After grooming, changing into clean clothes, burning the clothes from last night, and checking that there were no omissions, Mo Tianliao followed Master out of the house full of energy.
The conference was set up on the largest square of the Floating Cloud Sect, with a high platform in all directions, each of the three major sects occupying one side, and the other side was reserved for those small sects, and in the middle was a wide martial arts field, which was scattered into several pieces in the shape of flowing clouds and moons.
The four square high platforms are made of white jade, with seats and low tables on which fresh fruits and wines are placed.
The people of Qingyunzong are still uniform in blue, and they arrived early, and they all sat upright; Liuyunzong, as the host, naturally arrived neatly, and all the elders and peak masters were listed, except for the suzerain and the elders who guarded Yushan. Come.
Xuanji slowly leaped onto the high platform, sat in his seat, and lowered his head without saying a word. Hua Qing was dressed very beautifully today, and the colorful clothes were shining in the sun, making people dizzy; Yu Li was holding a small water tank, squatting beside Xuanji, soaking both hands in it.
Zi Mo and Bai Luo brought gifts from the sect and went to visit the various factions. Someone from Qingyunzong came to visit and gave the gift to Huaqing. When he saw Yuli soaking in the water, he was curious: "What is Yu Daoyou doing?"
"Cultivation," Yu Li looked at him innocently, "As a... pure water cultivator, it would be uncomfortable to leave the water for a while."
Everyone was amazed. It is no wonder that Wo Yunzong was able to rank among the three major sects even though his population was thin. It was because of this attitude of cultivating anytime, anywhere that everyone was very strong.
Xuanji gave each person a coil of hemp rope and waved his hands to coax them away.
"Why haven't I seen the real person of Qingtong?" The people of Liu Yunzong probed their brains and heard that something happened last night, and the elders told them to pay attention to people from various sects.
Just as he was talking, a bright white streamer flashed across the sky, and the snow-colored merman robes swayed in the wind, and the hem of the robes, which was about 10 feet long, shone brightly.
Because it was a grand ceremony, Qingtong deliberately put on gorgeous clothes. Although they were still plain clothes, light blue cloud patterns were embroidered on the edges, which was complicated and gorgeous. Part of the long black hair was tied up, and a jade crown was buckled, which was fixed with a light-colored glass hairpin.
The peaches are young, and their flowers are shining, and their sons are returning home, and they are suitable for IKEA; the bright and shining lotus flowers can only be seen from a distance, not to be played with.
The usual beauty makes people feel comfortable and can't help but look at it again; Qingtong, no matter when, makes people dare not look directly, as if to see more, it is a blasphemy to him.
Mo Tianliao was very satisfied with the awe of everyone, this treasure belongs to him, no one is allowed to look at it!
Lightly tossing their sleeves, Qingtong took a leisurely seat, and the people who were still talking on the Wo Yunzong high platform suddenly quieted down and bowed their heads in salute. Mo Tianliao dragged a stool to sit next to Master, and the big tiger consciously lay on his feet as a foot pad.
Qingtong ignored the crowd and took a sip of the tea handed over by Mo Tianliao. Yu Li took the water tank and hid to the side, and Hua Qing also stood as far away from the uncle as possible.
The crowd dispersed wisely, and Zi Mo and Bai Luo, who went to give gifts, also returned.
Not long after, the cloud in the center rose from the platform, and the bells and drums sounded in unison. A powerful momentum came from the sky and covered the earth, and the real master Mang Mang, the mainstream of the Floating Cloud Sect, appeared in the center of the platform in an instant, and said with a loud laugh: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time!"
Although the real person Liu Mang smiled again, but his face was not very good. Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows and lost half of the treasure of the town, no matter how he pretended to be, he couldn't hide the discomfort in his heart.
Wenyuguo germinates once every 30 years, blooms once every 30 years, bears fruit once every 30 years, and takes another 30 years to mature. After all, it takes 120 years to get a tree full of fruit. This made the people of Floating Cloud Sect not feel distressed.
The ten peak masters of Floating Cloud Sect sat in a row.
Elder Ding, as a well-qualified master of craftsmanship, sat next to the suzerain. The eldest son, Ding Zijin, stood behind him and looked up at Ding Ziyu, who was sitting on the top of the last peak.
Ding Ziyu looks very delicate, with eyebrows and eyes like his dead cauldron mother, with a bit of flirtatiousness. Today's face is pale, and there is absolutely no high-spirited spirit that he had just become the peak master a few days ago.
Ding Zijin sneered in his heart, the formation he made was only half-hearted, because he claimed that it was the grand formation for the protection of the treasures of the sultan, so the sect master assured him that he would make it. Isn't this something wrong? It must have been cleaned up by the sect master this morning, and his face was so bad.
"Thank you for not giving up. Today, we gathered at Liuyun Sect and held three general meetings. As we all know, since the battle between the immortals and the demons, my three major sects..." Liu Mang talked freely on the stage, from the battle of the immortals to today. .
In the immortal and demon war, many sects were destroyed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth changed greatly. In order to survive in the harsh environment at that time, the surviving sects formed the sect alliance, which is the predecessor of the three sects conference. Every once in a while, the various sects will gather together to communicate and learn from each other, and they will also discuss major events together.
Hearing the impassioned remarks, the blood of many juniors was boiling, Qingtong raised his hand, pressed the back of his hand as white as jade against his thin lips, and yawned.
"Sleepy?" Mo Tianliao pulled the hand over and played with it.
"Yeah." Qingtong turned to look at him. He hadn't slept much last night. He was sleepy after listening to Liu Mang's long-winded chatter. His cold and beautiful eyes were misted with water from yawning. When he looked at Mo Tianliao , unconsciously brought a bit of grievance.
Seeing that look in his heart, Mo Tianliao clenched his fists out of the blue veins, and then he resisted not taking the person into his arms and rubbing it.
"The main purpose of this conference is still to communicate and learn from each other. Of course, there is another important matter," Master Liu Mang paused deliberately, stroked his beard, and said quite proudly, "Three hundred years ago, Venerable Jiao Tian fell, Leaving a magic palace no one can enter..."
Mo Tianliao, who was concentrating on coaxing his cat, was stunned for a moment, and immediately pricked up his ears. How did you mention his magic palace
But it turned out that although the magic palace array was cracked from the inside, and countless monks were put in to besiege and kill Zongtian, but after Zongtian left the magic palace, the magic palace formation opened again by itself. Although it has been damaged, its power cannot be underestimated, and there are formations everywhere in the entire magic palace. With the level of obsession with the Dao, almost every step is prohibited, and there is even a transfer formation on the toilet of the thatched hut. It is conceivable that most of those who rush to explore the secrets will not be able to retreat.
In the battle of the Valley of Ten Kills, the cultivation world suffered heavy casualties. In order to prevent the loss of elites from various sects, the Demon Sect and the Zhengdao Sect joined together and set up a ban to protect the Forge Heaven Demon Palace. Only those who hold the token can enter.
"Speaking of which, this is what you suggested." Xuanji turned to look at Qingtong, who was sleepy.
Mo Tianliao looked at Master with a burning gaze.
Qingtong glared at Xuanji, snorted and said nothing.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and held back a smile. He didn't expect that he would have a cat that guarded the house. However, this was not the style of the people from the Mo Dao: "How did the people from the Mo Dao agree?"
"I heard that the first Venerable Demon Dao came forward to divide the power of Venerable Jiaotian evenly, leaving the Demon Palace alone and saying that the deceased is gone, it is not too much." Zi Mo, who was talking a lot, interjected enthusiastically.
Ming Yan? Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, to tell the truth, he and Ming Yan had nothing to do with each other for so many years, because this person was too powerful, so powerful that he didn't need any spiritual treasures refined by the sky, and he always lived in a secluded place.
The first Venerable of the Devil's Path is often also responsible for reconciling the shields of all parties and maintaining the balance between the positive and the devil. Venerable Ming Yu rarely takes action. The Devil's Path has always been in a very loose state. Mo Tianliao never thought that this man Will do justice to him after his death.
Qingtong lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mo Tianliao held his hand and whispered in his ear: "So, all our things are still there?"
"That's hard to say." Qingtong glanced at him. Although a large number of people are not allowed to approach on the bright side, each sect has tokens, and people who know the formation method are often sent to study it. It is not guaranteed that someone can break through the formation and get things. .
On the stage, Master Liu Mang was still making impassioned speeches. Over the years, various sects have often sent Masters of Formation Dao to study, but to no avail, but this year, they finally made breakthroughs. Saying this, he waved to Ding Ziyu, who was sitting at the end: "This is the new peak leader I sent, and he also cracked the big formation."
When Ding Ziyu saw the call of the sect master, he immediately walked over with his feet up, stood beside Real Man Liu Mang, raised his hands and clasped his fists in salute.
Mo Tianliao's pupils shrank suddenly, and on Ding Ziyu's raised wrist, he wore a blue wristlet inlaid with gems, which shone brightly in the sun. It was his pair of storage bracelets with Qingtong!