"If you don't succeed..."
"These people will all return to Qingyao Mountain."
"Good!" War King Long Bo nodded slowly, his voice sounding like thunder.
"Then thank you Your Majesty."
"What I have to do now is to integrate the power of the Golden Crow clan into my body, and I won't disturb you anymore."
Qingluan didn't speak.
King Long Bo left, and Zhan Wuji stood in the void, controlled by the system, silently watching the huge blue phoenix.
The rumble of footsteps gradually moved away, and not long after, the war king completely disappeared.
The whole world was silent, except for Zhan Wuji and the green phoenix, looking at each other from afar.
"Yao Qingying, are you willing to be my queen?" Qingluan looked at Zhan Wuji with sharp eyes and said calmly.
Zhan Wuji nodded quickly.
"Three days." She didn't say anything more after hearing "Yao Qingyue"'s answer.
"Wait three more days."
"Three days later at noon, there will be the Demon Emperor's enthronement ceremony."
"During this period, you can stay here in seclusion."
"This is an ancient ruins and the best place for you to practice."
Zhan Wuji nodded again, and then swaggered into the Golden Crow Ancient Coffin. With a flick of his hand, the lid of the ancient coffin closed automatically.
In the coffin, the flames of the sun left by the Golden Crow were extremely strong. The moment the coffin lid was closed, they immediately rushed towards Zhan Wuji.
In Zhan Wuji's mind, the system immediately controlled her body and started the "Eternal Fire Art".
Qingluan didn't care about this either.
He has been paying attention to this junior Yao Qingying for thousands of years.
Although his cultivation level is not high enough, there is absolutely nothing wrong with his character!
After handing over the Demon Clan Emperor's throne to this little guy, all he has to do now is to let this little guy become the overlord of the party before his life span is exhausted!
As soon as she thought of this, her voice immediately became clear: "In three days, please come to Yu Yuan!"
His voice, like a powerful bell, resounded throughout Qingyao Mountain.
boom!
Jiuyi Mountain is a towering mountain.
A hidden place.
The three-legged cauldron stands quietly at the bottom of the cliff.
This furnace is more than a hundred meters high, with clouds and thunder carved on the four walls. There are also various scenes of human farming, hunting, attacking, building, and weaving... carved on it.
But compared with the cliff in front of me, this big cauldron is like a drop of water.
At this time, a stick of incense has been lit on the alchemy stove. Under the burning of the spiritual fire, green smoke rises, and a faint bitter smell fills the air.
This incense stick is composed of thousands of materials and minerals. After it is lit, green smoke rises and lingers on the cliff.
The cliffs are tens of thousands of feet high, the surface is uneven and bare, and they are all made of extremely hard rock.
On every rock, there is a figure.
Some of these figures are magnificent, some are old, some look like children, some are ordinary, some are beautiful, some are riding cows and walking in the forest, some are playing flutes, some are holding spears, Some are holding flowers in their hands, and some are fishing by the stream. The only thing that is the same is that these figures all exude a peaceful and peaceful temperament, as if they are inextricably connected to this forest.
And on the top of the cliff, there is a vague figure.
He had his hair tied up in a somewhat messy bun, and his clothes were fluttering, as if he was going to follow the wind and completely disappear from the cliff.
Incense rises and smoke rises.
Like a flying bird, it quickly enveloped the entire cliff.
All the stone statues that rushed into the mist seemed to be aware of this and became more active.
Wearing a dark black gown, he stood in the void with his hands raised above his head, dancing in the void in an ancient and mysterious posture.
There was silence in the air, with only a faint fragrance lingering, as if dancing.
These dances are not enthusiastic, but they give people a solemn and solemn feeling, completely different from now, as if they have returned from ancient times.
The dark gown was flying in the air. He turned around, and as his body rotated, he could be seen. He had long eyebrows and a straight body. He looked like a young man. His hair is white, his pupils are dark, as if he has gone through countless years of vicissitudes, and his whole temperament is quiet and peaceful, blending with the wind, water, trees, flowers and plants, completely natural and full of vitality.
Seventy-seven and forty-nine days have passed since the beginning of this sacrifice.
Bowing once every three days, dancing once every seven days, and burning incense every nine days. This routine has become familiar to me.
However, wherever he looked, there was no other change except for some spiritual energy.
The black figure's face was calm, without any panic.
After the song was finished, he called Qing Shui, closed his eyes, meditated for a moment, then stood up and started dancing.
This time, after only taking a few steps, I immediately felt something. I stared at the top of my head.
Through the thick fog, you can vaguely see that the sculptures are motionless, but this cliff seems to be "alive".
A surging breath of life surged out!
The aura of heaven and earth here became more intense, and the ordinary plants began to sway, as if they had their own consciousness.
At this moment, a figure on the cliff suddenly moved.
Everything around him disappeared and everything became chaotic.
At the same time, an otherworldly momentum suddenly descended!
That belongs to the word "immortal"!
Even though this black figure had Mahayana cultivation, he suddenly felt a terrible pressure, coming overwhelmingly!
Even with his cultivation of sixty-four calamities, it was a little hard to look at and bear at this time. Without hesitation, he immediately stopped dancing, turned his gaze away from the cliff, and bowed: "Junior , Xiang Zai, pay homage to our ancestor Xian’an!”
On the cliff, the old figure said calmly: "Is it time to start the Fusheng chess game again?"
"Yes, ancestor!" "Xiang Zai" bowed and saluted.
The person in front of me is clearly the founder of the Jiuyi Mountain sect, "Xiao Zheng". The last time he played in the Fusheng chess game, he had already ascended to immortality!
The nine sects all have ways to contact the upper world, but the connection between mortals and immortals requires paying a huge price, and even exhausting all their luck. Therefore, the nine sects are all on the path of immortality. Before opening, connect with the higher realms.
Therefore, before "Xiang Zai" said anything, "Xiaozheng" had already guessed the other party's purpose.
"Xiaozheng" quickly replied: "Immortals are not allowed to touch mortals because there are strict rules here."
"Even my junior brothers and sisters must not be too biased."
"You have only one question to ask, and I will tell you as best I can."
"Xiang Zai" nodded and said quickly: "Back to my ancestors, this time the four major forces want to obtain a magical power."
