Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji shook his head violently, putting the matter behind him, closing his eyes, and letting his clone and the true immortal consciousness share the same vision.
boom!
There is a huge palace in Wushi Villa.
Above the pure white hall, a long staircase appeared out of thin air.
The steps are like a rainbow, colorful and emitting dreamlike light.
Thick fog rolled on both sides, like ocean waves, surrounding this dazzling long staircase.
The long stairs are winding and winding, as if they are going to soar into the sky.
Even high-level monks could only vaguely see the top of the throne, which seemed to be hidden in the strong wind.
The throne, which represents the owner of Wushi Villa, is majestic and majestic, like a hill, but it feels like a desert, as if a rocky mountain was randomly selected and something was cut on it to serve as a rough seat. Then placed it at the end of the ladder.
At this time, in the mist, there were many immortal cultivators from Wushi Villa gathered together in twos and threes.
Some people are wearing brocade clothes, some are wearing beads and surrounded by greenery. Some people are dressed in rags, with disheveled hair, some have fluttering clothes, and they look like immortals; some are made of human skin, with strong evil spirits and evil thoughts on their bodies. Some are ordinary, just like ordinary people.
But from the cultivation level, it can be seen that those present are all the elders, deacons and disciples of Wushi Villa.
High in the sky, fairy birds and beasts gathered together, soared into the air, and performed various happy movements.
Many low-level monks who did not have the ability to fly in the air also walked out of the strange-shaped buildings and gathered in an open space near the white palace. They looked at the sky and talked about it. Some even offered a talisman. Paper, five-color flames are flying in the sky, like gorgeous fireworks. Some people also used a magic trick to make hundreds of flowers bloom and the fragrance overflow...
Some monks with higher cultivation levels seemed to have long been accustomed to the strangeness. Not only did they not care, but they also asked questions from time to time, and then began to perform spells to prepare for the next ceremony.
Laughter, noisy sounds, noisy sounds, running sounds, jumping sounds...
The scene was full of people and lively.
"The Immortal Emperor of War is here!" At this moment, someone suddenly noticed the person coming and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"The Immortal Emperor of War is here." Someone exclaimed.
This news spread quickly to everyone, and all eyes fell on the man in black with a knife on his back. The foreign master who had heard of Wushi Villa for a long time looked very young. He was tall and had a calm temperament. If it weren't for the sword behind his back and the evil spirit lingering around his body, he wouldn't have exuded such powerful killing intent. He looked like an ordinary cultivator.
For a moment, the disciples of Wushi Villa around him all looked at him with a hint of awe.
Even if there are countless Immortal Lords, countless Immortal Kings, and countless Immortal Emperors in Wushi Villa, they are all unique existences, and they are all unattainable!
The Immortal Emperor, even in the upper realm, is a high-ranking being who is superior to many Immortal Lords, Immortal Kings, Golden Immortals, and Immortals. He has supreme power and can look down on the people of the world and rule the world!
Therefore, after seeing Zhan Wuji's arrival, the immortal cultivators who were originally noisy like a vegetable market fell silent for an instant.
Da da da……
For a moment, only the footsteps of the leading elder and "Zhan Wuji" echoed in the void.
Seeing this, Mo Lilan was unmoved.
Friend Zhan Xian, you disguised yourself very well. You appeared majesticly as the master of Wushi Villa. No one would have thought that you were a true immortal.
At this time, she had been sent to the bottom of the colorful steps.
The old man at the head stopped, turned around, and said politely to Li Qiye: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Mo Lilan nodded lightly, then took steps and walked up the steps.
On the stairs, colorful lights intertwined together, like a rainbow, extremely gorgeous.
When she stepped onto the first step, a colorful flame suddenly burst out, illuminating the sky with bright light, making the sky brilliant.
Not long after, Mo Lilan was sitting on an auspicious cloud, with a table made of spiritual materials in front of her. The table was filled with spiritual fruits and fine wine, and there was a puppet servant beside her, saluting respectfully.
And next to the seven-colored auspicious clouds, there is a throne as tall as a mountain.
There was nothing on the throne, except for a powerful aura that filled the air and rose into the sky.
Mo Lilan remained motionless, looking down the steps indifferently.
Many immortal cultivators still gathered together, densely packed, like a tide.
Fireworks burst into green light from time to time, grasses and flowers bloomed, and the sun shone brightly, filling the atmosphere with grandeur.
Not long after, a huge bell appeared out of thin air, emitting a crisp ringing sound.
The rich and ancient music, like ripples, spread in all directions in circles. At this time, Wushi Villa, which was originally extremely silent, finally became lively again.
Accompanied by ancient music, a group of high-level monks wearing simple clothes and high crowns walked out of the mist.
Wearing rare clothes, with dignified belts and solemn expressions, they stood in two rows on the colorful steps, facing each other from a distance.
A leading monk stepped out from the crowd, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Although this Lower Realm Garden is just a dream, it is an illusory place after all. There must be an owner, right?"
"Manage Wushi Villa so that all immortals can stay here."
"Today, the owner of Biejuan has changed, and we are going to the church to get married!
His voice was not loud, but it was like a stormy wave, resounding throughout the whole place, and like a thunder, it penetrated into everyone's ears.
Everyone shouted in unison: "Meet the new master!"
A loud voice sounded, and the bell echoed in the air.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
The voice was low, like the undulating waves of the sea, plain and ordinary, but full of majesty, majesty and solemnity.
Thousands of monks in Wushi Villa were all bowing respectfully at this moment, standing there with gentle and majestic eyes.
At this moment, three figures suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
The long staircase exudes dazzling light, like a rainbow bridge suspended in mid-air, dazzling and dazzling.
It gives people a dreamlike feeling. However, all the colors, at this moment, stayed away from the three figures who suddenly appeared.
They seemed to be blocked by a natural chasm, unable to communicate.
The man in the middle was covered in shadows, except for a pair of eyes, which were as sharp as knives and exuded an inexplicable power that made people intimidated.
