The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 64: Fu Su
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On the fifth day of May, respect the territories of heaven!
Hua Zun Tian's birthday. The sun shines all over the sky, the aura is soaring, and between the heaven and the earth, bursts of fragrance surround the heaven and the earth, and countless fairy birds and beasts are flying in the territory of Zuntian, the fairy music is fluttering, and a grand vision of the prosperous age.
One strong one after another, officially went to Zuntiandian Square to celebrate the saint’s birthday.
The Palace of Sin and Death.
Yin Hentian once again pays homage to Yan Chuan: "Thank you, Holy King Chengquan!"
Yan Chuan affirmed: "You have to do it, then do it, no matter what the result is, no matter how many enemies you attract, you are the minister of Dazhen, and Dazhen will help you with all the dangers!"
Yin Hentian's eyes were moved and said: "The most fortunate thing for a minister to live is to be a minister!"
"Go, the saint's birthday has begun!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
Leaving the Hall of Sins and Deaths, I got on the dragon's blade and drove towards the Zuntian Hall.
Before getting closer, I saw countless rays of sunlight in the distance, and countless cultivators gathered from all directions.
"Baitian domain lord, Chen Baitian, sent the Nine-turned Sky Fire Bead to congratulate the saint for thousands of years and endless life!"
"Tianren Daojun, Fusu, send a volume of Xiansheng's suicide note, congratulations to the saint's Bandai Xianfu!"
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In front of the Zuntian Temple, a group of strong men offered their treasures to celebrate the saint’s birthday.
Zuntian Temple, the saint has not yet come out.
The first disciple of the sage, all the people that Huabing received.
"Baitian God Lord, please here, the ancestors have been talking about you for a long time. After this birthday banquet, you must spend more time in the territory of Zuntian!" Huabing received.
"Tianren Daojun? Your ancestors often mentioned you. When I saw you today, you were really handsome, please!" Huabing smiled at an elegant and handsome man.
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Zuntiandian square is a lively scene.
Zuntiandian square is divided into two areas, the passenger area and the passenger area. The passenger area is the master of each big territory, the strong family, or the ancestor. It can be the closest to the saint.
Others who came to congratulate, sat down in the drop-off area. Although you can see the Zuntian Temple, there is still some distance.
When everyone is entertaining and getting to know each other.
"Look, it's Old Mo Yan!" Someone suddenly yelled.
Come to respect the realm of heaven, except for the saints, you don't need to know any cultivator, but you must know the great achievements of Yan Laomo.
Stealing the heavenly corpse coffin? What a notoriety?
Some time ago, I just robbed the coffin of the heavenly corpse. It has been several months now. Everyone knows that this Yan Chuan swallowed an ancestor. The strength is monstrous, and the devilishness is arrogant. The cultivators who went to ‘Devil’s Guardian Dao’ were all killed to throw away their helmets and remove their armor.
At this moment, the dragon flies over, and many cultivators are jealous, but of course more are curious.
Not everyone is like everyone else. The news of the Heavenly Palace came, and it was quickly analyzed that Yan Chuan had engaged with Zuo Jia. The Zuo family is a huge monster. How can Yan Chuan really do?
Long Yin landed on the corner of the square.
A total of sixteen people came to the boarding area where Zuo's family was sitting. Among them were Zuo Qing. Zuo Qing's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
The children of the Hua family who were in charge of the reception also flashed one by one.
Hua Tianjun looked ugly.
Bing ice stepped forward with a hint of curiosity.
"This must be Emperor Yan, and the desolation is in Dazhen, and he has been taken care of by Emperor Yan!" Huabing said politely.
Yan Chuan looked at the ice.
"Holy King, this is the great ancestor of Huabing, besides the ancestor, the first person in the Hua family!" Hua Xiaoliang explained.
Yan Chuan shook his head and said: "To turn the desolation in Dazhen, I rely on my own ability, I didn't take care of him at all. He deserves what he gets!"
"Oh?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Huabing's eyes.
"Emperor Yan, let Long Nian put it here for the time being, the ancestors have already arranged a seat, please!" Huabing smiled.
"Hmm!"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Long Nian got off. Yan Chuan followed the ice and walked ahead. Gui Guzi, Yin Hentian, and Hua Desolation walked behind.
A group of people walked across the square, and above the square, the original noise suddenly became quiet. Separate a road and let Yan Chuan walk through. Countless practitioners looked at Yan Chuan's expression suddenly became complicated.
Because the seats of Yan Chuan and his party are actually in the passenger area? Is it just because he is an ancestor?
Many cultivators show disobedience, but at this moment, the saint is celebrating his birthday, and no one dares to be presumptuous.
Yan Chuan and his party set foot on the passenger area.
A group of strong people in the passenger area also cast curious eyes.
The pick-up area is divided into 18 districts.
In the Zuojia community, the expressions of the sixteen people flashed, with sneers, sarcasm, dignified, and worried. A hint of resentment flashed in Zuo Qing's eyes.
In the Tianren Daojun community, Fusu's eyes flashed. At this moment, holding a folding fan, gently squeezing with his right hand, as if to cover up the excitement in his heart.
Yan Chuan stepped into the passenger area and looked around the eighteen communities. He didn't show much expression when he saw Fusu's location. He flashed past, as if he didn't care about Fusu at all.
Slowly, was introduced into his own small area.
A black robe was put on, Yan Chuan took a seat and sat down on the table with wine and delicacies. There are everything, and there is a servant next to him who is responsible for serving.
Gui Guzi sat aside and said, "Holy King, the territorial lord of the East and Outer Continent of the Underworld, a quarter came, and the Zuo family from Inner South Continent. The Zuo family seems to be the biggest power in this trip! It's not good!"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Yin Hentian looked in the direction of Zuo's house, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Holy King, I'm going to see the ancestors!" Hua Desolation said respectfully.
"Go, Huazun Tianda birthday, you are also his offspring, don't care about us today! Also, since you are here to congratulate, this is a gift!" Yan Chuan handed out a scroll.
"Yes!" said desolately.
"Dazhen Saint Court, Yan Chuan, send a volume of Yan Chuan's handwriting to congratulate the saint!" Turning Desolation, holding the scroll, walked towards the gift area.
Your own handwriting?
Countless cultivators all around looked at Yan Chuan with contempt. Is this gift too stingy?
Not far away, the Lord of Baitian Territory and Fusu who were not far away smiled and said, "Haha, brother Fusu, you and I have been together for many years, and I have seen a lot of stingy people, but today I have gained more knowledge. Own handwritten script? Haha, he thought it was the same as your saint's suicide note?"
Fu Su treated the folding fan in his hand, and shook his head slightly: "Brother Chen, you underestimated the handwriting. The suicide note I sent to the first saint is nothing compared with it!"
"Oh?" Chen Baitian was slightly startled.
"If you can ask the saint for this handwritten script, I can assure you that it won't be long before, only with this handwritten script, the world ancestor immortal artifact, most of them are willing to change this handwritten script with you!" Fusu laughed.
"What? Just one word!" Chen Baitian looked unbelieving.
Fu Su smiled slightly and stopped explaining.
Gradually, the Zuntiandian Square is full, and many more are uninvited, watching from afar outside the Zuntiandian Square.
"Boom!"
The gate of Zuntian Temple opened slowly.
For a moment, the noisy Zuntiandian square suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at it.
The door gradually opened, and a ray of white light shot out from the main hall, shooting at everyone. For a while, everyone who was enveloped by the white light suddenly felt comfortable, like a cultivation base that had not been broken for many years, and was about to move. same.
In the white light, a white figure walked out, and a white-clothed man walked out slowly. A group of disciples and descendants followed the man.
The man's face is blurred, making it difficult to see clearly. But there is a convincing breath that makes everyone admire.
"Meet the saint!" In all directions, countless cultivators got up and worshipped respectfully.
Only a handful of people did not get up.
The man with a dim face shrouded in the holy light is a saint, who respects the sky.
"Sit down, everyone!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
The sound is not loud, but it can instantly reach everyone's ears.
"Thank you saint!" Everyone sat down.
"This time, my one-and-a-half-million-year birthday banquet, I thank you for not giving up, I am grateful!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
"The saint is polite!"
"I am honored to wait!"
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Countless polite voices all around.
Hua Zun Tian nodded and said: "The ancient gods are running for the heaven and the earth, the heaven is above, and the people are the world. It is a pity that the ancient catastrophe is finally ushered in, the heaven is dead, the heaven is collapsed, and the world is in great sorrow. The world is suffering!"
Hua Zuntian spoke, and the mood of everyone around was aroused.
"Before ancient times, under the guidance of the heavens, the heroes of the world struggled for immortality, for transcendence, and for everyone to be like a dragon. Unfortunately, the catastrophe is so great that no one can stop it, even the sky is also in the catastrophe. Fallen, the common people are suffering, and when I only pray for the catastrophe, the common people will be able to survive!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.
Countless cultivators frowned around.
Obviously, what Hua Zuntian said now is a little bit different from the joy of longevity.
It seems to see everyone's doubts. Hua Zun Tian took a deep breath and said: "A million years have passed, and a long time has passed. Perhaps the catastrophe will be severe. Once it arrives, our world may not be spared!"
"What?" The countless cultivators all around showed a dazed expression.
"Everyone knows that I am respecting the heavens and do not pay much attention to the scene. I have never put such a feast on my birthday in the past, but this time I have invited the heroes of the Underworld East and Outer Continent. Of course, most of them failed to come. But I am satisfied to be able to come to you!" Hua Zuntian said.
Countless cultivators around are at a loss. Isn't it just for birthday?
"Not long ago, I had contact with three other saints. I would like to use my knowledge of the four saints to strengthen the world. Starting from me, I will preach separately. I hope you will make this trip worthwhile!" Zuntian solemnly said.
Preaching?
"Hoo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Zuntiandian square, suddenly seemed to explode.
The saint preaching? Sage preaching? present day?
Countless cultivators showed excitement, glad that they could come and come to celebrate their birthday. You must know that the saint is now the top existence in the world, and the saint preaching must be like a rock. That is the experience of the saint. what!
"The Great Virtue of the Saint!"
"Sage's great grace!"
Excited cheers came from all over the place.