Fantasy: The opening robbed the protagonist of the opportunity

Chapter 311 Red Dust Yuan God, Ancient Emperor Chariot [3].

“The birthday banquet invitation sent by the Great Zhou God Dynasty? Why would they invite me to the birthday banquet? ”

Emperor Peak, in the Immortal Divine Palace, Su Changjun held an invitation painted with a phoenix pattern, and his eyes moved slightly.

Zhongzhou is the center of the Primordial Realm, and it is also the most prosperous place, far surpassing the four lands such as the Eastern Wilderness and the South Ridge.

The Great Zhou God Dynasty is a hegemon-level force in Zhongzhou, ruling hundreds of millions of miles of territory in Zhongzhou, and in terms of heritage and strength, it may also be above the six holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness.

Su Changjun was a little puzzled, he didn’t know the people of Zhongzhou, and the people of the Great Zhou God Dynasty actually invited him to the birthday banquet.

“Is it because of the nine-color golden pill?”

Su Changjun secretly said in his heart.

He condensed the nine-colored golden pill at the Dengxian banquet and survived the nine-fold heavenly tribulation, and this news reached Zhongzhou, which could definitely shake the world, and it was not impossible for the people of the Great Zhou God Dynasty to invite him to the birthday banquet.

“It just so happens that I am also going to Zhongzhou.”

Su Changjun whispered.

When he knew in the Immortal Immortal Pool that he could not condense the last divine thought, he knew that it was useless to absorb the immortal qi again, and the immortal pool was almost dry, so he went out.

At that time, he was thinking about going to Zhongzhou to practice.

Zhongzhou is the absolute center of the Primordial Realm, and there are many talents, and there will definitely be many sons of luck and daughters of luck, and he can just go to the wool of the son of luck and the daughter of luck, so as to cultivate the ultimate realm of divine thought.

Nanling, Red Dust Demon Sect.

“I’ve seen the Young Sect Master later, congratulations to the Young Sect Master for surviving the Wind and Fire Tribulation and condensing the Red Dust Yuan God.”

Inside a large hall, a group of elders bowed and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces.

Since the Red Dust Saint Son was killed by Su Changjun at the Ascending Immortal Banquet, the news reached the Red Dust Demon Sect, and although the elders in the Demon Sect were angry, they also knew that they had to change their position.

The elders who originally followed the Red Dust Saint Son changed the direction of the wind one after another and came to follow Ji Mingxian.

More importantly, Ji Mingxian returned from the Dengxian Banquet, successfully promoted the Golden Pill to the Eight-Color Golden Pill, and then entered the Red Dust Cave to practice, successfully survived the Wind and Fire Tribulation, and condensed the Red Dust Yuan God.

At this moment, her position was completely secured, and even some of the more stubborn elders had to come to visit Ji Mingxian at this moment.

“Elders, you don’t need to be polite, please take a seat!”

Ji Mingxian was dressed in white, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her temperament was otherworldly, and she said lightly to the elders.

Today is the day to celebrate Ji Mingxian’s victory over the Wind and Fire Tribulation and condense the Yuan God, not only the elders in the Red Dust Demon Sect came, but even the other six Demon Dao Ancestral Courts sent people to congratulate them, so the Red Dust Demon Sect was very lively.

After the banquet, everyone left.

In the back hall, Ji Mingxian looked up at the bright moon and looked deep in thought.

After half a ring, she took out an invitation with a phoenix pattern.

The invitation for the fifth thousand-year-old birthday of the Great Zhou Emperor, as the young sect master of the Red Dust Demon Sect, she was naturally among the invitations.

“Great Zhou God Dynasty, Great Zhou God Dynasty…”

Ji Mingxian read this name, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

“…..”

Immortal Immortal Gate, Emperor Peak.

Su Changjun walked out of the Immortal Divine Palace and saw a chariot on the square.

This is a bronze chariot full of sword marks and sword holes, exuding the vicissitudes of time.

The bronze chariot is pulled by nine dragons like dragon mountains.

These nine dragons have a thousand zhang in body length and exude a majestic aura, and the cultivation of each dragon has reached the realm of the Yuan God. The chariot was surrounded by the shadows of green dragons, vermilion birds, Xuanwu and white tigers, which were extremely sacred.

“Ancient Emperor Chariot!”

Su Changjun recognized this chariot, which was the chariot of a great emperor in ancient times.

That great emperor was called “Kui”, known as Emperor Kui, and was one of the rulers of the ancient Immortal Court.

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In ancient times, the Great Emperor “Kui” drove this chariot to fight in the south and the north, to conquer the evil forces of the Primordial Realm, or to sweep away the descendants of the gods and demons of the Immortal Court.

The grade of the ancient emperor chariot once reached the supreme treasure level, but the great emperor “Kui” experienced several major battles, causing the ancient emperor chariot to break, fall from the supreme treasure level, and become a semi-supreme treasure level.

Although it is only a half-supreme treasure level, its power also surpasses the ordinary peerless spirit treasure level.

“Holy Son, please get in the car!”

In front of the chariot of the ancient emperor, stood an old man with a peaceful face, he was very old, his appearance was old, his figure was thin, and he looked as if he would fall when the wind blew.

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“There is work, Uncle Cang!”

Su Changjun bowed his hand.

He knew the old man in front of him, this was the protector specially assigned to him by the Immortal Gate, and the one who helped him drive the chariot of the ancient emperor. Uncle Cang smiled slightly and said, “The Holy Son is polite, the old slave is just a slave of the Immortal Gate, and he can’t afford to be called the Holy Son like that.” ”

Su Changjun entered the ancient emperor chariot and sat down, and Cang Bo drove the ancient emperor chariot.

I saw the nine-headed dragon roaring, the huge body moved, bursting out one after another brilliant light, and at the same time the ancient emperor chariot was also blooming, dense runes appeared on the chariot, and the shadows of the Suzaku, Xuanwu, White Tiger and Green Dragon surrounded by it became clearer.

“Boom!”

Nine dragons pulled the ancient emperor chariot, broke through the void at once, opened a spatial passage, and shuttled through space.

“It’s a pity that it’s not an ancient emperor chariot, legend has it that the Great Emperor “Kui” drives the chariot, but uses nine heavenly dragons to pull the chariot, the momentum is shocking, and in the blink of an eye, you can feel any place in the Primordial Realm. ”

Su Changjun secretly said in his heart: “This ancient emperor chariot has been damaged, and it is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. ”