The gate was blocked by countless people. In addition to most of them being disciples of the Youlong clan, there were also some disciples of other races.
Everyone looked at the colorful sedan with extremely enthusiastic eyes.
"Hoho..."
But at this moment, a dragon roar suddenly came to mind.
The next moment, I saw a peerless divine dragon coming out of the void.
The power of this dragon is extremely terrifying.
Immediately, the dragon transformed into a human form, and as this figure appeared, countless figures automatically gave way to a path.
The entire Xuan Temple was boiling at this moment.
"It's the young master, the young master is here!"
"The young master of the Youlong Clan, You Tanyu, is so young, but his cultivation has already reached the peak of the Emperor. He is worthy of being the young master of the Youlong Clan!"
"The young master's visit this time must be for the saint of the Kunpeng clan!"
"If the saintess of the Kunpeng clan successfully marries the young master of the Youlong clan, then the Youlong clan and the Kunpeng clan will become one, and the entire Tianji Mountains will change!"
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In front of the entire gate of Xuan Temple, a vast and boundless pressure spread, and countless warriors around them quickly retreated.
This figure was the only one left on the spot, staring directly at the colorful sedan chair.
After a moment, the colorful sedan fell down.
"Buzzing..."
At the same time, the phantoms around the sedan instantly dissipated, and the next moment, a beautiful figure wearing colorful clothes walked out of the sedan.
This man's face is a work of art that can be described as carved, extremely beautiful, and his figure is indescribably perfect.
This look is alluring.
At this moment, in front of the gate of Xuan Temple, except for Mo Wentian and others, everyone could not help but swallow their saliva.
"How could you not tell me that Her Royal Highness the Saint came to the Mysterious Temple?"
"This is a bit unkind!"
And just when everyone was looking at it in awe, a figure descended from the void.
I saw that this man's body was extremely white, and even his hair was white in color. This man also exuded a withered aura.
Feeling this aura, Mo Wentian instantly recalled that he had met those puppets of the Demon Youku Clan.
"This person is from the Moyouku tribe!"
At this moment, as Mo Wentian muttered to himself, an extremely cold light appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The young master of the Youlong Clan is here, and now the people from the Demon Youku Clan are also here, although Mo Wentian doesn't know now what the identity of the people from the Demon Youku Clan in front of him is.
But Mo Wentian had a hunch that the young man in front of him must have a high status in the Moyouku clan.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank.
"This is the young master of the Moyouku tribe!"
"The young master of the Demon Youku Clan has actually come to our Xuan Temple!"
"This young master of the Demon Youku tribe also covets the beauty of the saint. It's not surprising that he comes to our Xuan Temple!"
"He also covets the beauty of the Saint. It's ridiculous that he wants to snatch it from me, the young master of the Nether Dragon Clan!"
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Seeing the man's figure appear, countless warriors immediately started talking.
Among the countless warriors at this moment, Mo Wentian was also looking at this scene in stunned silence.
Even if the young master of the Youlong clan fell in love with the saint of the Kunpeng clan, he didn't expect that the young master of the Demon Youku clan would also fall in love with her.
"Now there's something good to watch!"
A glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile spread.
"Ku Haobin, the young master of the Demon Youku Clan?"
"The saint came to my Xuan Temple, what qualifications do you have to accuse her?"
"And if you don't stay in your Dixuan Temple properly, why did you come to my Xuan Temple?"
A cold voice sounded, and You Tanyu, the young master of the Youlong Clan, took a step forward, approached the young master of the Demon Youku Clan, and shouted coldly.
At this moment, You Tanyu's hands could not help but clenched into fists, and his eyes were extremely angry.
"You Tanyu, seeing this young master coming, are you afraid?"
Hearing what Young Master Youlong said, Ku Haobin actually laughed and asked the question without answering.
"Scared?"
"Ku Haobin, although your cultivation is not far behind mine, but don't forget that you are on my young master's territory now!"
"If you know what's going on, get out of here, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Seeing Ku Haobin's evil smile, Young Master Youlong felt a trace of murderous intention in his heart.
He did not say this to scare Ku Haobin. If Ku Haobin was ignorant, he would really kill him.
Although Ku Haobin is also the young master of the Moyouku clan, one of the three ancient clans, the Moyouku clan is the lowest ranked clan among the three ancient clans.
In the heart of the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range, strength is the most important thing. The strength of the Youlong Clan is not even a bit stronger than the strength of the Demon Youku Clan.
If something really happened between the Youlong Clan and the Demon Youku Clan, even if the owner of the Tianji Mountains comes, he will stand on the side of the Youlong Clan, so what You Tanyu said is really true. It is confident.
"Young Master Youlong, Young Master Haobin, Qingyin know that you are all here for Qingyin!"
"For Qingyin's sake, don't worry about it anymore!"
Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice came, and the voiceless saint stepped forward.
Wherever this person passed, bursts of fragrance instantly filled the air.
And at the moment when the fragrance hit, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light. Even for a moment, Mo Wentian seemed to feel that his mind was also rising towards the voiceless saint in front of him. A touch of envy.
But the next moment, Mo Wentian only felt the quota and you tremble slightly, but that feeling dissipated in an instant.
"This Qingyin Saint, the power of the soul is quite good!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light, and he said secretly in his heart.
To be able to make the entire Xuan Temple men admire her, this Qingyin Saint's methods are really good.
But he, Mo Wentian, was an exception.
This voiceless saint tried to charm him with her special power of soul, but it was impossible to succeed.
His divine soul is not directly proportional to his cultivation. Although his cultivation is only at the perfection level of the Heavenly King, his divine soul has already reached eight hundred feet.
As for the voiceless saint in front of him, Mo Wentian could see it instantly as soon as he opened his soul.
Although this Qingyin Saint's cultivation has reached the peak of the Emperor and is about to reach the half-step of the Emperor's perfection, her soul is only six hundred feet long.
The six-hundred-foot-long soul wants to charm him. This is simply nonsense.