to say, just in terms of deduction foreknowledge, I and other senior uncles are not as good as Xian'er and his juniors!"

Jiao Yi Daoren looked resentful, and said silently: "Not only is God divination, even the cultivation realm is going hand in hand with us, and in a few years, I really don't have the face to be Xian'er's uncle." ”

Jiao Shirt Daoist luckily broke through to the cultivation of scattered immortals, and since then there has been no advance, and he is helpless against the coming calamity, and is ready to enter reincarnation.

Seeing that the Wutai immortals came out for Pang Xian, everyone present was afraid that the matter would not be big enough, so they coaxed one after another. One of them, the aconitum woman who was cultivating in Wushu Ridge in Wuxia, was moved.

This old fairy woman is quite famous among the immortals, if you talk about the inheritance of the feet, she is also a peer of the other branches of the Gu Pan Po, and she is the best at the Seven Evil Shape Sound Soul Magic. Although it is not the same as the Gu Pan Po, it is also fierce and far-reaching, and no one dares to provoke it. There is only one point, her beloved son of three lives is deeply guilty, and she is often worried, lest he be killed.

Now that he heard that Pang Xian's Great Yan Divine Calculation had been appreciated by the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, he couldn't help but interject: "Pang Zhenren is really good at the way of heavenly evolution? Maybe give my child a few proverbs?"

Chu Nanchuan was helpless against the Wutai Sword Immortal, and he was holding his breath in his heart, but someone was touting the hateful little doll with the old gods. Suddenly turned around and looked, I could only ...... Continue to hold your breath. There are not a few simple people who can come to participate in the Ten Thousand Magic Meeting, and the Flame Patriarch in the door is bent on finding his mistakes, and he can't use the Huashan faction to suppress people.

As the organizer of the festival, Pang Xian didn't want to grab someone and squeeze it hard. Someone interjected to change the topic, and he went down the slope. When I saw it, it was the Aconitum Po who was seeking inspiration for her beloved son Wuman, and she was even more sure in her heart.

In terms of the Great Yan Divine Calculation alone, Pang Xian is not outstanding, but he has the biggest plug-in, and knowing the result deduction process, it is simply not too easy. Pang Xian was also afraid of arousing suspicion, pretending to be a complete set of scenes, pinching his fingers, like a magic stick.

What's especially bad is that in the end, fine beads of sweat are forced out, as if it takes a lot of effort. In front of everyone's eyes, Pang Xian opened his closed eyes, showed a confident look, and said to the aconitum woman:

"Hatred indulges in the hook, and there are three enmities along the river. I don't know how to thank God for his kindness, but I regret that the soul of injustice flows smoothly. ”

The aconitum woman looked at Pang Xian expectantly, but after listening to him finish the proverbs, her heart was cold. This is not a good sign! Is there any bad result for your own children?

Originally, the immortals who were watching the excitement were also dumbfounded, first saying that Chu Nanchuan was forbidden in the belly of the mountain, and this time they said that the son of the aconitum woman was wronged or something, are you a disaster bird?

There was a sudden silence in the field!

Looking at the aconite-headed woman with a pale face, Pang Xian smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, don't worry, you can ask my master for a spiritual talisman at the festival, and it will come from the time of fulfillment." ”

The aconitum woman muttered something casually, no one could hear it clearly, but the black man blinked and glared at Pang Xian with fierce eyes. However, Pang Xian is not afraid, this kid's personality does not change, and it is inevitable that he will be robbed in the future.

"Giggle!" a string of silver bells rang crisply, breaking the silent atmosphere, "Little brother has such a magic skill, you might as well give my ugly child a calculation!"

The group of immortals in the field turned their heads to see which of their fellow Daoists was not afraid of the crow's beak of the disaster bird, and came to seek guidance. It's just that this look is silent.

In the treasure light, a woman with a fairy bun on her head and a goose yellow palace shirt is eye-catching. But no one dared to show the slightest obscenity to her, this was Song Xiang'er, the concubine of the famous Nine Spirits Divine Monarch. The Nine Spirits Old Monster Qiankun Yu is a rare opponent, and it is a level of existence with the naked sect leader Gu Panpo.

Pang Xian thought that since he had started, he might as well play a big one, pretended to be a little bit, and said in a condensed voice: "The black and ugly Taoist friend is really a good life, and he can be happy for more than forty years, but I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe after that." I send you a word, if you meet 'Ye', you will escape, and you will be killed when you meet 'Yuan'. ”

After that, Pang Xian also lamented, "We monks are fighting for their lives with the sky, and in forty years, the catastrophe of the immortals is coming, and it will be difficult to have a happy land on earth." "It's really a master.

The immortals originally heard Pang Xian say the gloom prophecy again, and they said that they were going to suffer, but when they heard the catastrophe of the immortals, they all felt heavy in their hearts. All the families and factions scattered immortals, but everyone has a little way, they all know that the end of the catastrophe is coming, and some timid people are already preparing for the military solution, but they want to avoid the battle of the catastrophe.

However, the immortals present were not all so pessimistic, and the Golden Sword Fairy Wen Jiao did not have the heaviness of the elders, and only felt that Pang Xian's prophecy was very interesting. At this time, he smiled and said, "Pang Zhenren, you can also calculate a hexagram for me!"

Pang Xian couldn't help but be full of black lines, he was not a street god who told fortunes! But he didn't refuse her request, "Lian Li Zhitou is happy, and the red luan star moves to my house." If you ask where the good fate is, the red line comes from the east. ”

Pang Xian's limerick poem is straightforward enough, even if Wen Jiao is also from the fairy family, she still has the shyness of her daughter's family, her cheeks are red and pink, and she said angrily: "Bah! You are still teasing my sister and me, see if I can spare you!"

Later, several people asked Pang Xian for guidance, and when Lei Qilong said to Huashan, his opportunity should be in Cuiluozhou in the South China Sea. Listen......

"Boom ......"

There was a muffled thunderclap.

The misty immortal qi rises up, the auspicious clouds and mist disperse, like waves rolling up layers of ripples, and the glow fills the entire hall, directly reflecting the brilliant crystal of the jade pillar.

Looking at the cloud bed in the hall again, the piercing Taoist and the dove Pan Po were already sitting upright.

The Ten Thousand Magic Meetings have finally begun.