On the fifth day of May, respect the territory of heaven!
Hua Zun Tian's birthday. Www!QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO!cOM glows all over the sky, aura is soaring, between heaven and earth, bursts of fragrance surrounds, countless fairy birds and beasts are flying in the territory of Zuntian, fairy music fluttering, a magnificent picture of the prosperous world.
One strong after another, officially went to Zuntiandian Square to celebrate the saint's birthday.
Palace of Sins and Deaths.
Yin Hentian once again paid homage to Yan Chuan: "Thank you, Holy King Chengquan!"
Yan Chuan affirmed: "You do it, then do it, no matter what the result is, no matter how many enemies you attract, you are a minister of Dazhen, and Dazhen will help you with all the dangers!"
Yin Hentian's eyes were touched and said: "The most fortunate thing for a minister to live is to be a minister!"
"Go, the saint's birthday has begun!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
After leaving the Palace of Sins and Death, he got on the dragon's blade and drove towards the Zuntian Temple.
Before getting close, I saw countless rays of sunlight in the distance, and countless cultivators gathered from all directions.
"Baitian Territory Lord, Chen Baitian, present the Nine-turned Sky Fire Pearl, congratulate the saint for thousands of years, and an endless life!"
"Tianren Daojun, Fusu, present a volume of Xiansheng's suicide note, congratulations to the sage, Wandai Xianfu!"
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In front of the Zuntian Temple, a group of strong men offered their treasures to celebrate the saint's birthday.
Zuntian Temple, the saint has not yet come out.
The first disciple of the sage, all the people that Huabing received.
"Baitian God Lord, please here, the ancestors have been talking about you for a long time. After this birthday banquet, you must spend more time in the territory of Zuntian!" Huabing received.
"Tianren Daojun? Your ancestors often mentioned you. When I saw you today, you were really handsome, please!" Huabing smiled at an elegant and handsome man.
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Zuntiandian square, a lively scene.
The Zuntiandian Square is divided into two areas, the passenger area and the passenger area. The passenger area is the main territory, the strong family, or the ancestors. It can be the closest to the saint.
Others who came to congratulate, sat down in the drop-off area. Although you can see the Zuntian Temple, there is still some distance.
When everyone is entertaining and getting to know each other.
"Look, it's Old Mo Yan!" Someone suddenly yelled.
To respect the realm of heaven, you don't need to know any cultivator except for the saints, but you must know the great achievements of Yan Laomo.
Robbing the corpse coffin of the sky? What a notoriety
Some time ago, it was only a robbing of the heavenly corpse coffin. Now it has been down for several months. Everyone knows that this Yan Chuan has swallowed an ancestor. The strength is monstrous, and the devilishness is arrogant. The cultivators who went to the'Devil's Guardian Dao' were all killed and lost their helmets and armor.
At this moment, Long Nian flew over, and many cultivators showed jealous colors, but of course more were curious.
Not everyone is the same. The news of the Heavenly Palace came and it was quickly analyzed. Yan Chuan had engaged with the Zuo family. The Zuo family is a huge monster. How can Yan Chuan really do
Long Nian landed on the corner of the square.
A total of sixteen people came to the boarding area where Zuo's family was sitting. Among them were Zuo Qing. Zuo Qing's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
The children of the Hua family who were in charge of the reception also flashed one by one.
Hua Tianjun's face was ugly.
But with a hint of curiosity, Huabing came forward.
"This must be Emperor Yan, and the desolation is in Dazhen, and he has been taken care of by Emperor Yan!" Huabing said politely.
Yan Chuan looked at the ice.
"Holy King, this is the great ancestor Huabing, besides the ancestor, the first person in the Hua family!" Hua Xiaoliang explained.
Yan Chuan shook his head and said, "To turn the desolation into Dazhen, I rely on my own ability. I didn't take care of him at all. He deserves what he gets!"
"Oh?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Huabing's eyes.
"Di Yan, let Long Nian temporarily put it here, the ancestors have already arranged a seat, please!" Huabing smiled.
"Um!"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Under the dragon nun. Yan Chuan followed the ice and walked ahead. Gui Guzi, Yin Hentian, and Hua Desolation walked behind.
A group of people walked across the square, and above the square, the original noise suddenly became quiet. Separate a road and let Yan Chuan walk through. Countless practitioners looked at Yan Chuan's expression suddenly became complicated.
Because the seats of Yan Chuan and his party are actually in the passenger area? Is it just because he is an ancestor
Many cultivators showed dissatisfaction, but at this moment, the saint had a birthday, and no one dared to be presumptuous.
Yan Chuan and his party set foot on the passenger area.
The strong people in the passenger area also cast curious eyes.
The pick-up area is divided into 18 districts.
In the Zuojia community, the expressions of sixteen people flashed, some sneered, some were ironic, some were solemn, and some were worried. A hint of resentment flashed in Zuo Qing's eyes.
In the Tianren Daojun community, Fusu's eyes flashed. At this moment, holding a folding fan, gently squeezing with his right hand, as if to cover up the excitement in his heart.
Yan Chuan stepped into the passenger area and looked around the eighteen neighborhoods. He didn't show much expression when he saw Fusu's location. He flashed past, as if he didn't care about Fusu at all.
Slowly, he was introduced into his own small area.
Putting on his black robe, Yan Chuan took a seat, with good wine and delicacies on the table. There are everything, and there is a servant next to him who is responsible for serving.
Gui Guzi sat aside and said, "Holy King, the territorial master of the Eastern Outer Continent of the Underworld, a quarter came, and the Zuo family from Inner South Continent. The Zuo family seems to be the biggest force in this trip! It's not good! !"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Yin Hentian looked in the direction of Zuo's house, and a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Holy King, I'm going to see the ancestors!" Hua Liao said respectfully.
"Go, Huazun Tianda birthday, you are also his descendants, don't care about us today! Also, since you come to congratulate, this is as a gift!" Yan Chuan handed out a scroll.
"Yes!" Hua Desolation answered.
"Dazhen Holy Court, Yan Chuan, send a volume of Yan Chuan's handwriting to congratulate the saint!" Hua Desolation held the scroll and walked to the gift area.
Own handwriting
Countless cultivators all around looked at Yan Chuan with contempt. Is this gift too stingy
Not far away, the Lord of Baitian Territory and Fusu who were not far away smiled and said: "Haha, brother Fusu, you and I have been together for many years, and I have seen many stingy people, but today I have gained more knowledge, my own handwriting. Haha, he thought it was the same as your saint's suicide note?"
Fu Su adjusted the folding fan in his hand and shook his head slightly: "Brother Chen, you underestimated the handwriting. The suicide note I sent to the first saint is nothing compared to it!"
"Oh?" Chen Baitian was slightly startled.
"If you can ask the saint to come to this handwriting, I can assure you that it won't be long before, only with this handwriting, the world ancestors immortal artifacts, most of them are willing to change this handwriting with you!" Fusu smiled.
"What? Just one word!" Chen Baitian looked unbelievable.
Fusu smiled slightly and stopped explaining.
Gradually, the Zuntiandian square was full, and many more were uninvited, watching from afar outside the Zuntiandian square.
"Boom!"
The gate of Zuntian Temple opened slowly.
For a moment, the noisy Zuntiandian square suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked around.
The door gradually opened, and a white light shot out from the hall, shooting at everyone. For a while, everyone who was enveloped by the white light suddenly felt comfortable, as if the cultivation base that had not been broken for many years was about to move.
In the white light, a white figure came out, and a white-clothed man walked out slowly. A group of disciples and descendants followed the man.
The man's face was blurred, making it hard to see clearly. But there is a convincing breath that makes everyone admire.
"Meet the saint!" In all directions, countless cultivators got up and worshipped respectfully.
Only a handful of people did not get up.
The man with a dim face shrouded in the holy light is a saint, Hua Zun Tian.
"Everyone, please sit down!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
The sound is not loud, but it can instantly reach everyone's ears.
"Thank you saint!" Everyone sat down.
"This time, my one-and-a-half-million-year birthday banquet, I would like to thank you all for not giving up, I am grateful!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
"The saint is polite!"
"I'm honored!"
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There are countless polite voices all around.
Hua Zuntian nodded and said: "The ancient gods are running for the heavens and the earth, the heaven is above, and the people are killed by the common people. Unfortunately, after all, the ancient catastrophe will be ushered in. !"
Hua Zuntian spoke, and the emotions of everyone around him were aroused.
"Before ancient times, under the guidance of the heavens, the heroes of the world struggled for immortality, for transcendence, for everyone to be like a dragon. Unfortunately, no one can stop the great calamity, even the heavens are also perished in the great disaster. The common people are suffering. When I only pray for the catastrophe, the common people will survive!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.
Countless cultivators around frowned.
Obviously, what Huazuntian said now is a little bit different from the joy of longevity.
It seems to see everyone's doubts. Hua Zun Tian took a deep breath and said, "A million years have passed, and a long time has passed. Perhaps the catastrophe will be severe. Once it arrives, our world may not be spared!"
"What?" The countless cultivators all around showed a dazed expression.
"Everyone knows that I respect the heavens and don’t pay much attention to the scene. I have never put such a feast on my birthday in the past, but this time I have invited the heroes of the underworld east and outer continents. Of course, most of them have not been able to come, but can come. Everyone, I am satisfied too!" said Hua Zuntian.
The countless cultivators all around were at a loss. Isn't it because of birthdays
"Not long ago, I had contact with three other saints. I would like to use my knowledge of the four saints to strengthen the world. Starting from me, I will preach separately. I hope you can make a worthwhile trip this time!" Hua Zuntian solemnly road.
sermon
"Huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Zuntiandian square suddenly seemed to explode.
Sage preaching? Sage preaching? Nowadays
Countless cultivators showed excitement, glad that they could come and come to celebrate their birthday. You know, the saint is now the top existence in the world, and the saint's preaching must be like a rock. That is the experience of the saint's practice!
"Sage!"
"Sage's great grace!"
Excited cheers came from the Quartet.