As the event progressed, the atmosphere gradually reached a climax. Everyone was a little drunk and said things they usually dare not say.
The pearls of saints from various forces became the focus of the banquet, and some young disciples gathered near them.
Every beauty is surrounded by some young men, with them as the center and surrounded by everyone.
Ye Fan, Yao Yuekong, Xiao Jiao Wang and others near Jiang Yun were still able to sit still.
The few little bandits were no longer reserved at all. They each picked their targets and stalked them.
"I want to contribute to our alliance and bring another force in!"
Jiang Huairen held a glass of wine and walked out sternly.
Not to be outdone, the burly Liu Kou got up and caught up: "Brother Bad Guy and I want to go together."
As for some talented people who are aspiring to greatness, they meet in the martial arts arena and take this opportunity to hone themselves.
The Saint of Yaochi came over in a graceful manner, holding a glass of wine. As the host, she naturally had to come forward to receive the heroes of the major forces.
"Brother Jiang, I heard that some time ago, a dynasty from Zhongzhou went to the Jiang family and wanted you to marry their pearl?"
Some people outside the palace suddenly became interested, wanting to get some information. If the Jiang family continues to be married like this, they will have to think about it.
"Nothing has happened."
Jiang Yun stood up, gently touched the wine glasses with Yaochi Saint, shook his head and said.
"That's such a pity. I thought I would have to drink Dong Zun's wedding wine again after a while?"
The eyes of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi flowed, and her peripheral vision swept across Jiang Yun's four Taoist companions.
He chuckled like the sound of nature, and his whole body was still shrouded in hazy fairy mist, transcending the world and looking as graceful as a fairy.
The news they received from Yaochi is still credible. There is indeed an old emperor who went to the Jiang family with the same pearl.
"Not just any saintly pearl is suitable to be a Taoist companion."
Although he, Jiang Yun, is a little more philanthropic, he is not greedy. Today, he is no longer weak as before.
Then the topic was dropped and no longer discussed. After all, it was also a very embarrassing thing for the rejected party, and no one present took it into consideration.
After receiving the reply, the Saint of Yaochi also changed the topic, raised a glass with several of Jiang Yun's fellow Taoists, poured a cup of spiritual tea for the little girl, and went to say hello to the others.
Among the steaming clouds and brilliant golden clouds, a tall, magnificent, majestic and sacred heavenly palace stands.
Around the jade stairs, mist is lingering, strange flowers are in bloom, and Yao grass is paving the ground.
Various spiritual birds in the form of golden crows and divine phoenixes dance in the sky, creating a spectacular and colorful scene.
As the banquet progressed, there was a sudden noise in the palace.
"Old Master Chilong, don't bully others too much."
An old man let out an angry roar, and the clouds, mists, and clouds in the sky were frightened by this coercion and dissipated.
"You have besieged and hunted my younger brother for hundreds of years. As the eldest brother, I must ask for an explanation from you Yaoguang."
A sound like a golden bell rang, constantly echoing inside and outside the Heavenly Palace.
"Chilong, fifteen hundred years have passed and you still have the same temper. Everything has passed and you still have to mention it again!"
The persuasive voice of another old leader from Zhongzhou sounded.
"The old grudge between Xu Chengkun and me was revealed in the past, but you should not involve my younger brother. Xu Chengkun dares to fight me today."
Chilong Old Taoist directly named him by name this time, his voice shook the sky, and he yelled loudly.
He is a peerless old demon who has been practicing for three thousand years. Many people still remember the name of Chilong Lao Tao.
Although he had been trapped on the holy cliff for fifteen hundred years and had only escaped in recent years, he was even more terrifying at this time.
Xu Chengkun of Yaoguang is now the elder brother of the Holy Lord Yaoguang. Three thousand years have passed and he is still alive and here.
A fight between two three-thousand-year-old living fossils. They only have a few years to live, and now they have to compete on the stage.
Many saints and saints in front of the hall are also excited. Can we see the battle among the top saints today?
This is the most anticipated project at the Yaochi Festival.
Only Yaoguang's disciples were uneasy. After all, what was at stake was the forces behind them.
"Why don't I dare?" An old voice responded.
In this case, Fluolight's old antique directly responded to the challenge. Even if he died in battle, he could not let others laugh.
Fifteen hundred years ago, he once shined brilliantly and defeated powerful enemies. Although he is now in his twilight years as a hero, he has not lost his blood yet.
"Yaochi holds a conference every five hundred years, and there is a big battle every time. Since we are not talking about speculation, let's meet on the stage of life and death!"
Many forces have been grudges for many years, and every meeting can ignite some tinderboxes.
In the Heavenly Palace, murderous intent permeated the air, and many qi forces clashed. This battle was unavoidable, and many people had cold glints in their eyes.
"Please ask the Queen Mother of the West to preside over this battle and open the ancient battle stage." A Holy Lord said.
The Yaochi Life and Death Battle Platform is located on the clouds and is said to never sink.
It is vast and immutable, strong enough to carry the Holy Lords' battles without having to worry about devastating disasters.
Queen Mother Xi sighed softly, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop this.
Now that Chilong Lao Dao is out of trouble, he must revisit the past. This time he can only solve the problem through fighting.
No matter which party it is, as long as the person who caused the problem is solved, the problem will naturally disappear.
"I hope you can control the situation and stop it." Queen Mother Xi said.
"Please also ask the Queen Mother of the West to open the battle stage!"
A strong man from the demon clan also shouted loudly and stepped forward, obviously ready for a battle.
"Open the Yaochi Life and Death Battle Stage!" Queen Mother Xi announced, her voice echoing through the palace and gradually spreading among the clouds.
At the same time, all the powerful Holy Lords came out of the Heavenly Palace, their fighting spirit surging like a tide.
There are many figures in the void. For this grand event that happens once every five hundred years, there are too many powerful saints coming, and each one looks like a god or a demon.
The younger generation is all shocked that there is a clear gap between the two, an insurmountable chasm.
The overwhelming murderous intent exuded by these figures seemed to be able to swallow billions of living beings.
Jiang Yun sensed these breaths and was thoughtful, Holy Master? It seems that he is not far away from who he is now.
"Rumble..." The overwhelming and heavy clouds hang low, thick and immersive, making people feel breathless.
The gray clouds almost fell to the ground, exuding an ancient atmosphere, accompanied by a strong murderous aura.
The Yaochi Life and Death Battle Stage is a huge martial arts arena made of cliff stones, and each stone carries a story.
Knife marks and palm prints were intertwined, and countless people left bloodstains on them.
Although there are no corpses scattered around, the aura of the strong man after his death still remains and can penetrate people's hearts.
No one knows how many peerless figures have stood here, experienced a series of heaven-shattering battles, and fought to the death.
Everyone who sees this stage will resonate with it, as if they have experienced countless battles in an instant and feel the aura of the great and powerful people who have passed away.
The elders looked at the life and death battle platform with a nostalgic look. What happened in the past seemed like it was yesterday, and they were still vivid in their minds.
Wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine together is not like a young man's journey.
Some people's hearts have lost the passion of the past, and there is a complex expression of fear and desire in their eyes when they look at the competition platform.
"brush!"
Chi Long Lao Dao was the first to fly to the life and death battle platform. He looked dry, but his eyes were light golden.
Standing on the platform, there is a sense of oppression, like a dormant and sleeping dragon.
"Old Yaoguang, I'll see you off in advance today."
Everyone's eyes focused on another old man. His face was old, his skin was sagging, his flesh and blood seemed to have dried up, and his sparse hair was almost invisible.
"It's better for you, an old loach, to take a step ahead. I can still hold on for a few more years with my old bones!"
His figure was like a ghost, silently appearing on the stage of life and death, his eyes flashing with a deep light, staring at Chilong Old Dao.
The heroes outside the palace also floated up into the clouds. Being able to watch the deadly fight between two living fossils at close range is naturally of great value.
At this time, there was no one to stop him. Jiang Yun also took several Taoists to choose the best angle.
Chilong Lao Dao has been trapped in the holy cliff for so many years, and it is not wasted. Now he is probably not far away from killing Dao.
"Bang!" The two of them fought together instantly.
Two antiques who have lived for more than three thousand years, the two sides are fighting. There is no momentum like a big fight, and each move reveals the simplicity of returning to nature.
Their moves were deadly, and countless Tao marks were condensed into one point. The power contained in them made everyone suffocate.
Jiang Yunshang was watching the fight between the two, and suddenly frowned, realizing that someone was actually transmitting messages to Xia Weier's spiritual thoughts.
The fluctuations were extremely obscure, and he turned his head to look behind him.
His spiritual consciousness had experienced the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation and practiced the Peace of Chaos Art. It had become extremely powerful, and he instantly understood where a member of the Yin Yang Sect was.
An invisible small sword appeared between his eyebrows, smashing that ray of spiritual thought into pieces.
"Is Weier okay?"
Jiang Yun asked about Xia Weier with concern. He thought he was from the Great Xia Dynasty just now and did not inquire immediately. He did not expect the Yin Yang Sect's gang.
Xia Weier looked not very good, but said with a smile.
"It's nothing, husband. Someone made some rude remarks. Before I heard anything, he disappeared in an instant."
Jiang Yun nodded. Xia Weier didn't hear it, but he could guess what it was.
The Holy Son of Yin Yang died in her hands. It must be those people from the Yin Yang Sect who were threatening him verbally. They did not dare to retaliate and resorted to such despicable means.
He looked back and recognized that it was a supreme elder from the Yin Yang Sect.
A strand of his spiritual thought was chopped into pieces. Although the old man looked ugly, he smiled sinisterly at Jiang Yun, showing no fear.
He was just a member of the younger generation. Even if he was guilty, he was not afraid at all. Even after their death, the Holy Son did not fall out, and the Jiang family could not stand up for them at the grand gathering.
A cold light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but he, Jiang Yun, is not a gentleman.
He jumped up and appeared in front of a group of people from Yin Yang Holy Land. He glanced at the scene and all the younger generation bowed their heads.
"Jiang family boy, what do you mean?"
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect, looking very calm amid the mist, said coldly like an old god.
He was watching the fight on the stage of life and death and noticed something.
"He dares to shamelessly bully the younger generation. Does he really think that my Jiang family is a soft persimmon?"
Jiang Yun stretched out his hand and pointed towards the Supreme Elder who had just transmitted the message.
Holy Lord Jiang Ren noticed the movement here, and together with several Jiang family experts, they came on the clouds with impressive momentum.
On weekdays, even if they are being unreasonable, the Jiang family will win by three points, not to mention that they seem to be reasonable.
Many people were attracted by this scene and talked a lot, feeling that there was something exciting to watch again.
"Bah!" Jiang Yun had the nerve to say that the Jiang family was weak, and many people were confused.
"It's just a few words, let alone bullying."
The Supreme Elder spoke without fear and looked directly at Jiang Yun.
"What you said was not clean, and you have dirty ears again."
Jiang Yun took out his ears and said with a sad look on his face.
"The Dongzun of the Jiang family, who is so majestic, is so arrogant and disrespectful to the seniors in the palace. Is this the upbringing of your Jiang family!"
The Supreme Elder was too lazy to talk to Jiang Yun and spoke directly to the Holy Lord Jiang Ren beside Jiang Yun.
Jiang Ren also picked his ears, but he didn't say anything, and yet he seemed to say everything, which made the Supreme Elder very angry.
"I wonder how little friend Jiang wants to solve it?"
His cloudy eyes exuded an inviolable majesty, and he stared at Jiang Yun with a solemn gaze and said.
"Let him and I fight on the stage to the death, and this matter will be revealed." Jiang Yun looked at the Supreme Elder with a captivating gaze.
Suddenly there was a deathly silence around, and everyone couldn't help but remain silent. Did they hear it wrong just now?
"You said you want to fight with me on the stage of life and death? Are you not the powerful Holy Lord of your family?"
The supreme elder of the Yin Yang Sect looked at Jiang Yun in astonishment, and then his face turned blue and white.
It had been many years, I don't know how many years, but he had never been so despised by someone. A junior actually pointed at his nose and wanted to challenge him.
Then, bursts of discussion erupted near the life and death platform. Even the battle between the two Holy Lords on the life and death platform was not as attractive as this.
Xia Weier flew over with an anxious look on her face: "Husband, Weier is fine. He didn't even finish what he said just now."
When the people of the Great Xia Dynasty saw this scene, they also knew the cause and effect. Several old emperors stared at the Yin Yang Sect's group.
This makes the people of the Yin Yang Sect a little confused. The Jiang family and others are not afraid of being tough. After all, there is one in Zhongzhou and one in Donghuang, but the same cannot be said for the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Okay, what a good Dong Zun, as long as you don't bring the imperial soldiers, I will promise you."
After hearing this, the Supreme Elder of the Yin Yang Sect laughed angrily, stood up, and agreed, but he did not lose his mind and made restrictions.
Even if Jiang Yun cannot be killed today, he must be taught a lesson in front of everyone in the world to destroy his Taoist heart.
"Little Holy Lord Jiang."
Everyone in the Jiang family is also a little worried, but the words have already been spoken. It is difficult for them to persuade others in front of outsiders. Their lives will not be in danger if they are here.
"Haha, I don't need the imperial soldiers to deal with you." Jiang Yun chuckled and said, and sent a message to everyone in the Jiang family. He was confident.
As several people argued, the battle on the life and death stage gradually came to an end.
"Senior brother."
"Elder."
Accompanied by mournful wails, the eyes of the old antique in Shaking Light Holy Land lost their luster, the skull burst, the brains flowed, and the body was separated and in tatters.
His blood dyed the sky red, his body turned into blood mud, and his bones shattered into snow-white fragments. He was beaten to death by Chi Long Lao Dao.
"Jiang family boy, if you have such ambitions, I will make room for you."
At this time, the Chilong Old Taoist had peerless demonic power, and his voice sounded like a big bell in Honglu.
"Thank you in advance, Uncle Chilong."
Jiang Yun responded with a smile and took out a jade cup. The divine spring fell from the sky and filled the jade cup. The fragrance floated out and the eyes of everyone present lit up.
The old Taoist Chilong was also a little excited when he saw it, his eyes were hot. The divine spring was a precious gift for beings like them who had a short life span.
He drank the divine spring in one gulp, and the blazing red glow surrounded him. The scars quickly stopped bleeding, the broken bones grew back, and his energy quickly recovered.
"It's not right to call me Uncle Chilong. Your Grandpa Daoyu and I are of the same generation. This time we have fallen too far out of thin air."
After Chilong Taoist recovered, he looked at Jiang Yun and reminded him.
This is not to turn against others, but to express the closeness to Jiang Yun, to recognize him, and to regard himself as Jiang Yun's elder.
Chi Long was the same generation as the Maurya King, and Jiang Yun was the same generation as the Maurya King's eldest disciple, so he always called the Maurya King his uncle, but he didn't expect that he would fall over today.
Jiang Yun nodded with a wry smile. Now that we are older and time has passed, it is too complicated to address each other.
"Come on, you disrespectful Jiang boy, today I will teach you how to respect your elders."
After Chilong Taoist gave up the life-and-death battle stage, the Supreme Elder of the Yin Yang Sect ducked onto the stage, fearing that Jiang Yun would regret it.
"Since you call me your elder, do you want me to help you deal with him, easily!"
Chilong Old Taoist looked at this arrogant Supreme Elder, with a cold smile on his lips, and said to Jiang Yun.
Otherwise, he would not feel at ease holding this divine spring.
Immediately, the leader of the Yin Yang Sect felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and stopped the old demon, fearing that he would really take action. Chi Long Lao Dao glanced at him and did not take him seriously.
"I don't need senior to take action, I am sure of it."
Jiang Yun declined Taoist Chilong's idea and appeared on the stage of life and death.
The battle platform of life and death is made of huge cliff stones. It is full of traces of time, ancient and mottled, and has witnessed the fall of many saint-level figures.
The blood of those peerless experts has long since dried up, and their bones no longer exist. However, there is a strong murderous intent, making it a truly ancient battlefield.
Outside the life and death platform, everyone's eyes are focused here. The battle between the top of the younger generation and the older generation has made many people full of expectations.
"This is Wang Peng, the Supreme Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect. He stepped into Immortal Terrace hundreds of years ago and was the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect more than 2,000 years ago. Who would have thought that Jiang Yun would dare to challenge him?"
Dong Zun dared to challenge the power of the Holy Lord just after he entered Immortal Terrace. I don't know if he was really confident or just arrogant.
With the opening of the life and death platform, Wang Peng, the supreme elder of the Yin Yang Sect, also gained confidence.
He wanted to break Jiang Yun's bones inch by inch, refine his blood into precious medicine, and display it in his treasure house.
"Not yet powerful, but just an ant." Wang Peng couldn't help but sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's just disgusting dirt hiding behind your back."
Jiang Yun sneered and released his divine power without reservation. The green-gold blood rolled, the aura filled the sky, and a blazing light rose from his head.
Wang Peng shouted, his body emitted a red light, his blood energy broke through the sky, and turned into a terrifying savage dragon. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of mysterious blood. His body was extremely strong, as if he would never be injured.
Two extremely powerful bodies collided together, it was just a physical confrontation, both of them were very confident.
"puff!"
A blood-red light shot into the sky, and one of the arms of Supreme Elder Wang Peng was torn off by Jiang Yun, and he let out a miserable scream.
"you……"
All the spectators felt cold from head to toe. It was really terrifying that Jiang Yun's body could crush the powerful body of the Holy Lord.
Many older people also felt chilled. If they faced each other in the future, they would kill them from a distance without any nonsense.
Wang Peng quickly retreated, stabilized his body, stopped the bleeding in his right arm, and regrown an arm, shouting angrily.
"The human body is nothing but a heresy, only the great road will last forever. I am looking forward to your flesh and blood even more."
The divine power around him was boiling, the order of heaven and earth was intertwined, and an ancient mirror appeared above his head.
The front of the ancient mirror was red, like blood, and the back was as black as ink. The aura of yin and yang flowed on both sides, lingering above his head.
Jiang Yun's face was calm. He dared to face the mighty power, which exceeded the restrictions of the Eight Forbidden Rules. He could not just rely on the power of his physical body. His pure physical body was just a human sandbag.
"Buzz!"
The small world of original chaos manifested into the present world, occupying the entire life and death stage. Jiang Yun raised his hand and punched out another fist-sized divine source.
The interior of the divine source is engraved with mysterious runes, like a blazing sun with blazing golden light.
The mysterious terrain is revealed in this world. Jiang Yun's feet are on the ground, and the lines of the source of the sky are flashing, corresponding to the stars, sun and moon in the sky, forming a strange scene.
Suddenly, the earth cracked open, and real dragons soared into the sky. Their blue-gold scales shone, their huge dragon bodies, and their giant claws shimmering with cold light. They were like real dragons born, highlighting their powerful momentum.
Dozens of real dragons emerged from the ground, each exuding a powerful aura.
"Dragon Qi!"
"It turns out to be a source of magic terrain!"
The people from the Origin Art Family were stunned when they saw this scene.
The so-called laymen watch the excitement, and only the insiders can see the way. They looked at Jiang Yun with burning eyes.
Even Master Yuan Tian has never heard of rumors that there is a source of magic terrain that can be carried around.
After all, the terrain is not a formation pattern and can be carried around. If it leaves the original place without the blessing of the heaven and earth avenue, it is just a pile of earth and rocks.
If every source master could master this secret technique, even if the saint said that the source masters were not strong enough, they could still twist off the saint's head.
(End of chapter)
