Before he could speak, Elder Qin Ji had already walked out and threw out a storage bag.
The Great Elder checked it and confirmed that there was no problem, then signaled them to board the White Bone Bridge and enter the White Bone Bridge to rest.
The next moment, a bright sword light descended from the sky, carrying a fierce sword energy and slashing down hard.
The sword cultivators of Han An Sword Sect were without any pomp or ceremony. Everyone turned into streaks of light, speeding towards them in the void.
Led by the "Sword God" He Fuliqiong, Yan Sichun, Huan Yunzhen and other Supreme Elders were accompanying him. In addition, there were several young disciples of different ages. Their sword energy was more powerful and their clothes were simple. , stepping on a long sword, standing in the air.
Just like before, the gate of Chongming Sect was opened wide, and long bridges of blood and bones came out to welcome everyone.
This time, the great elder smiled slightly and stopped talking. Yan Sichun stretched out a finger, and a sword light appeared in his hand.
After paying the entrance fee and accommodation fee, the great elder immediately took the guests in to greet them.
Immediately afterwards, an ancestor of "Zhu Yi" wearing a white robe and a dazzling golden crown greeted a great elder who came to greet him, paid the admission fee, and was invited in.
Below her, Cen Fangwo was leading her, followed closely by Meng Hongxuan and Qi Zilang. Between the thick branches, there were several graceful figures standing, like a gust of wind blowing. Passing by, the flowers reflected on the lake were blurry, but gave people an extremely beautiful feeling.
Then, they came to Wushi Villa. Because the Patriarch "Suji" was undergoing a tribulation, the leaders were the Patriarch "Li Yi", the Patriarch "Yixi", and Wei Weizi. The Patriarch "Yixi" was still holding a mad dog in his arms. Amidst the noise of the crowd, the sound of barking dogs could be heard from time to time, and behind them, there was a group of geniuses from Wushi Villa.
At this time, Si Hong brought the three family heads and the Supreme Elders to greet him. Everyone said respectfully: "Meet the Immortal Emperor."
Being so polite, so understanding, and so understanding made the immortal emperors at Wushi Villa very satisfied, and they didn't even blame them for taking an extra Lingshi mine because of the Chongming Sect's mistake.
Behind them, Wenren Lingse, surrounded by many elders, came to Yanjiao City.
Jiuyi Mountain, that is, Tao Wendu, the head of Jiuyi Mountain, had just died, and Fu Xuanxu also disappeared, so this time there was only one great elder named Zheng Jianghui who led the team.
All major sects, no matter what they think in their hearts, must pay sufficient admission fees, or even excess accommodation fees, before they can be allowed to enter the Chongming Sect.
boom!
In the inheritance hall.
Thousands of soul lanterns are like an ocean. In the center of the soul lantern is a vague picture, each picture carrying endless power.
He was wearing a simple robe and looked frightened. He was clearly the ancestor of "Fu Qiong".
He rolled up his sleeves and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was meditating.
Suddenly, the woman named Yinnu walked in quickly, bowed and said: "To inform you, ancestor, all eight sects have arrived."
"Basically all the large and small sects under the Holy Sect have arrived."
"For the coronation ceremony, everything is ready."
"You say!"
"Fuqiong" the old Taoist opened his eyes, felt it, and said calmly: "Tomorrow is the day of the coronation ceremony."
"Tell her to prepare."
"According to the number of spiritual stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the rankings of the eight major sects will be adjusted to the corresponding positions."
"yes!"
boom!
Night fell, and darkness fell in the valley.
In the darkness, the towering stone statues fell silent. Their eyes were gloomy and they looked around indifferently.
Behind, the huge palace door rumbled open.
As Zhan Wuji spoke, he straightened his clothes and walked out with satisfaction.
The gauze was fluttering and the candlelight was pale. Haoni and Wu Liu held up a bright lantern in their hands and followed closely behind. When they reached the edge of the steps, they bowed and said, "Your Highness, walk slowly!"
Zhan Wuji nodded slightly, and with a flash of his body, he jumped into the air.
At night, the mountains look like a dream, with buildings dotted between the mountains. Occasionally lights flicker, like stars, which is beautiful.
Zhan Wuji walked in the air, with the strong wind howling, looking down at the endless mountains and rivers below, feeling the bustling crowds around him, and suddenly thought of the time when he boarded the "Xuangu Mausoleum Underworld Ship" and looked at this ancient city that had existed for several years. The huge monster that lasted ten thousand years was shocked in my heart.
At that time, his eyes were boundless, as if connected to the sky, and the peaks were like isolated islands, majestic and spectacular.
At that time, he was still a restless young Qi practitioner. He was walking on thin ice with fear and fear all the way before he came to Chongming Sect.
This kind of fearful life seems like yesterday when I think about it now.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, he has stepped from a qi-training monk to the pinnacle of Hedao, and is ready to attack the heavenly catastrophe. Senior Sister Li, who once made him fearful, is now his partner, obeying his words and obeying his words, no matter what.
He once dreamed of getting the [Bone Refining Pill], but never got it, but now, in his cultivation path, it has become insignificant.
Now, he has all the treasures, peerless skills, beauties, and capable men under his control.
There are not many things that can be found in this world.
Immortality!
Reaching the sky in one step...
There was nothing in this world that interested him.
Thinking like this, the depression in Zhan Wuji's heart was swept away, replaced by a strong fighting spirit.
Thinking of this, he suddenly woke up and stopped.
He has a skinny face and gray hair, but there seems to be a clear spring hidden in his eyes, which makes people's hearts sway. He is the guardian named "Yinnu".
"Greetings to Senior Brother Yinyin!" Zhan Wuji quickly saluted with a solemn expression.
Yinnu looked at him calmly and said, "Master Fuxi has something to say, please come with me."
"Okay." Zhan Wuji nodded.
With a wave of his hand, his whole body turned into a black shadow and shot towards the chore peak at the outer gate.
Seeing this, Zhan Wuji immediately took steps and followed closely behind.
Not long after, the two came to the inheritance hall.
Tens of thousands of soul lanterns were floating in the air, like a long flowing river, and one of them was like a scorching sun, particularly brilliant.
Above the soul lamp, a plainly dressed "Fuqiong" sat cross-legged. Sensing Zhan Wuji's arrival, he slowly closed his eyes.
"I've met Ancestor Fuxi!"
When he was saluting, Yinnu had already bowed silently, and then left silently.
"Fuqiong" Lu Yin looked at Zhan Wuji and nodded gently.
A red staircase appeared out of thin air in the inheritance hall. Starting in front of "Fu Qiong", it quickly passed through the soul lanterns and arrived in front of Zhan Wuji.
This bloody staircase seemed to be made entirely of blood, but it also seemed illusory and without substance.
