Archfiend Chapter 1592: : Wanxiu came to the dynasty (1)
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Silence.
The female cultivator suddenly raised her head, no matter how well she suppressed her, her face was flushed now. Excited, excited, Qi Qi rushed to his heart, slammed his head, hoarse and choked: "Junior... the name is Qiuhong."
A simple name.
No power behind, no faction. Because it didn't matter to King Xuanyuan, as long as he called her name, she would fly to the branch no matter what faction she was. In addition, King Xuanyuan didn't ask, she didn't dare to make extra troubles at this time.
"Autumn red...not bad." Xu Yangyi smiled and said: "This king has no one to serve, so let me take care of things."
The breath is almost suffocated, everyone's eyes are all staring at Qiuhong, envious, jealous, and so on.
Why not me...
I don’t look worse than her! Every female cultivator who comes here is a carefully selected virgin body. There are more things that can be served.
However, no one dared to object.
The momentary excitement made Qiu Hong's eyes a little fuzzy, but his body instinctively knocked his head again, and said in a trembled voice: "Thanks to King Xuanyuan for not giving up, the younger generation is willing to report the dog and horse's labor!"
Not bad.
Xu Yangyi smiled and nodded. He was also a low-level cultivator who came over. Why don't you know how big this opportunity is? Being able to speak completely in front of this opportunity is already quite good as a golden core.
At this moment, a melodious bell rang, magnificent, resounding through the world.
"Muns... enter the venue."
A prolonged shout echoed in the surrounding millions of miles. In the next second, the tidy bells converged into a continuous ocean, endless, like a group of dragons roaring. The sound shook hundreds of miles.
"My lord, you don't have to move at the beginning of the entrance. You will be on the stage after everyone has entered." Qiu Hong changed her status quite quickly, and she came to Xu Yangyi in a moment and whispered: "Where is King Xuanyuan? Wait for their reason."
Xu Yangyi nodded silently, closed his eyes and rested. Three hours later, just after the 108 bells struck. A magnificent voice sounded: "Gong Ying Wang Xuanyuan arrives."
Xu Yangyi opened his eyes and turned into a stream of light to fly directly outside the cave.
As soon as he flew out, his gaze jumped slightly. The entire Heavenly Sword Villa cannot be described as lanterns and festoons at this moment, but... earthshaking!
It is almost impossible to recognize that this is Heavenly Sword Villa. The entire sect was in a huge formation at the moment, and its appearance was at least Grade A. There is a chaos between the sky and the earth, and a layer of mist is like a mist slowly swaying, and countless blessing lanterns fly in the air. Obviously it is daytime, but here it seems that the sun and the moon shine together.
In the vast sea of fog, there was a sudden long roar, and a huge monster soared from the sea of fog. The long snake body was covered with scales, antlers, and chicken claws. It was an aura dragon.
Boom! The dragon entered the sea, rolled up a thousand piles of snow, the huge waves broke through the air, and the rare beasts flew away. With petals flying down the sky, a female nun with aura composition holding a pipa in her hand and a zither in her arms, flying in the sky like a phoenix for nine days. And in the foggy sea below, it turned out not to be a seat, but a blossoming lotus without roots.
These green lotuses are in the shape of a ladder, I am afraid there are nearly ten million at most. Looking across the boundlessness. In the center of the sea of green lotus, a high platform of white marble rises from the depths of the sea of fog, and the highest point is a ten-meter-high keel seat.
The high platform is divided into five layers, and each layer is extremely carved. Every handrail is lifelike, and there are more golden lotus flowers regularly appearing on each floor of the high platform. Red ribbons engraved with golden runes are drawn from each armrest, swaying in the sky, chaotic like the sea, and towering waterfalls. It is a scene of immortals.
Tenglongtai three characters, silver hook and iron painting, dragons and phoenix dance.
"Amidst the formation, the treasure at the bottom of the Heavenly Sword Villa-the group of immortals." Saint King Wanzhong's proud voice floated into his ears: "Presumably he will not fall into the name of King Xuanyuan."
"It's too grand." Even Xu Yangyi couldn't help feeling at this moment.
"If it is not grand, the old man is not enough. The background of Tianjian Villa is still not enough, otherwise it should be a high-level celebration pattern at this moment." Sage Sovereign Wang said regretfully: "Then...start?" /
With Xu Yangyi nodding slightly. The stars flickered in the entire sea of fog, and a group of figures fell into the green lotus according to the long-planned orientation. Suddenly hangs upside down like a galaxy. In less than 30 minutes, millions of cultivators had fallen on the Qinglian, and there was a huge crowd.
"Respectfully welcome King Xuanyuan!" Wan Zhong Shengjun appeared at the bottom of Tenglong Platform, with a sound of pure white cranes in the flying robe. Xianfeng Dao bones, long beards fluttering, the foot of the golden lotus is like an immortal descending. With a flick of the dust in his hand, the indescribable rhyme is full.
Pushing the golden mountain, down the jade column, the monks on the green lotus kneeled together, and the mountain whispered and said: "I wish King Xuanyuan's supernatural powers to become a great success and the Dao to become a great saint!!!"
It seemed like ripples spread, and the sound caused endless echoes, as if the whole world was congratulating him alone. No man is not excited about this kind of scene.
The world is crawling under my feet.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Yangyi turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to Tenglongtai. In a loud noise, the golden brilliance penetrated the world. Swallow endless. When the golden light dissipated, he was already sitting on it. Looking across the wild, a kind of supreme mentality where the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the crowd bows their heads spontaneously.
This is too empty.
This is the top too virtual!
Countless planes, millions of sects live on his breath. Countless monks and tens of thousands of forces wanted to take shelter in his wings.
The extreme eyes are too high, and the vast universe supports half of the wall.
Sweeping chest, wide sea, boundless wind and moon leaning against floors.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and for a while, those fragments of his past memories that had been suppressed, the tide overturned again. In this situation, even the wood would be in agitated mood. A few seconds later, he withdrew his gaze from the clouds surging from the sky, and muttered: "Yoyou Luming, Shiyezhiping. I have guests, and I will play the Sheng."
The next sentence is: The mountains never get too high, and the sea never gets too deep. Zhougong spit and feed, and the world is home.
Too relevant.
"Princes are exempted from gifts." He restrained his mood, and he spoke slowly, coercing the world. All the monks seemed to be rehearsing. After three kneelings and nine knocks, they slowly got up.
He glanced calmly, just below the Dragon Terrace Throne, on the fourth floor, there were not empty seats, but thirty monks sitting right there.
Among them, twelve are all in the Taixu realm. Mother Snake, Sea King of the Sea, and Fairy Lingbo are all present here. The others are all at least the mid-term, and each bears the sign of a too imaginary power. And here is not only Jinlian. In the sea of fog in front of the golden lotus, a long crafted wooden table is placed in the void. The above Lingcha fruit wine should be complete.
Thirty emptiness in the seven realms, none of them are absent!
At this moment, he felt a sense of wonder. Saint Wan Zhong glanced at him quietly, he nodded slightly, and Saint King Wan Zhong once again flicked the dust: "The new king comes to the throne, Wan Xiu comes to the kingdom. Congratulations from all the monarchs!"
The first process for Wan Xiu to come to Korea, the treasure offering conference officially started!
Swipe Lala! A scroll flew out from the hands of the sage king, and immediately, fairy music rang from all directions, the white cranes danced, the phoenix flew, and the spirit flower spit its stamen. In the whole world millions of miles, there are days and nights, and the names of the sects shine in the void. The stars are like falling.
The golden light is densely covered, reflecting the excited face of the monk below. When the names went out, only one remained in the sky. And this name stunned countless people.
Ten thousand years are not easy, handed down to a family, a middle-class power, towering Song family.
Even Saint King Wanzhong was taken aback for a moment, but in this situation, there must be no mistakes, and then shake the whisk, saying loudly: "Xuan, towering Song Family, see King Xuanyuan."
Xu Yangyi was on the seat, his fist leaning on his cheek, but seeing a stream of light flying out of the green lotus below, he had a relationship with him that day, and the old man who killed the second son of Song at the city gate stepped out. With a pious face, he flew to Tenglongtai and bowed deeply: "The contemporary Patriarch of the towering Song family, pay respect to King Xuanyuan."
"The new king came to the throne, and the Song family could not express their inner excitement. I would like to congratulate him with some meager gifts, and wish the king of Xuanyuan to be diligent and live a long life."
Be respectful and respectful.
No flaws can be found. However, everyone's eyes were focused on him at this moment. And his hand is clenched tightly, his forehead is dripping with cold sweat.
There is no impermeable wall in the world. The second son of Song's provocation of King Xuanyuan's killing has long been quietly spread, although the scope is not wide. But I still know what I should know. Just a few months ago, the elder Xi was still furious, blaming the Patriarch for his incompetence, causing the Wannian family to be insulted. There was even a voice of impeachment.
But since last month, all the wind directions have changed~IndoMTL.com~ There is no more arrogant voice of rushing to the thunder. Instead, it is the second son of Song who does not know the height of the sky and challenges the king Xuanyuan. The second son of Song was also uneasy in his line. In just one month, he came here no less than ten times.
And now...how will King Xuanyuan be sentenced?
Accepting his gift shows that this matter has passed. At the beginning, it was effective to cut the mess with a sharp knife! Even if he couldn't get the benefits from King Xuanyuan, at least he would not be suppressed.
Once you don’t receive...
He couldn't help but shudder.
So many people on the scene, such a clear signal...Plus the long-awaited gaze from the Song family seat...
His patriarchal position may end.
While he was uneasy, he hadn't spoken all the time, which made him extremely nervous. Gradually, this anxiety turned into fear. The five kings of two billion spirits...beyond everything too empty. Their Song family...can't afford it!
"My lord!" He took a deep breath, and said courageously: "The old man once heard of a classic, the ancients used only talents, but also greeted them. Although the Song family is not talented, they are willing to serve Xuanyuan. Wang Kaijiang expands territory and is the pioneer of horses."
"Zi..." Even if the scene was no longer serious, countless monks still took a breath at this moment.
Too heavy...
The Song family’s commitment is too heavy, and it is impossible to change it before so many people.
This is a disguised statement: The Song family is willing to work for King Xuanyuan, a family of ten thousand years, so quietly down to this point, this has never appeared before in Taixu! Even if there is a festive season, it is just a gift.
Never...never have any 10,000-year-old family ever said: Open up the frontiers and expand the land, to advance the horse!
"The Song Family... and King Xuanyuan’s Liangzi are not small..." A Patriarch’s eyes flickered: "Song family...This is a battle to rely on King Xuanyuan for such a heavy promise. The car..."