It is clear at a glance that the entire scroll is filled with pieces of high-quality spiritual stones, exuding rich spiritual energy without any impurities. They are piled together to form one mountain after another, thousands of layers and twists and turns. It is such a huge picture, and it seems that it cannot be fully contained.
On a huge mountain peak made of spiritual stones, stood a majestic figure wearing a cloth robe.
It is different from the previous pictures. Although the faces are covered so that people can't see clearly, in every picture, they are facing outside and watching the people coming.
However, this figure is just a back view.
His hands were behind his back, as if he would fly away in the next second.
He exuded a pure power of spiritual stones, which merged with the surrounding spiritual stones, like a huge treasure house.
"Fuqiong" stood at the other end of the road, looked up at the figure, and said solemnly: "This is the founder of my Holy Sect."
"Sect Master, Ancestor Chongming."
"At the end of ancient times, there was chaos in the outer lands, monsters, monsters, monsters, ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts. The human race was as small as ants, and the fate of the race was at stake."
"Create the world, kill all the tribes, cut off the sacred trees, suppress the Nine Netherworlds, seal the fallen immortals, become a Buddha immediately, become a Buddha immediately, become a Buddha immediately..."
"In this world, among the nine immortals, there is one named Ancestor Chongming!"
As he said this, "Fu Qiong" felt a chill in his heart. He immediately took out a wordless catalog and handed it to Zhan Wuji: "When you survive the catastrophe, you can leave a spiritual consciousness and a mantle in it."
"At that time, this picture will be placed in this inheritance hall like the ancestors of my Holy Sect, to protect the sect and pass it on."
"Forever!"
"Yes!" Zhan Wuji woke up instantly when he heard this and quickly bowed and saluted.
He first bowed respectfully, then leaned over and took the painting in his hands.
the next day.
At the beginning of the morning, the entire Chongming Sect was already full of flowers, auspicious birds were soaring in the sky, and auspicious birds were soaring on the ground.
A swimming fish and a dragon soar in the sky.
Long rainbows, carrying blood and corpses, shuttled through this area. Every disciple, deacon, and elder wore clothes that symbolized their status, and greeted every guest in high spirits.
I saw towering towers appearing out of thin air.
On the high platform of the cloud, there are rows of tables, large golden bowls filled with crystal clear spiritual fruits, and fragrant wine on the tables.
Countless undead waiters and zombie blood demons, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood at the table, waiting respectfully.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky.
A majestic sect appeared above the boundless clouds, and all the forces from the Chongming Sect were rushing here.
"As the saying goes, how can you know the majesty of the emperor without seeing the majesty of the emperor." A disciple of Danjie walked on the long bridge and walked towards the Yuntai of the inner gate. Looking at the endless sea of clouds and stars, he felt filled with emotion. Qian said to his companions: "We have served the sect for hundreds of years, and this is the first time we have seen such a grand occasion."
His friend also looked excited: "When the previous leader took over, we were too weak and our status was too low, so we had no chance to participate."
"I finally saw it today, it's really exciting..."
"It really lives up to its reputation!"
"We are truly lucky to be able to serve such a holy sect!"
The core-forming master nodded and said via voice transmission: "I wonder if you can let me see your style this time?"
His friend said with envy: "It would be great if I could meet him. He is a monk in the realm of returning to the virtual world, and he actually defeated eight sect leaders! What kind of state of mind is this! It's so big courage!"
"If I can meet the Holy Son this time, even if I pay a greater price, what does it mean?"
The pill-forming expert nodded: "Yes, but our status is not high after all, and it is far from the position of the leader."
"Hey, who is this?"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw mountain peaks rising from the sky, towering into the clouds, with misty clouds rolling in.
A group of monks wearing blue robes with an extraordinary temperament, as if they were otherworldly, walked out of the mountains and stepped onto one of the high platforms.
This platform is not big, and it is quite difficult to accommodate so many warriors. The tableware on the table is also very simple, looking like materials picked up from the mountains and chopped haphazardly.
The most important thing is that his location is extremely far away from the location of the leader. Even the leaders of those big cities can compare with him.
Their temperament was completely different from that of this avenue. After boarding the high platform, they quickly glanced around, without any reaction. They just sat in their seats and closed their eyes.
"Jiuyi Mountain?" Then, a look of astonishment appeared.
"Are these people all here to attend the ceremony?"
Seeing this scene, the pill-forming experts and other disciples were stunned, and then became excited again: "My Holy Sect is really prosperous!"
The next moment, a bright sword light, with a biting cold air, instantly filled the entire void.
The light dissipated, and on a platform beside Jiuyi Mountain, sword cultivators stood there one after another, with sharp eyes and full energy.
Like Jiuyishan, the disciples of the Han An Sword Sect did not object. They just nodded to Jiuyishan and sat down quietly.
Next, there is the man named "Yan Jiaocheng".
The icy blue road appeared in the air, and monsters galloped past, their armor clanking.
Compared with Jiuyi Mountain and Han An Sword Sect, the area where they are located is one step closer to the position of leader. Most of the people present were god-transforming monks.
Another golden bell rang, the chariot turned, and a strong man from Liuli walked in. As the bead curtain sways, the crown rises, looking dignified and elegant.
But this time, the seats in Liuli King City are more spacious than those of the righteous forces before, and the furniture they use is also more luxurious. The surrounding guests are all returning monks.
At the same time, thick flower stems fell from the sky, petals scattered all over the sky, and beautiful figures emerged, all with green hair and red faces, and beautiful appearances.
Su Zhentian was placed on a cloud platform. This cloud platform was at the junction of Liuli Dynasty and Yanxi City. After they appeared, they glanced around and frowned slightly, but not much. After saying hello to everyone, he sat cross-legged and waited quietly.
Everything happened between lightning and flint. The five sects entered the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, but the sensation they caused was like a stormy sea, spreading layer by layer.
