Muyan's fingers gently turned the Void Spirit Ring invisible to others, the longing and longing in her heart flooded like a tide.
Xiaobao, Di Mingjue, our family will be reunited soon, won't we
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Time passed, and soon it was the day of the Tianmei Banquet.
At this time, on Qianyuan, countless spiritual practitioners have already gathered.
When the sky was in trouble, the Qianyuan was devastated by the raging ghosts.
But after more than a year, the grass has long been green, colorful and completely new.
The demons did not prepare any resting palaces above the abyss.
And it turns out that it doesn't need to.
Those who can be invited to the Tianmei Banquet this time, even the third-rate families will always have a few mustard seed magic weapons, which can be transformed into temporary houses, courtyards, and palaces.
And even if it is really as poor as the Siqing tribe, it is attached to the first and second-rate sects of the Yin Yang Sect, and there will be a place to stay.
According to the invitation letter of the Tianmei Banquet, when noon arrives, the Abyss Barrier will be opened automatically.
At that time, these talents will be able to enter the abyss.
"The demons are too arrogant, what is our identity, let us just wait here dryly!"
Han Weijiang spun irritably in the palace transformed by the mustard seeds.
In order not to miss the Tianmei Banquet, the Han family and their party set off early.
But after arriving here, he was not allowed to enter the abyss at all, so he could only wait in this ghostly place.
"What do the demons think their princess is? Is it sweet? Everyone is rushing to get it? Pooh, she's just a free-for-all, good-for-nothing waste. What's your status, brother? If you marry her, she will marry her." Time to snicker!"
Han Jiaming, who had been meditating beside him, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Wei Jiang, be careful, don't forget that this is already the domain of the demons, and the demons are famous for protecting their weaknesses. If you don't want our Han family to If more people can't get out of the abyss alive, they can talk nonsense at the Tianmei Banquet."
Han Weijiang's complexion changed, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "I'll go outside! Qin Jiu, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you keep up with me!"
Han Jiaming watched the back of his younger brother walking out of the palace gate, the dark light in his eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.
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Han Weijiang came out of the palace holding back his anger.
The area above the abyss is actually huge.
But there are too many sects and families who can't hold back this time to participate in the Tianmei Banquet.
Although each family has divided the area and distance, they will not interfere with each other.
But Han Weijiang looked around and could still see many disciples of sects and families walking back and forth in front of his mustard seed building.
Han Weijiang really wanted to find someone to vent his anger on, but now the Han family has fallen.
And those who can come to the Tianmei Banquet are characters he can't afford.
Han Weijiang spat hard, kicked the stone under his feet, and was about to walk back resentfully.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two lonely people.
One is a tattered, dusty swordsman who looks like he is no more than a golden immortal.
As for the other, sitting directly in a wheelchair, at first glance, he is only in his twenties, and his cultivation level seems to have not even reached the level of a golden immortal.
Ha, he is worried that there is no sandbag to vent his anger!
Isn't this just delivered to your door
Han Wei Jiang waved to the subordinates who followed behind him, and walked towards the two people beside Qianyuan swaggeringly.