But in his consciousness, there was a huge force coming towards the carriage from all directions.
Zhan Wuji had a strange look on his face. Could he be from the Xiantian Sect? Could he be from the Xiantian Sect?
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately stopped the bloody sedan and waited quietly in the void.
Not long after, a vast and vast force came from a distance.
The air began to fluctuate slightly, as if a stone had been dropped into the lake.
Huge corpse rocs flew out from the corpse rocs, dragging antique chariots.
On that carriage, there were countless figures in white robes and golden rings. They came from the same sect and their powerful aura was frightening.
One after another, eyes were fixed on the bloody sedan.
The wide wings fluttered in the sky, and the strong wind blew up, blowing the clouds into pieces and blowing all the mountains and forests to and fro.
One by one, the rocs roared in the sky, huge carriages flew in the sky, and white gowns flew in the sky.
Finally, the corpse roc suddenly split open, revealing three huge rocs. Each one was as tall as a hill. With its wings spread out, it looked like a mountain peak floating in the sky. There was a golden glow in its eyes. Shining, the feathers stood up, like a crown emitting metallic light, exuding an ancient and majestic power, like a majestic smoke, surging in.
These three Dapeng are different from ordinary Dapeng. Their bodies are surrounded by a light green vortex, full of the breath of life.
But in his perception, the huge body had been completely destroyed, leaving only a corpse.
The Peng bird carries a silk thread wrapped with golden bells on its back and pulls a chariot as gorgeous as a palace.
The palace is very large, surrounded by beautiful women, hung with silks and bells, giving a panoramic view of the graceful figures and beautiful scenery inside.
From the windows carved with various beauties, you can see that behind the huge doors, there is a bed embroidered with gold and jade, and a tall figure leaning on it, cold and cold. His eyes penetrated the layers of barriers, looking at Zhan Wuji from a distance, with a sense of superiority.
The rocs flapped their wings, crossing a long distance in the blink of an eye, arriving near the carriage, and then stopped neatly, like huge carriages, filling the sky.
Zhan Wuji took one look and understood that this was the Natural Cult coming to meet the challenge!
However, there are too many people this time. Looking at this posture, I am afraid it will be no less than the last battle between good and evil.
However, since they were the ones who made the first move, it was better than them hiding and waiting to be challenged by him.
However, now that the war has begun, people from the eight major sects may not have time to watch this battle...
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji walked out of the bloody chariot, put the flying chariot away, stood in mid-air, looked at the people of the Xiantian Sect in front of him, and said: "I am the current saint son of Chonghai Sect, Zhan Wuji. Come to seek advice from the current leader of the Xiantian Sect in order to prove your cultivation."
"Master Ji, I would like to hear the details!"
Many Xiantian Cultivators' faces turned cold when they heard this, with blazing flames burning in their eyes, but they did not speak and just looked at the chariot in the center.
The golden bell of the chariot was rung, and a faint voice echoed in the sound: "Chongming Sect, the eyes have no respect for the elders, the eyes have no respect for the elders."
"To allow a humble slave to be our son of God is already an insult to our holy land."
"The Holy Cult, mindful of the feelings of fellow disciples, has made concessions and compromises many times."
"However, the Chongming Sect is aggressive and indulges these ants, openly challenging the sect favored by God's will, challenging the noble bloodline favored by God's will, acting wantonly and disrespecting the elders."
"Our Holy Cult can no longer bear it any longer. Today, we will fight against the Chongming Sect!"
"Brothers and sisters, we are the most noble race, we are the most noble race in the human race."
"Traitors like the Chongming Sect who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors should be eradicated by God's orders!"
"Execute!" He spat out one word.
Following his words, one by one the Hedao monks walked out of the chariot, stood in their positions, and formed seals with their hands.
The [Yuanshi Qi Gathering Furnace] flew out from the chariot and faced the storm. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from an ordinary three-legged tripod into a huge cauldron, suppressing the space.
Zhan Wuji's head was filled with questions. Before he could react, chariots appeared immediately. Runes flashed one after another. The formations engraved on them began to rotate crazily, exuding a rich and extremely decayed atmosphere. With endless wails and thousands of poisons, they surged towards him like a tide.
At the same time, bright rays of light shot out from the carriage, and spells, magical powers, curses, talismans, and weapons swept towards Zhan Wuji.
Bang bang bang...
boom!
Liuli Dynasty.
Fengjing.
Imperial City, Imperial Library.
Xu Kui sat at the table, holding a brush covered in cinnabar in his hand. The brush had become a little stiff. His expression was solemn, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
At this moment, news came from Cicada Tower that Chixia and others had died in their mansion!
Even the younger generation living with them were killed by them.
This matter is extremely weird!
Chanlou is still trying its best to pursue clues, but it has not yet found out who did it...
While he was deep in thought, there were light footsteps and the sound of bells outside the door.
Not long after, a figure wearing a phoenix crown and Zhai clothes stepped out of the hall. He stood side by side with the empress who was standing beside her. He nodded to her and bowed, "Your Majesty."
"Zitong, don't be polite. Why are you here?"
The Empress nodded: "Just now, Wenren Supreme Elder sent me a message saying that in three days, Zhan Wuji of Chonghai Sect will challenge the leader of my Xiantian Sect to a duel."
"This is coming from Zhan Wuji himself. He doesn't care about other people's eyes."
After hearing these words, Xu Rikui realized what he was saying. He put down his brush and nodded.
He had already heard that Zhan Wuji had gone to the sphere of influence of the "Xiantian Sect", so when he heard the name "Xiantian Sect", it was not surprising that Zhan Wuji wanted to find the leader of the "Xiantian Sect".
He thought for a while and said: "This time, I will go and take a look."
"I will go with you."
boom!
The sky is colorful.
A meandering stream, illuminated by the sun, is winding and deep, cold and beautiful. Beside the stream, a tall jade building stands erect.
In a private room of the inn, a billow of green smoke curled up, the curtains dropped, half covering the cloud couch.
A slim figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and majestic power all over his body, like the ups and downs of the sea, pulling the energy of heaven and earth from all directions, forming a huge whirlpool.
