Tian Yuan Continent, Great Zhou Empire.

At the end of the day, the east gradually reveals the fish white.

The Dugu Palace's mansion was full of lights, filled with joy, and the people were busy inside and out, carefully preparing for the six-hundredth birthday banquet of Dugu Sheng, one of the three major monks of Tianyuan, the next day.

Concentric locks on the neck, white dragons in ink and white dragons, one-handed swords with rings in both hands, and golden silk moire under his feet, the young man Dugu stood motionless in front of a picture of the birthday of an Antarctic immortal in the center of the main hall.

The immortal Weng was kind and kind-eyed, holding a dragon's head cane in one hand, and a huge immortal peach in the other hand, standing peacefully in front of a tall immortal pine, and six cranes on the top of the tree were circling and flying up and down. The green pine grows on a cliff surrounded by white clouds.

Xiao Wuwu quietly looked at the fairy Weng, immersed in the painting. It's just that no matter how you look at this look, you are also running towards the red fairy peach in the hand of the immortal.

"Whew-", there was a thunderous wind in his ears.

Worry-free turned his head and saw his father open his huge palm, like a hungry tiger rushing towards him.

Caught off guard, he was caught.

"My son, is it another waste of cultivation-" Before Dugu Qi's words were finished, a large hall dragon pillar twenty zhang away from here, another Dugu Wuwu wearing a red jacket appeared in front of his father's eyes.

Worry-free leaned on the dragon pillar, shook a pair of silver rings in his hand, and said with a smile: "Father's 'big grappling hand' only uses one-tenth of his strength, which can't catch the child who is urging the 'one qi and three clears' with all his might!"

After speaking, he nu nu lips red and white lips.

With a bang, the carefree in Dugu Qi's hand turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

"Haha-", Dugu Wang Ye smiled awkwardly, and then said: "My son's cultivation has made great progress!

"Father-", carefree groaned, his figure flashed, and he made a puff of green smoke and threw himself into Dugu Qi's arms.

"Yo!" Dugu Qi laughed heartily, hugged Wuwu who was only half his height with a red face, poked Wuwu's tenderness with his goatee, his face was full of joy, and said: "Wuwu has grown up!" and then put Wuwu on his shoulder, and at the same time his eyes revealed a bit of loneliness and loneliness that ordinary people could not detect.

At this time, the young carefree did not understand the complex psychology of adults, and he also knew that the short but happy time that his father accompanied him had become a lingering memory of pain and eternal nostalgia in his later life.

Sitting on his father's shoulder, he restlessly pulled Duguqi's sideburns with his two lotus arms, and pouted with a pink little mouth and said: "Father, the child wants to ride a horse! Not only will he ride you, but grandpa will also ride grandpa when he comes back tonight! Why am I only allowed to have a birthday for you adults, but I can't?!" seemed to be unwilling, so he tore Duguqi's hair vigorously with his small hands.

Dugu Qi felt a sharp pain coming from his head, and then he came back to his senses and said, "My little ancestor!

The clouds and mist shroud the fairy peaks, and there are people in the depths of the moonlit night.

The Kunlun Mountains in the western part of the Tianyuan Continent are like a sleeping dragon, from east to west, lying between heaven and earth. Numerous branch veins, extending in a north-south direction.

At midnight, a first-quarter moon also hangs quietly in the twinkling night sky.

The summer days are known to be called, but the night is even quieter.

In a pavilion on a towering mountain peak in the main vein, a huge night pearl is inlaid on a certain pillar, shining in the pavilion as if it were daytime. In the pavilion, several white-clothed people of different ages dressed in the same costume gathered around the stone table in the pavilion, as if they were discussing something important. On the table was a yellowed map marked with the word "Dugu". Around the pavilion, a soundproof magic circle is set up, so that the sound in the pavilion cannot be heard.

Outside the pavilion, there is a flat slope.

Hundreds of black-clothed men stood on the cliff slope, all dressed up and ready to go.

Some people have solemn expressions, some have greedy eyes, and some simply close their eyes to recuperate. Although the expressions of the people were strange, they were all integrated with the silent night under the silvery white night light.

At three o'clock, the white-clothed people in the pavilion had already finished their discussions.

At the command of one of the old men, a handsome young man with strange eyes threw out an object, which rose in the wind and turned into a sailboat in the blink of an eye.

As soon as this sailboat appeared, it was full of light and soared into the sky. From a distance, the sailboat is divided into five layers, the number of cabins on each floor increases from top to bottom, and outside the hatch of each pavilion, two red lanterns are hung one by one, flashing with a strange red light.

Then, he gently put away the folding fan in his hand, pointed to the east again, and commanded the people standing outside the pavilion: "Go!"

"Yes!" replied in unison to the hundreds of black-clothed men outside the pavilion.

The echo resounded in the empty cliffs, making people's blood boil.

Hundreds of black-clothed people, led by several hundred-clothed people, entered the treasure ship in turn.

After everyone entered, the demonic young man at the end entered his own flying magic weapon and controlled the treasure ship to the east......

Good things are inevitably mixed with the envy of the world under a pleasing façade.

The Dugu family is one of the immortal cultivators in the Tianyuan Continent that has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is not exempt from vulgarity. Not only did his ancestors sit firmly in the position of the Sword Venerable of the Niu'er Kunlun Great Sect in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but as the royal family of the Great Zhou, they controlled one-seventh of the territory of the Tianyuan Continent and led hundreds of millions of people.

The unattainable immortals in the eyes of mortals do not seem to eat the fireworks of the world. But how can people in the world understand, and those who cultivate the Tao also have human nature.

Mortals fight to the death for survival, fame and fortune, and immortals will fight to the death for longevity, wealth, land, law, and couples.

The Great Zhou Empire borders the vast prairie to the north, and below the scorching sun is an endless green grass.

Several small rivers are like swimming dragons, zigzag and stretching to the east.

The weather-faced herdsman rode a galloping horse, shouted, waved the long whip in his hand, and drove the cattle and sheep back to his pasture.

Suddenly, the sky gradually darkened, and the long whip in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the herdsman who was deeply surprised looked up, and an ink cloud appeared in the air at some point, and the ink cloud continued to expand like a tide, and in a moment it had covered half of the sky. With bursts of lightning and thunder, a scene of the coming apocalypse!

The long whip in the herdsman's hand turned from a pause to a tremble. The cattle and sheep that had just been driven into the pasture neighed deeply and scattered desperately. The herdsmen hurriedly dismounted, fell to their knees in panic, and prayed: "God of the steppe bless! God of the steppe bless ......."

Behind the ink clouds, thousands of men and women of different races in different costumes hid inside.

Among the aliens, the men have bald heads and broad noses, and their faces are tattooed with patterns of various strange insects and beasts, which are very terrifying, and the women wear colorful clothes, but because they are all covered with veils, people cannot see the women's faces clearly.

A green-clothed masked woman in the crowd looked indifferently ahead, looking very arrogant.

The figure is graceful, and she stands tall. The silk silk on the moon-white ring decoration is like a wisp of grass on the grassland, and it is automatic without wind. There is no smile, but the thousands of styles revealed between his gestures are enough to fascinate the world. No one knows her true age, some say she is thousands old, others say hundreds, others say less than 100 years old. But the Prairie Saints know that the Holy Maiden is eternally young and her face is not old!

"Chirp-", a beautiful birdsong pierced the sky.

Suddenly, a giant cyan bird appeared in the sky.

"Look! the Qingluan Holy Bird is back!" the men and women in the clouds whispered excitedly when they saw the return of the giant bird.

The safe return of the Qingluan Holy Bird means that for the men and women of the Prairie Saint Clan who are about to face a big war, it means that this battle has one more chance of winning, and their own safety is also guaranteed.

On the back of the sacred bird, a red-gauzed masked woman sits.

When the sacred bird stopped in the ink clouds, the woman jumped off the bird's back and quickly walked towards the woman in green standing in the clouds. The gestures are revealed neatly, showing the atmosphere of the children of the grassland.

"Slave and maid knock to the holy maid!" said the red-gaugled woman on one knee.

"What is the reply of the Kunlun faction?" The woman in green said tactfully, but it was a little less feminine softness and a little more aura of a superior person.

The woman in red felt a pang in her heart, and replied respectfully, "Returning to the Holy Maiden!" The sanctimonious guys of the Kunlun Sect have already agreed to the Holy Maiden's plan. When Dugusheng returned to his home for his six-hundredth birthday, the grassland saint clan attacked head-on, and the people of the Kunlun faction secretly attacked and killed him by surprise!"

"Very good! As long as you kill Dugusheng and destroy the Dugu family, the Dugu royal family will be like a tiger that has lost its sharp teeth, and the army in the north of the Great Zhou will no longer be able to stop my grassland saint clan's iron horse!

"Slaves obey!"

After the woman in red retreated, the grassland saint looked down at the herdsmen who were worshipping Moyun below, and a trace of worry flashed on her originally indifferent and arrogant face.

High in the air, the ink clouds flew towards the south, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the eyes of the herdsmen......