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Chapter 508: Two cities were conquered in a row, the Seven Sons’ Conference! (9K, 1K more)

Shen Yi did not do this on a whim.

After witnessing with his own eyes the so-called birth calamity, which was literally breaking out of the shell and being born, he had a rough guess about the next few calamities.

After the Longhan City, it is the turn of the Chiming City. Connecting with the "birth" of the former, this second city represents "oldness".

Vitality will not flourish endlessly. There will always be a peak, and then it will decline all the way into endless darkness.

Death is certainly scary, but the feeling of watching yourself weaken bit by bit is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which is also a torture that is difficult to accept.

As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old turtle lives for ten thousand years.

Shen Yi always felt that Wu Jun, who was from the golden-patterned turtle demon clan, might be quite suitable to experience this calamity.

Of course, there is another reason besides this.

That is, in the area of ​​Nanhong, there are very few monsters whose talents and understanding can be compared with Ke Shisan.

Its cultivation level is low simply because it is young.

In terms of background, Nanlong Palace is half the owner of Nanhong, and Ke Xuanjian is one of only thirteen dragon grandchildren in this top force.

Thirteen may sound like a lot.

But you have to know that among the Seven Sons of Nanhong who are at the same level, there should be seven Daozi alone. If you add the direct disciples under the tutelage of the elders, the number is likely to exceed a hundred.

In comparison, the value of Ke Shisan, the grandson of the dragon, is so high that it is a bit scary. It can be said that among the younger generation, there are no more than twenty people whose background can surpass his, including both humans and demons.

In terms of bloodline, the other party has inherited the Yellow Evil Poison Dragon's legacy, and also possesses the magical powers of the Purple Pearl Clam Monster, which is also a powerful aquatic clan.

What's more, it is extremely intelligent.

In addition, the guardian stone cannot be repeated, so the South Dragon Palace must be excluded.

It is not easy to find another monster similar to it to open the city.

The tallest among the short ones, Wu Jun...is actually quite good.

After all, the Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon Clan can be considered the backbone force of Nanhong.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 1.75 million years]

Shen Yi's breathing paused slightly, as if she had suddenly come to her senses from a lavish spending spree and discovered that there was very little money left in her bag.

If I remember correctly, just before climbing the Sky Road, this string of numbers still started with eight.

In addition to opening up Baiyujing Immortal City, he actually wanted to supplement the deficiencies in his own skills.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi waved his hand somewhat weakly: "Go."

"Wu Jun obeys!"

The golden-patterned turtle monster took a deep breath, and took another long look at the huge, domineering yellow dragon statue. Finally, he mustered up his courage and rushed towards the second Chi Ming city.

When he set foot under the fairy city, the words on the plaque flickered, as if stained by water waves, revealing the true appearance of the North Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

The vermilion gate quickly turned into black.

In the quietly opening gap, the light changed rapidly, from milky white to rich purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Any cultivator who could ascend to Baiyujing must have been a famous and renowned genius in his youth.

But when they face such a situation, even their calm and peaceful hearts will unconsciously become nervous, even to the point where they will subconsciously hold their breath.

The subtle changes in the Dao light in the door may very likely determine whether what is taken out is an ordinary spiritual weapon or a primordial heavenly weapon that will shock all living beings.

However, for Shen Yi, the transition from white light to green air and then to purple was so natural and smooth.

Even though the purple energy was so dense that it almost turned into substance, there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

With a total of eleven floors of the Heavenly Palace, plus the gift from Senior Xuan Qing, we should never stop here.

Sure enough, the familiar golden color came into view again, even more profound than before.

The Infinite Demon Emperor Palace, which was built with Taoist pillars of far superior quality to others, eventually had some feedback.

"Pity."

Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly. Even though his foundation was solid enough, with the help of Senior Xuan Qing, he could only mix a ray of golden light into the purple air.

However, he would not regret like Xuan Qing, wondering why he did not walk slower and more steadily at the beginning.

Because Shen Yi knew very well that he had done his best with every step he took.

If he had accepted Xuanqing's last gift, perhaps it would have helped Kaesong to make further progress, but that was not what he wanted to see.

What's more, relying on Wu Jun's bloodline talent.

To add to the difficulty, Shen Yi suspected that even if he lost everything he had, it might not be enough for the other party to successfully survive this disaster.

Watching Wu Jun stepping tremblingly into Chi Ming City.

Similar changes to the previous ones appeared in Shen Yi's mind again.

There were still blue waves, but there was an extra reef. The golden-patterned turtle monster was lying lazily on the edge of the rocky beach, as if its entire body had lost all vitality.

It had just begun, and a hint of panic appeared in Wu Jun's eyes.

It found that its most proud body seemed to be taken away by an invisible hand in an instant, and it became extremely difficult to move its limbs, let alone climb mountains and cross seas.

"My lord..."

It instinctively wanted to retreat.

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, noticing something was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't help the other party.

Although Wu Jun had enjoyed the gift of the demon's origin, that thing was torturing him while also helping him become stronger. This was completely different from the current situation where he felt himself becoming increasingly weaker but could do nothing.

What is truly terrifying is not the passage of time, but the despair of being powerless.

The lifespan of the monsters in the panel is rapidly decreasing.

Correspondingly, Wu Jun's body size was gradually growing. His heavy gilded shell was gradually washed by wind and sand, becoming increasingly rough. With rocks piled up on it, his thick limbs expanded to a level that the reef could no longer accommodate.

Until it became an island itself.

His rough skin was no different from the surface of stone, his breath was so weak that it was undetectable, and his cloudy eyes were already filled with the air of old age.

"My Lord, it may not come out."

The throne in the East Hall of Ten Thousand Demons became empty at some point in time. Ke Shisan's appearance and demeanor had undergone tremendous changes from before, and his strength was no longer comparable.

Although it is far from the Hedao realm, the oppressive feeling it gives to Shen Yi is no less than those of the Daoists, and perhaps even better.

It walked slowly behind its master, but the awe in its eyes remained unchanged, even stronger than before the calamity.

"Look again."

Shen Yi glanced at the demon whose lifespan was only a little over a million years, and his mood remained calm.

In fact, as long as Wu Jun can come out, it won’t be a big loss.

After all, the lifespan of these monsters actually improves the strength of Zhenshi, so it is not wasted.

"..."

Ke Shisan could also sense the changes in Wu Jun at this moment.

Although it doesn't like this smooth-talking flatterer, it still hopes that he can get through. However, it seems that the chances are very slim at the moment.

Wu Jun had obviously sunk into a mental tribulation.

I simply don't have the fortitude to see through aging.

If it relied on itself, it was just a demon at the tenth level of Return to Void, and its character was not the best, so it was normal that it could not make it through.

The reason why it has not failed until now is simply because Shen Yi has not cut off the supply of the demon's lifespan.

The floating island that the golden turtle transformed into was actually no different from a dead object.

"call."

Shen Yi pursed her lips slightly.

Faced with such a calamity, if there is any hope for a turnaround, it would be that the turtle demon occasionally had a hint of inspiration in its endless sinking.

But even if it wakes up slightly, how can it grasp this fleeting inspiration? If it misses it, it will fall into it again and wait for the next meeting after who knows how many years.

Lifespans eventually come to an end... but fortunately demons don't.

Shen Yi raised his eyes again. He said, nothing else, but this is enough.

The vast demon's lifespan once again poured into Wu Jun's body.

When time stretches to a terrifying degree, the rare inspirations seem to become so frequent.

"Roar--"

After countless missed opportunities, the "floating island" suddenly began to tremble.

Like an earthquake.

Dense forests collapsed, huge rocks rolled down, and huge waves rose in the water. The thick tortoise shell had long lost its former golden brilliance and became mottled. But when the golden patterns reappeared, they shook off all the filth and finally revealed the dark gold brilliance underneath.

The sleeping old turtle finally raised its head and let out a hoarse but long growl.

At the same time, all the torture endured for hundreds of thousands of years was fed back to the Palace Master Shen Yi.

His tall figure suddenly hunched over.

A surge of fatigue flooded into my limbs and bones, and I felt so weak that I couldn't even lift my fingertips.

Under the slightly swaying hair, the fair face is still young and handsome, but the eyes are filled with the air of old age.

In an instant, the gate of Chi Ming Immortal City suddenly opened.

A thick purple aura came crashing down like a long dragon, piercing through Shen Yi's body and gathering between his limbs to form a set of close-fitting black armor that fit closely to his joints, lifting up his body that was about to fall.

The golden light in the purple air disappeared and turned into a jade crown for tying hair.

"Ho..."

Shen Yi held the gold-patterned ink knife in the clouds, staggering to steady his body.

There was a hint of helplessness in his clear eyes.

The demon spent his life and finally had to suffer the consequences.

When the light on the black armor faded and the gate of Chi Ming Immortal City was about to close, another figure that blocked out the sky and the sun flashed out and landed on the throne in the North Hall.

[Lord of the North Palace: Golden Turtle Wu Jun]

[Remaining demon lifespan: 820,000 years]

He also looks like half human, half turtle, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and he also overlooks the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. The aura he exudes is no weaker than that of Ke Shisan, the grandson of the dragon.

Shen Yi glanced at it silently.

Yes, you can eat up millions of years of your life.

But... does this count as opening two cities in a row?
Shen Yi waved his hand casually, and the ink knife and black armor disintegrated into smoke and quickly flowed back into the two immortal cities.

He had no intention of using his sword to cut the armor.

When it comes to the level of Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers, it is difficult to test their limits unless they fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi closed his eyes and pulled his soul out of the Infinite Demon King. In an instant, it turned into its scarlet appearance again.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his body, gazing at the sky.

The fingertips gently brushed across the brow.

The gorgeous purple rainbow bridge quickly returned to the sea of ​​consciousness and transformed into the twelve-story Infinite Demon Palace again.

It was at this moment that Shen Yi finally realized the changes after ascending to heaven.

The aura of his whole body surged, and the scarlet demonic power rose uncontrollably into the sky, clearing away the clouds and revealing the sun, melting away the phantom of the fairy city.

Even if we leave aside the Taoist soldiers, Baiyujing itself is still far behind the Fanxu Realm.

This is also the reason why the Red-Eyed Black Phoenix has stayed in the Tianjian Sect for so many years and has been deliberately suppressed at the twelfth level of Return to Void. Only by reaching this realm can it truly possess the strength to stir up waves.

This time, he not only successfully climbed up Baiyujing, but also opened the two cities of Longhan and Chiming, and also obtained two powerful stone guardian stones occupying the throne.

Only in this way could he feel a little better about the pain he felt after wasting so much of the demon's lifespan.

After all, the bulk of the expenditure is still on the construction of the five branch halls of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. The three large cities behind cannot be opened for the time being, but they will be used sooner or later.

"..."

Shen Yi clenched his palms slightly, feeling this unfamiliar power.

He side-glanced into the distance.

The time taken for this breakthrough far exceeded his expectations, and it seemed like it was too late.

It's time to go back.

……

The Seven Sons of Nanhong are much more lively than usual.

Various magical weapons flew across the sky, and among them were some familiar faces with high reputations, which made the disciples of the Immortal Sect stop in their tracks out of curiosity.

In water, on land, in caves or in mountains.

Any force with some fame would rarely receive an invitation from the largest human force in Nanhong.

The Seven Sons Conference can be said to be the most important event in the entire Nanhong.

Every time it is opened, it will almost determine the direction of the situation in this land and water for thousands of years.

It was because behind that invitation stood six giants of the Hedao realm who were of the same bloodline. When they joined hands, even the Nanlong Palace would have to retreat temporarily.

"Is there a seventh now?"

A monk from the deep mountains and forests asked the person next to him curiously.

After a long time, most monks accepted the slightly strange fact that there were only six of the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

"It's not convenient to say."

The plump and chubby guy smiled and shook his head, with a bit of complexity in his eyes.

He actually has some gossip.

But it is actually difficult for cultivators like them to understand why such a precious piece of Hedao land would be left to a native of the land just because of the promise made in the past.

Although I have heard that the indigenous leader has some strength and talent.

But after all, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.

And no matter what... they don't think there is anything more important than having one more giant in the Hedao realm, even if that young sect leader is the most talented person in ancient and modern times.

It means that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are wealthy and strong enough to have the confidence to make such a decision that others think is stupid.

What does the Hedao realm represent?
Having further say in Nanhong will allow disciples within the sect to obtain more resources for cultivation, and even gain more initiative in negotiations with other Hong forces.

Are you going to give it up like this now, just to make others think that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are loyal and righteous?

I don’t know what those six seniors were thinking.

It's crazy.

Of course, no matter what he was thinking, the plump and chubby man still had a smile on his face. Under the guidance of the Immortal Sect's disciples, he stepped into the embossed light curtain.

Even if the Seven Sons of Nanhong don't mind losing face, they still have to do enough work to save their face.

When seeing that young man, he still respectfully addressed him as the Sect Master, and he would not lose a piece of flesh on his body.

Just when these monks coming and going had different thoughts.

The monks of the Seven Sons of Nanhong didn't care at all. The only thing they cared about now was.

Where did Sect Master Shen go? !

Within the Nanyang Sect.

"I'm asking you something, tell me!"

The outer sect elder of Mengzong slammed the table. Across the table, a group of people stood side by side.

The person being questioned was Yan Wencheng from the Qingyue Sect.

This highly respected formation genius, who also has the Yan family background, now curled his lips helplessly and looked away.

In front of these outer sect elders who were already going crazy with anxiety.

It was really hard for him to explain. Although he had just left the sect with Sect Master Shen a few months ago, he was not very familiar with them and it was even more impossible for him to know where the other person was.

"Pay attention to your appearance. Not to mention him, I don't know either. There's nothing to blame for this."

Liu Shiqian frowned and looked over. A person as law-abiding as him seldom gave orders to the people of Mengzong.

At this moment, it was obvious that he was trying to protect his son. The outer sect elder took a deep breath and quickly stood up and saluted: "Junior understands."

Then he turned around with a splitting headache: "Next."

Yan Wencheng slowly stepped back, and then Liu Qianyun came forward with worry in her eyes: "Elder, I don't know either."

In order to find Shen Yi, the outer sect elders of the seven sects actually gathered all the disciples who had a relationship with Shen Yi.

It's really the only solution.

The conference is about to be held in order to introduce the seventh leader to the various forces in Nanhong... Now that he is not here, who should they introduce?
This was probably the time when the Seven Nanhong monks were most looking forward to Shen Yi's appearance.

Let’s put aside the matter of the Hedao treasure land for now and at least make sure this conference goes smoothly.

"Before, he refused to give in, but now that I really give it to him, he holds it up instead?!"

Suddenly, someone among the seated outer sect elders cursed angrily.

However, the words had not yet fallen.

Several auras enveloped him at the same time, causing him to fall off his chair in confusion, looking around in shock and doubt.

Outside the hall, Yan Xianqing, who had watched his little one being scolded without saying a word and standing respectfully, now temporarily put aside his fear of the Immortal Sect and glanced over coldly.

"..."

Although he is only a vassal force of the Nanyang Sect, he is still a monk of Baiyujing after all.

The undisguised release of his aura at this moment was so shocking that the outer sect elder didn't even dare to breathe.

Of course, the most important thing is that, apart from the vassal of Nanyang Sect, the two Baiyujing elders, Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang, who were in charge of this matter, did not side with him. Instead, their eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Take off your robes and reflect on your mistakes. I don't want to say it a second time."

Elder Chi Yang waved his sleeves slightly, and the powerful spiritual pressure forced the outer sect elder out of the hall.

"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive."

The two Baiyujing monks from Yunxiao Pavilion and Xuanhaizhai did not speak, only Yin Qizhan from Xuanyue City gently pulled him back.

Although they have reached the level of Baiyujing, vassals are just vassals after all.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, they might be countless times more important than the outer sect elders, and many things could be handled fairly in private, but it would be absolutely impossible for them to be allowed to openly challenge the authority of the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

With the two Bai Yujing elders of Qingyue Sect in charge, they will naturally punish those who speak rudely.

Yan Xianqing's behavior obviously went a step beyond the limit.

The remaining three did not quite understand why the other party was so irrational. After all, although they were vassals... they seemed to have never actually met the sect master.

"..."

Yan Xianqing took a deep breath and finally stepped back.

He was probably the only person in the room who knew the whereabouts of the sect leader, and he was also the one who was most frightened that Shen Yi had not returned yet.

Maybe something really happened.

But Yan Xianqing had no way to ask anyone for help.

The envoy from the Southern Dragon Palace was still waiting outside, just giving face to the Seven Sons Conference for the time being.

Yan Xianqing didn't know who to trust. He only knew that if he leaked the news that the massacre of the water tribe was done by the sect master, it would bring great disaster to the Nanyang Sect.

Elder Chi Yang's actions obviously alerted the surrounding allied sect monks.

The convening of the Seven Sons Conference...means that the young native is now the true leader.

The outer sect elder had his robes stripped off before he even mentioned the three words "Sect Master Shen". If anyone dared to offend the Sect Master by name, the punishment would be to have his cultivation abolished.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet and whispered.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes: "..."

In fact, in the eyes of the real sect leaders, Shen Yi had long been linked to the disaster that befell the water tribe. The reason why no one said anything was because only a powerful Taoist was qualified to participate in this matter.

There is no similar person in Nanyang Sect, and the other six sect leaders have no intention of showing up.

Therefore, the seven sons must wait until Sect Master Shen returns before making a decision.

If I could really come back...

"Senior, please come out for a moment."

Yan Xianqing suddenly heard a childish voice coming from behind him. Turning back, he found that it was the young cultivator from Nanyang Sect...his name seemed to be Li Qingfeng.

Even though the other party's cultivation is low, but I heard that he is in charge of all the affairs of the Nanyang Sect, he must be deeply trusted by the Sect Master.

"it is good."

Yan Xianqing followed him out quickly.

However, Qingfeng Li did not say much, but took him to a secluded place inside the inner gate.

The next moment, Yan Xianqing's pupils shrank slightly.

In the midst of the flower-filled forest, there was a figure whose body resembled a withered branch, standing with his hands behind his back.

Although Senior Xuan Qing was quite famous, the Yan family was, after all, a vassal of the Nanyang Sect, so they were not likely to be frightened.

What really surprised him was the old woman sitting opposite Senior Xuan Qing. One could still vaguely tell from her former peerless beauty between her eyebrows and eyes, but at this moment, she had a smile on her lips and was gently leaning on a cane.

This seemingly kind old woman actually exuded a terrifying aura that made Yan Xianqing's eyes turn red with anger. Combined with the news he had recently received, he could easily recognize the other party's identity.

A giant in the Hedao realm! The leader of the Baohua clan!

"You invited me here just to chat?"

The old woman tilted her head slightly, and in front of the wooden man, she looked rare and playful, but surprisingly, it didn't feel abrupt or weird.

"Just catching up on the past." Xuan Qing said in a gentle voice, glancing over sideways.

"is it?"

The old woman lowered her head, pursed her lips, and smiled even more. Then a hint of mischief flashed across her eyes: "Since we are reminiscing about the past, what is my name?"

"Um--"

Xuan Qing's whole body paused slightly, he opened his mouth and fell silent.

Fortunately, the old woman did not mean to embarrass him. She slowly took two steps closer, stood on tiptoe, and gently brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders. Then she stepped back and said softly, "You can come to me anytime if you have anything to ask. Anything is fine... But don't lie to me, okay? Xuanqing never lies."

The leader of the Baohua clan knew that Xuanqing had no habit of lying.

But he chose to lie, which meant that this matter might be so serious that it would shock even the cultivators in the Hedao realm.

But the leader of the Baohua Sect did not ask any further questions and simply agreed.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath and finally said sincerely, "Thank you."

"It's just a matter of convenience. Please don't misunderstand me, young lady." The leader of the Baohua Sect pretended to be indifferent and glanced at him. Only the smile on the corner of his lips remained unchanged. Then he sighed, "You were like this when you saved me... So, don't be polite to me."

As she finished her words, her figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

"..."

Xuanqing fell into deep thought again, but soon laughed at himself.

Even if the other party reminded him, he really couldn't remember the specific details of that year.

However, the fact that Master Baohua was willing to help gave him some confidence.

Thinking of this, Xuan Qing turned around and walked towards Yan Xianqing who was stunned in the distance.

"One last time to confirm, is it our clan leader?"

Li Qingfeng looked at him seriously. Just now in the hall, he had been observing Yan Xianqing's expression until he was sure that the other party must know something about this matter.

"I……"

Yan Xianqing swallowed hard, he probably guessed why Senior Xuan Qing wanted to invite the leader of Baohua Sect.

This means that if anything happens to Sect Master Shen, they will have to step into the water to seek justice from the Dragon Palace.

He finally let out a breath, "It's true. The information about the aquatic creatures that died this time was collected by me at the order of the sect master. He didn't take me with him before he went into the water."

Hear this.

Even though Qingfeng Li was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The young man who left the precious land of Nanyang with them, actually had the ability to turn the Dragon Palace upside down in a short period of time!

Even with Li Qingfeng's trust in Shen Yi, he could feel the pounding in his chest becoming more intense, and his shoulders were shaking slightly unconsciously.

"He went alone?"

Under such circumstances, Qingfeng Li even forgot to address him as Sect Master.

Everyone guessed that Sect Master Shen had invited some powerful help, but according to Yan Xianqing, things seemed to be different from what others thought.

"The Sect Master is actually quite confident... I think we can have some confidence in him, too."

Yan Xianqing himself didn't even quite believe what he said. After all, after doing such a big thing, where else in Nanhong could there be a better place to hide than the Xianzong?

The fact that Sect Master Shen has not returned yet is actually very telling.

However, under his gaze.

Xuan Qing nodded his chin lightly: "I believe him."

He turned around and said, "But I also have to let the people of Nanhong know that he is not alone...even though his methods are a bit dishonorable."

As he spoke, the self-mockery on Xuanqing's face became even more intense.

It sounds ridiculous that the once unparalleled genius has now fallen to the point where he has to rely on others to repay old favors and beg for the life-saving grace that happened more than 100,000 years ago.

But it doesn't matter, there is really no other way.

As long as there is someone from the Nanyang Sect who can stand upright in the Hongze water and land, it will be enough.

As for these shameless things, just leave them to him.

"I will wait until the Seven Sons Conference is over."

"If you want to follow, come on."

Leaving these words behind, Xuanqing also took a step forward, and his back disappeared into the depths of the woods.

"Xianqing is willing to follow closely behind, not lagging behind even a step."

Yan Xianqing bowed slowly and looked up at the sky, but for some reason, he always felt that given the attitude of Sect Master Shen when he left, he would not have any use for the things prepared by Senior Xuan Qing.

……

The moment when the morning glow fills the air.

In the Nanhong land, on the vast mountain top, seven white rainbows suddenly appeared across the sky, with runes flashing in between.

White clouds are circling around Lingyue, a sword is hanging in the middle of the mountain, the sun and the moon are alternating, and green waves are rolling under the peaks, with waves making bursts!
When they gather together, it is the unparalleled stunning scenery of Nanhong!
At the top where the white rainbow converged, a warm beam of light slowly fell, and then there were changes among the mountains, seas, clouds and mists, with quaint long tables and jade cushions.

The long steps seem to lead to the clouds, and at the top is a large chair.

Look down again.

Below the clouds, blue bricks were paved to form a huge square.

As the sound of a flute pierced the sky.

Countless figures flew out riding magic weapons, and the seating arrangement was strict and orderly. Where should those in the late stage of Return to the Void sit, where should Bai Yujing sit, where should the elders of the Immortal Sect sit, and where should the guests sit? There must not be any mistakes.

As for those ordinary cultivators and the deacons and disciples of the Immortal Sect, they all gathered on the seemingly endless blue brick square.

They stood in a straight line.

The identical robes of the immortal sects swayed slightly, the difference lies in the patterns on them: Tianjian, Qingyue, Wushuang... each has its own style.

The ones with the highest status were several giants in the Hedao realm, including the Master of Baohua Sect. They were arranged at the table closest to the chair. While they were chatting and greeting each other, Bai Yujing's disciples personally poured wine for them.

The next moment, six shadows slowly emerged from the sky.

They looked down upon the world without revealing their true appearance.

But there is no need to look closely, one can recognize their identity just from their extremely vast aura.

The six masters of the Hedao realm gathered together!
Under normal circumstances, the Seven Sons Conference would have officially begun.

But today, the guests noticed something strange.

After the six sect leaders came forward, they remained silent, causing the entire world to come to a standstill.

Some people who are good at observing people's expressions have already discovered that there is something wrong with the expressions of those disciples of the Immortal Sect.

After a moment of contemplation, almost everyone turned their eyes to the chair on the cloud at the top.

This is a small number of people...

The missing person is most likely the new Nanyang Sect Leader.

Wei Yuanzhou, Su Hongxiu and six other Taoists sat quietly behind the table, each with a different look on their face.

Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang were isolated on the edge by many elders, and they looked around absent-mindedly.

as time flows.

It started with the guests in the square, and then even the disciples of the Immortal Sect began to feel a slight commotion.

Someone lowered his voice and said, "No... Which force are you from? Did you come to the wrong place?"

"From the Nanyang Sect."

The young man in black shirt seemed to be late and looked around with a little curiosity.

"From the Nanyang Sect? You are over there... No one notified you? You can't even find your location? Hurry up and find an elder from your sect to take you back." The cultivator laughed in silence.

"I came a little late and missed it."

Shen Yi nodded slightly. He had always been a self-taught person since he came to Baiyun County, and indeed had never participated in a similar Immortal Sect conference.

If it weren't for the truly magnificent momentum here, he wouldn't even be able to find the place.

"That's all." The tall and thin monk finally laughed out loud and glanced at the side secretly: "Follow me closely, I will lead you there."

After saying that, he quietly gathered his aura, pushed away the people next to him, and walked to the side with the young man in black shirt.

At this moment, perhaps because his movements were too big, people gradually turned around and stared at him, then made way for him in surprise.

"..."

The tall and thin monk reacted, and hurriedly smiled and whispered, "Help me, help me."

However, no one responded.

The entire square just spread out like a wave, until an extremely wide road was formed in the middle of the square.

The tall and thin monk was completely stunned. He came over to join in the fun, but he had never seen such a scene before.

Until he noticed that above the clouds, one figure after another gradually stood up and clasped their hands downwards, including even the high-ranking disciples of the seven sects and the elders of the Baiyujing.

"Gudong."

The tall and thin monk's legs suddenly felt weak, but fortunately he was quickly supported by a pair of white hands.

"I think I found it, thank you."

A gentle voice was heard, and the young man in black clothes nodded politely to express his gratitude. Then he took a step forward, and a purple rainbow of energy spread out from under his feet, spanning the sky, connecting to the steps of heaven, and stopping under the chair.

He stepped onto Changhong slowly, and in full view of everyone, he climbed up to the clouds step by step, walked in front of everyone, then turned around and sat quietly on the chair.

He casually rubbed the armrest.

I guess this was deliberately prepared because he didn't have the cultivation level to the Hedao realm.

Shen Yi collected his thoughts and looked down with his clear dark eyes. Under his slightly rolled-up sleeves was a well-known cultivator in Nanhong.

At the moment when the long rainbow formed purely by purple air appeared, it was as clear as glass and as dazzling as the sun, as if it made everything around it pale in comparison.

"..."

All the guests and disciples of the Immortal Sect, including Elder Bai Yujing and many of his direct disciples, even the giants of the Hedao realm, and the six phantoms in the sky, were all caught in a brief daze.

Is such a transparent heavenly palace really something that should exist in this world?

In the silent square.

The next moment, I didn't know who started it, but it seemed like everyone was speaking in unison.

The disciple leaned forward with the sword in his arms, the outer sect elder bowed his head, and the disciple and the elder bowed again.

Just like the tide surging in from afar, the sound waves gradually gathered and turned into a voice as loud as a huge bell.

"We are here to see the Nanyang Sect Master!"

(End of this chapter)