120, the ancestral dragon feast

The water tribe established Beppu on Penglai Island, and worked hard, the invitation letter can be said to be sent all over the famine, even Sanqing also received the invitation, how arrogant Sanqing is, if the water tribe lord's mansion is established, the three of them may also consider it, this Beppu sent a letter, Sanqing can let him enter Kunlun has given Tianda face.

Sanqing is not interested, Zhang Yang is also lacking in interest, if it is elsewhere, he may still watch a lively scene, this Penglai Island will be exempt, he doesn't want to be an onlooker, after all, he just came out of there, and it is inevitable that he will be recognized by others.

It's just that if you don't go to the banquet, you still have to go to the East China Sea, whether it's the way of destruction, Tongtian and others, Zhang Yang still misses it, especially the little supervisor, he also wants to know how this little guy is doing now.

Along the way, Zhang Yang did not deliberately let go of his speed, he walked leisurely, and from time to time he could see the streamer flashing, all of them were monks who went to participate in the water tribe to open Beppu, but they may not know what kind of mood these monks had.

"Daoyou is so interested!" A hearty voice came from behind, Zhang Yang looked back, and in an instant, a red figure jumped in front of him, and the person who came was dressed in a red Taoist robe, with a white face and long beard, and on his back, a huge red gourd fitted, if he dressed up, he would be a 'I love Luo'!

Zhang Yang can guess who the person is with his toes, Hongyun, the first unlucky guy in the legend of the starting point, and the guy who will pull out the Hongmeng Purple Qi in the future, now, Zhang Yang still can't confirm whether this Hongmeng Purple Qi exists, if such a super temptation really exists, Hongyun will definitely die unjustly.

"Poor Dao Hongyun, I've seen Daoyou!" When Zhang Yang was stunned, Hongyun bowed down and introduced himself, this guy doesn't say anything else, this naturally familiar surname makes Zhang Yang a little kind, in the wilderness, most of them have a serious face, for fear of falling into their own identity, Hongyun obviously wants to fit the surname of future generations.

"Poor Dao Nanhai, I've seen Red Cloud Daoyou!" Zhang Yang smiled, a lot more casually, and the clouds spread under his feet, connecting the red clouds, which was regarded as an invitation.

"Daoist friends are going east, aren't you going to Penglai Island?" The two sat on the clouds, and Hongyun began to ask.

"Haha, what are you doing there, the dragon clan is just opening a few mansions, that guy from Zulong may not be able to come up, what's there to see!" Zhang Yang pouted and said, with a look of disdain;

He thought in his heart that the ancestral dragon and the unicorn and the phoenix cultivation must be equal, and he didn't bird the unicorn and the phoenix anymore, if he licked his face and ran away, he wouldn't even be able to see the ancestral dragon, and he would fall in a grade, and there were other reasons that were inconvenient to explain.

Hongyun was choked by Zhang Yang's face and flushed, this guy didn't even get an invitation to the water tribe, he begged to see the excitement in vain, and now the high-end party he thought was a low-end party in Zhang Yang's eyes, how to keep him from panicking.

Hongyun is also a sub-saint one-day monk, and Zhang Yang's cultivation is also a quasi-saint Great Perfection, he can see it at a glance, but Zhang Yang's words make him feel that this world is really wonderful, a quasi-saint monk can be so disdainful of the ancestral dragon, that words and eyes are not pretending, but a heartfelt attitude, for a while, Hongyun didn't know how to answer.

"The dragon clan is not willing to be lonely, the flood is troublesome!hey, hey, it's a little interesting!" Zhang Yang didn't care about Hongyun's thoughts, and said to himself, the dragon clan is in the world, will the unicorn and the phoenix be far away?

"Daoist friends are right, the flood is eventful, but I don't know how many monks are going to suffer!" Hongyun sighed a little when he said this, and his attitude in his heart was diametrically opposed to Zhang Yang's, worried about the monks, Zhang Yang made it clear that he was watching the excitement, and he had a lot of cheers on the side.

"Why should you worry about others, you need to know that others are also your own choice, what do you have to do with it?" Zhang Yang also consciously mentioned Hongyun, as for whether this sentence can change Hongyun's attitude, I really haven't thought about it.

"Hehe! What Daoyou said is reasonable!" Hongyun smiled a little embarrassedly, and Zhang Yang's words were somewhat effective.

"The strength of the dragon clan is still very strong, plus the East China Sea clan clan, it's hard to say whether they will go ashore or not, it's better to worry about them than to worry about the various dynasties of the flood wilderness!"

Zhang Yang finally caught a chatter, and he didn't want to drive Hongyun away, whether it was Kan Dashan, not to mention that this guy communicated everywhere, and he could know some secrets, so he simply changed the topic.

Hongyun also nodded when he heard this, no matter how powerful the water tribe is, if it goes ashore, it will definitely be discounted, it is indeed not the most worrying thing, "There are not many ancient dynasties left now, the Yin and Yang Ancestors of the First Mountain, the Qingtian Ancestors of the Northern Wilderness, etc., are powerful, the number of creatures in the flood and desolation increases, if the dynasty increases, it is indeed worth worrying!"

"Don't care about him, Daoist friends have gone to listen to Hongjun's preaching, do you all have to listen to these great supernatural powers?" Zhang Yang didn't want to talk about this topic, but had a great interest in the secrets of Zixiao Palace, and the six futons in the legend didn't know that they really existed.

Hongyun thought for a while, and said: "The saint's preaching is a great opportunity, and I expect that all the great monks of the Flood Wilderness will go, but whether it is all the great monks, I don't know. ”

"Also, no matter how you say it, it's a saint preaching, but I don't know how many futons there are in Zixiao Palace?" Zhang Yang asked embarrassedly in front of Lao Tzu and the primordial, he didn't care about Hongyun, after asking this sentence, his ears were pricked up, and the gossip in his eyes was burning.

"Three thousand, I expected to deal with three thousand avenues!" Hongyun said.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and did not continue to ask, there are three thousand numbers, if there are really six in the front, it is impossible to grab the small body of Hongyun, and at that moment, the two began to discuss.

On the coast of the East China Sea, the two separated, and Hongyun still chose to go to see the excitement, and this guy is also a surname.

Penglai Island, this is said to be noisy with gongs and drums, and firecrackers are ringing in unison;

On the island, it has long ceased to be desolate, and now, there are countless palaces, and a huge square has been established, and the square is full of desks, and there are many people sitting at a glance; it is indeed not an exaggeration to say that it is the first gathering of the flood wilderness.

Outside the island, the guests came one by one, the voice of the person who sang the promise was high-pitched, spread throughout the island, who came to make it clear, the monks who sat in the square and waited patiently, and the real monk of great magic power was naturally the last to appear.

"The Red Cloud Ancestor of the Fire Cloud Cave has arrived!"

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"The Northern Darkness Kunpeng Ancestor has arrived!"

"The Yin Yang Ancestor of the First Mountain has arrived!"

"The Northern Wilderness Blue Sky Ancestor has arrived!"

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In a moment, these great supernatural monks seemed to be getting better and better, singing promises one after another, and on the square, the monks all stood up one by one, bowed and stood, and in the end, strength was supreme, and on such an occasion, only Yasheng was called an ancestor.

Yasheng came, led by his own water monks, but their position was on the high platform of the square, noble, and under the square, there was not the slightest opposition, all this seemed to be taken for granted.

Dao Demon Tribulation, the three clans are the main force, there are many rewards for the Heavenly Dao, the ancestral dragon has survived and has been cultivating, this time I listened to Hongjun's preaching, and now it has improved a lot, the seven heavens of the sub-saint, the breath of the whole body is released, and some of the slightly lower sub-saint monks are affected by its coercion, and invisibly, they feel a little lower.

Zulong, obviously not a good person, on the high platform, the prince of the east has a calm face, but his heart is a big wave, and he actually has a little apprehension, the big banquet on Penglai Island, in the final analysis, is still aimed at them, the East China Sea forces, a sense of powerlessness quietly breeds under the pressure of Zulong.

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