Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 492
The Feast of the Lord is about to begin.

Meng Fan, a visitor from outside the territory and the master of the Eight Views Palace, met with the heroes of the Eastern Wasteland at the Zuixian Palace in the Holy City.

Huanggu Jiang Family, Huanggu Ji Family, Yaochi Holy Land, Yaoguang Holy Land, Daoyi Holy Land, Wanchu Holy Land, Dayan Holy Land, Zifu Holy Land, Jiuxiao Holy Land, Tianyao Palace...

Countless forces deliberately submitted their greetings in advance.

Not only that, even the eminent monks from the Western Desert and the most mysterious Demon King Palace in Nanling sent representatives here.

There is no need to pay too much attention to the rumors circulating in the outside world, because these people will raise it on the spot and hope that Meng Fan, the person involved, will give an accurate answer.

Especially the matter of the Sun Holy Emperor!
Whether it is the achievements, various legends, or the era in which they lived, they are all full of mysteries, which have attracted countless forces who cannot help but want to explore...

Time passed slowly.

Three days have passed since the turmoil at Yanwutai, and the atmosphere in the holy city has become increasingly lively.

Zuixianque.

This restaurant, which is capable of hosting the Immortal Banquet, has finally announced that it will not welcome guests from now on, and will only accept Holy Lord-level beings and living fossils...

Nantianmen is decorated with carved dragons and painted phoenixes.

The banquet was spread out, the seats were clearly arranged, the pure land was bustling with excitement, the heroes from all directions came to visit, the world's powerful people gathered, and strange people and hermits from all walks of life appeared one after another.

Meng Fan wore a Yin-Yang Taoist robe and sat at the main seat, overlooking the surroundings. He was accompanied by the elegant and immortal Palace Master Guanghan. After all, both of them represented outside the territory.

"It's just like a fairy festival!"

Passers-by marvel at the holy city.

Even if there is a magic circle blocking it, you can still see some areas that are not confidential:
Pieces of beautiful buildings and jade buildings are suspended, surrounded by lotus terraces, flowers and trees.

Clouds and mists shrouded the feet, and the female nuns who were in charge of serving tea and food were all bright and moving, as if they were in heaven.

During this period, people kept coming on clouds, all of them well-known people, just like immortals attending a meeting.

"Uncle Guhua from Zhongzhou is here."

"The owner of the Arctic Ice God Palace is here."

"The monk Du'e from the West Desert is visiting."

"The war king of the Nanling War God Temple is here."

……

The big figures appeared one after another, and the chariots of various gods were shimmering, crushing the sky, like the chariots of the gods.

At a glance, it is all dragons pulling carts, descendants of phoenix birds flying, and every exotic beast is extremely powerful and extraordinary.

"See, there are layers of divine rings covering that bald head, and his cultivation level is scary."

There are well-informed casual cultivators giving advice.

"Say it quietly."

"This is a divine monk from the Western Desert. His cultivation is absolutely terrifying. He must have become an Arhat or even a Venerable."

"Isn't the Arctic Shrine an ancient holy land on the extreme ice sheet of the Northern Plains? It's so far away that even their capital palace master is here. The master of the Eight Views Palace is really proud of it."

"The Nanling War Temple is said to contain the secret of becoming a god. Unexpectedly, their war king actually came as well."

Not only casual cultivators, but also many elders of great religions are also talking about it.

Compared to the first level of Sendai, those are the real big shots, and they come from all over the world, and there are many strange people who have not shown up for hundreds or thousands of years.

Immortal music is playing together, and various spiritual birds and auspicious animals appear.

On the white clouds, there are palaces, strange flowers in bloom, Yao grass on the ground, fairy mist surging, but no more than knee high, and many cranes and phoenixes flying together.

"Compared with Beidou, Ziwei looks like a small mountain village in the wilderness. I feel like I have arrived in the mythical heaven..." Yi Yanwan joked, half-jokingly.

"After all, it is one of the most special places in the universe, and it is normal to be pompous."

Meng Fan responded.

"What about the ancient star? It was extremely glorious in the past. Not only is it the absolute center of the universe, at least it won't lose too much to Beidou."

"It's in decline, so don't mention it."

The two people who have attracted much attention are transmitting sounds with their spiritual thoughts and are not affected by the outside world.

Soon.

Another roar came from the sky, and the divine ship crossed the sky, causing the sky to tremble.

Almost at the same time, a chariot drove parallel to it.

"Dayan Holy Land."

"The Holy Land of Wanchu."

Meng Fan, who was chatting with the beauty, raised his eyes and couldn't help but whisper. Since he was born as an orthodox Taoist, he was extremely sensitive to some words, such as Dayan and Wanchu.

Both have extraordinary significance.

In the Zhetian World, they are both the oldest holy places in the Eastern Wasteland.

As Yi Yanwan heard the words and looked around, suddenly there was purple energy coming from the east in the sky. It was boundless, indescribably precious, and inviolable. People couldn't help but think of Taishang Laojun, the old man riding a bull.

Of course, the ethereal sight of purple energy coming from the east has been regarded as a good omen since ancient times and is not exclusive to a certain force or a certain being.

In other words.

There is no connection at all between the Purple Qi Eastward Technique inherited from the Bajing Palace and the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

I saw a suspended fairy palace appearing, coming with purple energy, and it was misty and filled the whole small world with a layer of fairy spirit.

Different from other forces, the contemporary Holy Lord of the Purple Palace did not ride in a chariot, nor did he control a divine ship. Instead, he traveled through the sky with a purple fairy palace, which looked unique.

"Zi Mansion is said to be the place where immortals live. If you dare to give it such a name, its origin must be amazing."

With this situation, Yi Yanwan expresses emotion.

While Meng Fan stood up and prepared to go to Nantianmen to meet the leaders of various forces, he sent a message with his spiritual mind:
"In the prehistoric times, Guanghan Palace was the most famous one, and the legends are similar. It is said that there is a peerless fairy living on the lunar star in the sky."

"It's a pity that it perished along with it."

Outside the Nantian Gate of Zuixian Palace, a Taoist temple emerged silently, with endless Taoist charm, as if it had been standing here since ancient times.

Among the passers-by who watched the grand event from a distance, many elders failed to notice when it appeared.

It's not grand, not decorated with pearls and jade, but it just looks simple and unpretentious. No one is stupid enough to treat it as a rural landscape.

Even Meng Fan couldn't help but look sideways at the boundless feeling emanating from it.

"Daoyi."

The moment he spoke, there were exclamations in the distance, and there was a commotion among the monks who were paying attention to the Most Immortal Palace:
How many powerful forces were attracted to the banquet hosted by the Lord of the Eight Views Palace?
gossip.

learned.

Informed.

Make a fuss.

These terms seem to be contradictory, but they are perfectly integrated into the passers-by of Zhetian. In fact, they are no different from ordinary people. They also like to watch the excitement. Even if they are not qualified to participate, they can still discuss things in full swing with just a few words.

The Immortal Palace stands in the sky, and the ancient Taoist temple stands majestic.

One big person after another arrived.

Although Meng Fan didn't know them, and some of them were even meeting them for the first time, they were extremely enthusiastic. Instead of making the atmosphere awkward, they quickly drew closer to each other.

Of course, this is also related to the thoughts of the two parties involved. After all, one more friend is better than one more enemy.

If not out of necessity, who would be willing to take the path of being the enemy of the whole world?

Suddenly, Meng Fan, who was surrounded by a group of Holy Lords, raised his eyes and looked towards the sky.

A ferocious ancient ship, thousands of feet long, with a dragon's head held high, came through the sky.

Heavenly Demon Palace.At the bow of the ship, there was a middle-aged man in purple clothes standing, looking majestic and indescribably noble.

This is an ancient force that has endured countless calamities and is immortal. It has been passed down since ancient times and is comparable to all holy places.

The most eye-catching thing is that beside him, there is a tall figure with flying purple hair and an unfathomable aura, which is far superior to a saint-level existence.

"I didn't expect that Senior Sky Demon King would also come."

Yi Yanwan's eyes flickered and she smiled.

She had actually expected this scene. After all, this Dao-killing Demon King arrived in Beidou with the help of Meng Fan. If he received the news, he would definitely come to support him.

"Ji family?"

Outside Zuixian Palace, a group of monks raised their heads and were speechless when they saw the forces arriving after Tianyao Palace.

It stands to reason that no one in the Huanggu family would give face to them. A holy land that does not have the foundation to suppress the extreme weapons would have to bow half its head in front of it.

But today... it's uncharacteristically different!
He followed behind obediently, with no intention of stepping on the Tianyao Palace warship in the air.

In fact, the Ji family is also bitter inside.

In the era of hardships, the Holy Master and the living fossils are already top-notch fighters, but I don't know what happened to the Heavenly Demon Palace, but a Dao-slashing Heavenly Demon was born out of nowhere.

Let me ask, who dares to offend the real king?
The strong must be respected!
Even the extreme forces dare not underestimate the other party.

In this way, Nantianmen became crowded with people, and there were more and more big shots.

"Where's the Fluctlight?"

"coming."

As the mist surged, dozens of savage beasts came flying through the clouds. They were all alien species left over from ancient times. Their scales were dense and extremely ferocious. The Holy Lord of Shaking Light, who had returned to his peak state, stood in it, with one hundred and eight divine rings added to his body, like God comes to earth, the holy light is dazzling.

It's not glorious to say that Meng Fan is where he is today in Beidou because of his support.

However, anyone who underestimates Li Daoqing because of this is undoubtedly a fool.

That Hunyuan Holy Light Technique, especially the evolved black gold dragon-patterned cauldron, is difficult for countless Holy Masters to take over with their own hard power.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

Meng Fan took the initiative to speak.

Previously, other Holy Lords greeted him, but when he arrived at Yaoguang Holy Lord, he immediately received special treatment.

As for the effect... immediately.

I saw the smile on Li Daoqing's face getting even bigger and more sincere. He crossed arms with Meng Fan and looked like sworn brothers, which made all the big shots look at him.

At this time, the sky was illuminated, a brilliance shot into the sky, and another Dacheng King appeared.

An unknown number of auras that surpassed the second heaven of Xiantai radiated out. The person who came did not cover up, and directly showed his true face. He was wearing a bright robe, with intimidating tiger eyes, imposing martial arts, and a crown on his head. World.

"This... light body!"

Li Daoqing was a little out of sorts, and the light that shrouded his body was like the light of a grain of rice compared to it.

The Light Body, a super powerful and terrifying physique, is juxtaposed with the God King Body. It is said that the light and God King join forces to travel across the starry sky.

Not only crape myrtle has related legends, but Beidou also has legends.

Moreover, among the past sages of the Shaking Light Holy Land, there are also those with such physiques, who are very suitable for practicing the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique.

"Fellow Taoist, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's like three autumns."

The King of Light must have inquired about Meng Fan's various deeds, and came here specially to support him and show an attitude of equal friendship.

Under the spotlight, Meng Fan, Yi Yanwan, and the Sky Demon King who had just come off the warship greeted each other hand in hand. Anyone could tell that they were familiar with each other.

"Where is the Qinggu Taoist?" the Demon King asked curiously.

"Kitahara, I really can't get away."

The King of Light responded simply, without answering what exactly he was exploring, and changed the subject:
"Where is King Golden Crow?"

"Nanling, you can't get away either. Please ask me to stand up for Fellow Daoist Meng." The Sky Demon King responded in a deep voice.

And Meng Fan didn't ask further questions, even though the current behavior of several Tao-killing Kings already showed that they had found some great opportunity.

But... can anyone understand the secret of Beidou better than him?I'm afraid even the supreme being dormant in the restricted area of ​​life would not dare to say that.

"It is estimated that the Human King will not come. The dragon energy of Zhongzhou will help him repair his origin. If he goes one step further, I am afraid that he will no longer care about worldly affairs and go to retreat..."

In words, it was confirmed that they were both visitors from outside the country.

"Nangong, the supreme power of the human race, is arriving!"

At this moment, someone shouted loudly.

As soon as these words came out, all the Beidou monks were shocked. Even some important figures temporarily looked away from Meng Fan and others and looked outside.

The clouds and mists are surging, the petals are dancing, and the pieces are clear. A road paved with crystal flowers rushes straight from the sky, and the fragrance fills the sky.

The legendary power of the human race——Nan Gongzheng, practiced the formula of longevity, made grass and trees his home, filled his hunger with exotic flowers, and never left spiritual grass by his side.

"Nangongzheng appeared again..." No one was shocked.

There have long been rumors that he passed away 200 years ago, but no one thought that he would appear in the world at this juncture.

"No wonder the elders call him the Immortal Nangongzheng!"

"..." Meng Fan.

If nothing else happens, he will still be strong and alive 600 years later.

Nangong Mighty, wants to conquer the Immortal!

When he thought of this, he was as calm as Meng Fan, but he still couldn't control the corners of his mouth and raised them slightly.

"Why are you laughing?"

Among everyone present, Yi Yanwan was the most familiar with him and paid the most attention to him. She was keenly aware of this scene and asked curiously.

"Think of something funny."

"Is it because of this Nangong Great Master?"

"..."

Finally, Meng Fan said mysteriously: "It may be 600 years later, or it may be tonight, the fairy will definitely know."

Even though she didn't know exactly what it was, Yi Yanwan was still very happy and looked forward to the performance of this powerful human being.

Because it was the first time she saw Meng Fan lose his composure and was no longer as calm as usual.

Just like that, after waiting for a while and confirming that there were no more visitors, the group walked into the Heavenly Palace.

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Meng Fan drank a glass of wine and sat cross-legged casually.

Seeing this, all the Holy Masters just went along with the guests and no longer had a sullen face.

"Recently, there have been constant turmoil in the Holy City. Since Fellow Daoist Meng is in person, can you help us clear up our doubts?"

The Queen Mother of the West has her temples held high, with nine phoenix hairpins on her hair. The haze is falling. She is dignified and holy, outstandingly beautiful and graceful.

The chatter and laughter disappeared. Most of the people in this heavenly palace were heroes of one party, in charge of this land, or leaders among casual cultivators, with aloof status.

"can."

Meng Fan nodded.

The fairy music has not stopped, the beauties are dancing gracefully, their clothes are fluttering, each of them is like a fairy, with white clouds and mist under their feet.

Outside the palace, phoenixes fly, bright as a rainbow, spirit birds hold mushrooms, auspiciousness falls, longevity apes offer peaches, and the fragrance is overflowing.

But no one cared about this, and their eager eyes fell on Meng Fan, including the King of Light and other old acquaintances.

(End of this chapter)