Qingyang, who was sitting in this quiet room, scattered his divine thoughts into the space of this palace.

The sense of touch transformed by the divine will perceives this palace, but the divine will is swallowed up by the void as soon as it leaves the body, and the void in this palace has turned into waves of waves, and the divine will is swallowed up by waves as soon as it falls into it.

Divine consciousness is the sublimation of the eyes and ears, is the subtle perception, although it can not be separated from the body, but it still feels the vastness and unpredictability of this palace, in his perception, this palace is a shijie, a small thousand shijie, so all the people who enter this palace see and know are false.

When Qingyang realized this, he reached out and pressed against the wall, closed his eyes, and in a moment, the small courtyard where he was sitting melted and disappeared like ice. And when he opened his eyes again, there was no more quiet room in front of him, there was just a magnificent hall, there were people in the hall, there were five people, Qingyang was no longer sitting, but standing there, standing at the door of the main hall.

When he appeared, all the people in the temple looked back at him, but they just looked him up and down and turned back, and ignored him. He only glanced at it, and he could already see that the personal aura of the people in the hall was like an abyss, and all of them were extraordinary. Judging from the look in their eyes and the vague Dharma intent on their bodies, everyone is the king of a country, the kind of person who is above ten thousand people under one person.

Of the five, however, four stood together and the other side.

Qingyang looked at those people at a glance, but saw an acquaintance, the prince of Yin Shangguo, he was standing in the crowd, talking to people, but Qingyang couldn't hear what they said at all, the moment Qingyang saw him, he also arrived in Qingyang, but his eyes just passed over Qingyang's voice, and he didn't stay.

The person standing on the side saw Qingyang's appearance, and when he saw Qingyang looking over, he smiled at Qingyang, and Qingyang naturally smiled back and walked over. The other party was a young man, a young man who was easy to remember, about the same height as Qingyang, with a smiling face, a pair of dimples on his face, and white teeth showing when he smiled.

When Qingyang approached, he smiled and said, "I think you were also introduced into that lower courtyard." ”

"Yes, Commons Thirteen. Qingyang said, from his words, Qingyang knew that the other party also came out of the lower courtyard, and seeing that he was incompatible with the other four people, it must be that those four people did not come out of the lower courtyard.

"Thirteen, I'm the seventh in the House of Commons, and they were already here when I came here. The young man with dimples said with a smile.

Qingyang knew in his heart that this was the other party's disclosure of information to himself, and it was a reward for revealing the number thirteen to him. From these words, Qingyang knew that there should be so many people from the first to the thirteenth of his own, but only the two of them came out, and there would definitely be more in the future.

At this moment, another person appeared at the door, and Qing Yang saw the appearance of the other party as if it was a normal step into this hall, but Qing Yang knew that it was not, how could he not know that he had experienced the feeling of coming out of that quiet room.

This one is a woman, although the woman can't say how beautiful she is, but there is a taste of being high, however, anyone here has this feeling, except for Qingyang, where he is located, there is no such atmosphere of majesty in Huling, so he does not have that kind of majesty on his body, what kind of environment raises what kind of god, so relatively speaking, Qingyang seems quite ordinary.

The person who came was a woman who looked very tall, at least not lower than Qingyang, her outfit was a plain white dress, not the kind of brocade white, even if she had a white scarf on her head, it seemed that she had relatives and elders who had passed away, so her whole person looked much colder.

After she walked in, she just glanced at everyone, did not speak, and did not approach Qingyang and the two of them, but walked to the other side alone. It's just that Qingyang noticed that the eyes of the four people standing in the front were all spinning on the woman, and at the moment when the woman entered the hall just now, he clearly felt a cold aura surging from her body, which was a kind of legal intent, as if it could freeze thousands of miles in a single thought

"There is really no easy person who comes here. Qingyang thought in his heart, and then another person came in, this person is a big fat man, as a cultivator, it is rare to be fat like this, his whole person is like a big Buddha, smiling, after coming in, his eyes turned and walked towards Qingyang. smiled before speaking, and introduced himself as Leshan, from the Great Revolution.

And Qingyang and the young man with two dimples naturally wanted to answer, and then Qingyang also knew that the young man with dimples was named Bai Yifeng and was from Yanguo.

Slowly, someone came out one after another, and some went to talk to the four people who had been standing there at the beginning, but those four people seemed to be quite cold to these people who came in, and Qingyang could also see that the four of them would show scrutinizing eyes to everyone who came in.

It is precisely because of this kind of scrutiny that most of the people who come in will not approach them, not only Qingyang can feel this kind of gaze, but other people can naturally feel it, but no matter what, there will still be people who will test them, but there are few such people after all.

In a blink of an eye, there were more than 50 people in the entire hall, as there were more people coming in, there were more voices talking, many of them knew each other, and some people stood silently on the side, Qingyang came in early, and among his group, although he didn't speak, there was no one standing in the corner.

Most people didn't talk much about this World Congress, and they don't know if they didn't understand it, or if they were deliberately hiding it.

After another while, Qingyang didn't see anyone coming in, and he guessed that everyone had already arrived. At this time, the situation in the main hall suddenly changed, and the main hall that I had just stood on suddenly expanded a lot, and it also rose a lot, and everyone was paying attention to the changes in the main hall, and there were three more people at the top. One of them was dressed in a black robe, and his eyes were cold and gloomy. Just looking at where he was standing, Qingyang guessed that he should be the owner of this hall, Cang Mang Ancestor, on his left was a woman, who should be Cuiping Niangniang, the king of ten thousand demons, and the other was dressed in a gossip robe, with a wisp of yellow beard, should be Emperor Donghua.

As soon as the three of them appeared, the entire hall was quiet, only to see the black-robed man on the main seat in the middle swept his eyes, and said: "I was born when a hundred birds were chasing the phoenix, and I was injured in the battle of the lich, and I have lived for 1,800 years now, and my posture is not as good as the golden wings of the Peng clan, and I can't compare to the prince Kong Xuan who has a five-color divine light, but I am also in the south of the human race in the Cangmang Mountain, and I am bound by the mercy of the jade and the golden immortal." Observing the rise and fall of heaven and earth alternately, feeling that the heaven and earth are chaotic at this time, it is the time to redefine the world, you are all the kings of the world, and you have cultivated the way of the emperor. ”