How long has the barren tower been in existence? Going back to the long years, where is its source? This ancient artifact is really too mysterious.
The fairy bell is equally bizarre, but it was born in Kunlun, which contains all the mysteries of the heavens and ghosts, and the green tripod of Emperor Zun was also born in Kunlun, with the fragments of becoming immortals burned.
The white clouds and mist flowed down to people's knees, and the ancient continent was full of noise. People were shocked by the past. The age of mythology was too long, leaving many unsolved mysteries.
The hostile atmosphere in the Heavenly Palace eased, and the Kunlun Survivors put away the black Human Emperor's Seal, and stopped doing anything. Many great saints sat down again to discuss the various rules and orders that should be opened on the road to immortality.
"If the whole world becomes a fairy, there is nothing to say. But if there is a time limit, only some people can step into the fairyland, then we have to fight to determine the result."
"I suggest that the inheritors who hold the imperial weapon can occupy a few more places to ensure their smooth path."
"Why?!" Immediately someone objected, not every great sage present had ancient soldiers of the extreme path. In fact, even if you can see through the heavens and myriad realms, only a few people own it, and the ancient emperors can count them.
"Naturally, we should speak based on our strength, otherwise you and I will each hold ancient artifacts and go out to the outside world to see how people end." The old patriarch of Blood Phoenix Mountain said indifferently, naturally he was holding ancient imperial artifacts, and that People hold holy soldiers handed down from generation to generation.
Will there be suspense in such a duel? There is no doubt that it will be one-sided and there will be no miracles!
In the central heavenly palace, everything is so naked, involving the hope of becoming a fairy, the great sage sat down to discuss, all of them were tit for tat, and they had to think about their own clan.
In the face of cruel facts, everything has to be haggled over every ounce. If you are high-spirited at such moments, you will only be considered a fool, and the key is to strive for the best interests of your family.
"Isn't it great to have an emperor's weapon? As long as there is a quasi-emperor in our clan, everything will be different. The emperor's weapon may change hands!" A god-swallowing mouse said coldly.
This great sage is very special. He has not transformed into a human body. He has sharp fangs and green eyes. He is a silver god mouse. The whole body seems to be burning with silver flames. It is so dazzling that it can be as big as a giant elephant.
"Really, so far I have only seen a quasi-emperor from the human race, and I look forward to the arrival of your great emperor!" Someone responded coldly, not caring.
"The old man also thinks that it is inappropriate to divide the places on the Immortal Road according to whether or not he possesses the imperial weapon, and it should be divided according to race." A Pixiu opened his mouth, puffed out clouds and mist, and evolved into the shape of an ancestral dragon, which looked terrifying.
"Everyone, let's stop arguing about this. The establishment of a law is not a spoils sharing conference. Let's first talk about the current severe situation." Another person said.
"Yes, the Big Dipper is currently in a state of turmoil. I think the land will soon be sunk before the road to immortality is opened. A regulation is needed. Erase some restless factors, such as the holy body of the human race, Killing the Golden Crow tribe, destroying Mount Sumeru, these dangerous elements always stir up disputes, do you want to suppress them? What do you think, I think it is very necessary!"
An old woman called Grandma Feng spoke, her face was wrinkled, and her lines could catch rice grains. She spoke in a sinister way, and she was not easy to see.
After she finished speaking, she glanced at King Ming of the Great Peacock, and then at the Great Sage of the Golden Crow Clan. It was obvious that this was a united front.
People's hearts are unpredictable, sometimes sinister, and easily shaken. With so many great sages here, if they can really convince a few, especially the great clans that hold the ancient imperial artifacts, then maybe they can really destroy the human holy body.
It's a pity that King Ming of the Great Peacock had no expression on his face, he didn't say a word, and he didn't have any words.
In fact, she wanted to overthrow Ye Fan, but after that battle, she understood that it is not easy to shake several imperial weapons, it is a powerful alliance!
Moreover, now the old monk Mo Ke was dragged away by Monk Na Hua and became his Dharma protector. He wiped his ass whenever he had nothing to do, thinking that it was a miracle of reincarnation of Buddhism.
The great sage of the Golden Crow tribe had a gloomy expression, so he naturally wanted to express his opinion, and said with gloominess: "The human saint is arrogant, it is obvious to all, this beast is domineering, and its methods are fierce and cruel. It kills my lineage of the Golden Crow, and even attacks the orthodox inheritance of Emperor Amitabha Buddha. , What is the use of such a lunatic to keep him, we will discuss it together, just kill him!"
"Your clan keeps provoking again and again, do you really want to exterminate the clan?" At this moment, Gu Jinpeng appeared, with a bang, his wings fluttered, and he fanned into two sarcophagi, falling on Grandma Feng and the Jinwu clan. In front of the Great Sage.
The dragon horse also appeared, with a killing sword on its back. Although it was not out of its sheath, it was full of evil spirits, as if it could kill immortals!
Ye Fan was surprised, they disappeared for a long time, did they go to refine the sword? Inside the scabbard seemed to be a murderous weapon, which bluffed everyone present.
"Then how about going outside for a walk?" A young man of the Jinwu tribe stood up. He didn't say a word just now, but now he was calm and composed.
This person is extraordinary, wearing a golden feather coat, vigorous as a dragon, with a tall and straight body, with long golden hair, and twinkling eyes.
Everyone was shocked, they were all confident in the face of Emperor Qi, what did he have to rely on? It seems that the status is not trivial.
"This is His Royal Highness Prince Huai Zun of our generation." Lao Sheng introduced.
"It's just a discussion, let's express our opinions. It's better not to use force today, but to sit down and talk." There are great sages and mud, dissuading both sides.
"It's just a defective imperial weapon. When the great emperor of our clan comes, nothing else will be useful!" The old man of the Golden Crow tribe said coldly with a gloomy face.
The Golden Crow Clan has a quasi-emperor!
There has always been this legend, and now that he makes such a statement, it should not be false, which makes everyone feel cold. Once you reach the quasi-emperor realm, it will be completely different, and you will be completely invincible!
With the word emperor, there is a world of difference between him and the great sage. This natural moat is insurmountable, and it is impossible to go against the emperor and defeat the emperor!
If this kind of person is ruthless, even if you have your imperial weapon in hand, it is impossible to keep pushing him. If he wants to kill you, there are plenty of opportunities.
You know, when Gai Jiuyou's blood was exhausted, he was old and frail, and he could not rely on the emperor's weapon to fight against the peak saint of the ancient clan who held the golden mace. How amazing and frightening is this
Therefore, as soon as the words of the old sage of the Golden Crow Clan finished, everyone was terrified. If they offend the Golden Crow clan now, there will definitely be great disasters in the future.
However, Gu Jinpeng, Longma and others were still fearless, they went straight to find a table, and sat down in human form.
After a short time, the strange atmosphere disappeared, and the Tiangong began to argue endlessly again. The powerful people of all ethnic groups all set out their own interests and made laws.
The central Tianque is all the clan lord, or the great sage, etc., and the worst is the saint king. The ordinary saints can only listen and express their opinions outside the temple, because there are too many people from all heavens and myriad domains.
Not long after, Jiang Yifei came out and handed over the establishment of laws and order to an old sage of the Jiang clan, leaving that person here to negotiate.
He is as rich as jade, aloof and outstanding, especially when he confronted the bereaved family of Kunlun who bears the emperor's seal just now, his power is intimidating, and his appearance at this time naturally attracts attention.
Many young women had bright eyes, whispered, and spoke highly of Jiang Yifei. Even if he was really not the emperor's son, he might not be any weaker.
Afterwards, Fenghuang also came out, and many great saints confronted each other in the hall, and their words were tit for tat. The atmosphere was too depressing, and she also temporarily retreated.
She wears a five-color mask, lingering with rays of divine glow, like a fairy covered with a mysterious veil, with a slender figure, graceful and upright, standing among the clouds, she is so beautiful that it attracts people to look back.
On this ancient continent, the smog filled the air, and the palaces and towers looked very ethereal, as if covered with a layer of tulle. The relatively younger masters were all outside, and did not go to the main hall.
"Brother Jiang, you have heard about your name for a long time, and you are even more famous when you meet." Not far away, a man in silver armor stood up.
Next to it, there is another woman, Qiushui is a divine jade and a bone, wearing a rosy robe, ethereal as a fairy, standing together like a pair of people.
It was the flesh-and-blood Holy Spirit and Princess Yueling of the Jiuli Dynasty. They were sitting at a stone table in front of a balcony, and they all stood up at this moment, and went forward together.
"Brother is too famous." Jiang Yifei smiled and greeted Princess Yueling, one of the most beautiful women in the world.
"Brother Jiang is as handsome as the young emperor. I was lucky enough to see an ancient painting, which is the portrait of the Supreme Hengyu. After seeing Brother Jiang, I really thought that the emperor was resurrected."
The flesh-and-blood Holy Spirit invited Jiang Yifei to the stone table, ordered him to present a cup of divine brew, and introduced himself, frankly saying that he was the Holy Spirit from outside the territory, named Shi Zhongxuan.
Three figures like Jiang Yifei, Shi Zhongxuan, and Princess Yueling could not sit together without attracting attention, and besides, there were so many people outside the Tiangong Palace that they naturally attracted everyone's attention.
"The Princess of the Wind Clan has also come out. I have heard her name for a long time. She has been able to create not easy secret techniques since she was thirteen years old. Not long ago, she even solved the mystery of the fairy scriptures on the stone tablet of this clan. She is really a strange woman."
Not far away, someone whispered.
Princess Yueling stood up, invited Fenghuang over, and sat at the stone table, discussing Taoism and ancient times together.
In a short while, there were more than a dozen people seated here, all of them were top figures of the clan, and most of them came from outside the region and from different races.
"How about we invite a few more young comrades?" Shi Zhongxuan smiled. Even though the divine blood in his body was suppressed, the people around him still felt a great coercion and dared not approach.
"Well, His Royal Highness Huai Zun of the Golden Crow Clan has also come out, why don't you come here together?"
This His Royal Highness of the Golden Crow Tribe had a calm expression. When he saw someone waving to invite him to come over, he used his heavenly eyes to take a look, and he was naturally shocked, because no one was mediocre, so he strode forward.
"The Jinwu tribe has inherited the great fortune of heaven and earth, and has been prosperous since ancient times. They are known as divine birds, live in the sky, and are the sons of the emperor of heaven. The legends are endless, and people yearn for it." Someone sighed.
According to legend, the Jinwu clan is the descendant of the Heavenly Emperor, and there is supreme precious blood flowing in their bodies, which is the root of their incomparably powerful clan.
Many people looked over, hoping that Prince Huai Zun could explain the truth.