"Holy Venerable, would you like to come and enjoy the singing and dancing?"

The porcelain doll-like boy radiated a cunning light in his big watery eyes, and his milky voice replied. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The girl with an angry face was also happy, and under the hint of the boy's eyebrows, she said even more coquettishly: "Lord Shengzun, I haven't enjoyed singing and dancing for a long time on a rainy night, I hope your Excellency will be fulfilled." ”

"Alright, you can invite the fairies to come and dance. ”

Then there was no movement behind the curtain.

"You're lucky. There are shell fairies invited to appear. ”

A boy named Qingtian said loudly like a little adult, but no matter how serious he was, he couldn't change the milky child's voice.

It sounded weird to everyone.

The next moment, the sound of silk and bamboo, the shadow is longing.

It was the skillful music of the lions and other small beasts carved on the bridge, and a group of graceful and unconventional fairies in colorful clothes flew up from under the flowing bridge, dancing to the rhythm.

At the beginning, thousands of cultivators were still sitting upright, enjoying the songs and dances in a serious manner.

With the deepening of the sound of glamour, many cultivators were already fascinated.

What's more, the true nature is revealed.

In particular, those frivolous cultivators had already risen from their seats, twisting their ugly waists and shuttling among the fairies.

There are also those who know the rhythm of music, drooping their eyelids and not knowing what kind of situation the whole body and mind are intoxicated in.

Ji is not a person who does not understand the rhythm of music, but he can't combine such a strange and obscene technique with the great image of one of the three saints in any case.

He frowned for a while, and tried his best to keep his mind and not let himself lose his temper in front of the public.

A pair of golden boys and girls are already staring at those who get carried away with disdain and disgust.

And secretly wrote down the names of these people.

On the contrary, the person behind the curtain did not say anything.

After a glamorous dance, the fairies shy and hid under the bridge.

The gaffe male cultivators who made those pig brother statues very disappointed.

Next, a group of more scantily clad fish fairies jumped up, writhing their bodies, and their profligate jokes were even more explicit.

Many cultivators who couldn't control it and shuttled between them were already full of ugliness.

And the pair of golden boys and girls didn't know when they were already holding a crystal bronze mirror in their hands, dangling in the chaotic scene.

The look of disdain on his face was even worse.

And on the entire thousand jade collapses, half of them have now left the table.

The rest of the people, some of them are already sweating profusely, their eyes are closed, their brows are locked in the depths of desperately resisting the temptation, and some of them are even trembling with their bodies and desperately running to say that the exercises of purifying the heart are there, and there are very few cultivators who can calmly appreciate the strange scene like Ji someone.

"Alright. That's it. The Hanging City is near, don't let the masters on the other side see the joke. ”

It's still that languid, magnetic voice.

It's just that no matter how you identify it, you can't tell whether it's a male voice or a female voice.

This made Ji Nineteen especially puzzled.

Just as he was puzzled, a powerful divine sense swept past him, and he almost screamed in shock.

It was like a high-powered X-ray, making him feel that his entire body was exposed to outsiders, almost without any secret.

"Heh, there are still some seeds in my Three Holy Cities. ”

A barely audible murmur echoed behind the curtain.

And the boy who called the sunny day and the girl named Rainy Night, under the command of the Holy Venerable behind the treasure curtain, were already smiling and shaking the bright bronze mirror in their hands.

Strange to say, those obsessed and crazy gaffe cultivators were like marionettes who stopped almost at the same time under the illumination of these two treasure mirrors, and the next moment they were numb and returned to their own jade collapse.

And those fairies who were singing and dancing had already jumped under the bridge and did not know where to go.

The lively performers, who were still playing as if they were masters just now, have regained their still sculpture appearance.

The cultivators who had not lost themselves opened their eyes with reduced pressure, and nervously raised their sleeves to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

And more cultivators who didn't know what was going on began to ask the nervous cultivators around them what had happened.

Without exception, no one bothered them.

A small number of people like Ji were even more sinky, staring at the immovable treasure curtain with awe.

It's a pity that no one can observe behind the treasure curtain in case.

Sure enough, the Holy Venerable is the Holy Venerable, just these two songs and dances have tried the level of thousands of people.

Ji seems to have a new goal.

That is, to reach the level of the Holy Venerable as soon as possible, or even surpass them.

At the end of the new link between the two cities, a majestic city rises high, and below it is an almost straight petrified pillar that leads deep into the earth.

The magnificent carriage came from afar.

Suddenly, Xiongcheng suddenly trembled as a whole, and invisible voices piled up.

"Welcome to the Holy Venerable!"

The voice was magnificent, like the voice of a middle-aged man, and like the sound of countless cultivators agitating mana at the same time.

The huge moat did not deliberately open the portal, but only suddenly cracked a hole at the same time as the unslowing carriage collided, allowing it to drive straight in.

And this cracked mouth seems to be a colorful winding corridor of mana structure, leading to a magnificent building.

In this building, all the cultivators have gathered, all standing respectfully and solemnly, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests.

When the carriage flew into the sky above Wan Xiu, the fantasy flashed away.

Immediately after that, the figures of thousands of cultivators appeared, and they were pressed by some wonderful force like scattering beans into soldiers, and fell straight into a small position below that had already been vacated.

And an incomparably brilliant brilliance slowly shot into the gorgeous and majestic building in front of it under the arch of two dazzling stars.

Ji Nineteen glanced at it, and the position of the thousand cultivators remained unchanged, and even the distance had not changed.

I don't know if it was originally arranged in this way by the Hanging City, or if it was temporarily regulated by the Holy Venerable who came with it.

With the lesson learned in the carriage, these people are now all concerned and cautious.

Even under the gaze and divine consciousness of the many cultivators of the Hanging City who had gathered, it was very silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

However, this kind of discipline was very tall in the eyes of the cultivators of the Hanging City.

Almost all the cultivators knew who the invitees were, and it could be said that they included the best of the various forces in the Three Holy Cities, and they were very impressed to be able to do this.

Especially those who have found familiar faces in the Hanging City.

It must be known that in countless years, there will always be some cultivators of the two cities who will deal with each other, and these people still have the cunning, invincible, and arrogant appearance of fighting, fighting, or negotiating with them at the beginning.

And those who cultivated to a higher level were even more spiritually keen, and felt a spiritual pressure comparable to that of the one in this city entering the main hall.

The Saint Venerable, who had just arrived, was also unceremoniously shrouded in the audience, transmitting the sound to every cultivator.

A majestic voice echoed in Wan Xiu's mind for a moment, and he disappeared inexplicably. (To be continued.) )