The heavy snow has stopped, the winter sun is high, and the mysterious and majestic mountains and rivers and majestic buildings of the Zhenwuzong Grand Altar are even more clear and spectacular.
Countless martial arts spaceships and immortal beasts were slowly sailing towards the Zhenwu Sect's mountain gate. The spaceship of the eighth branch looked particularly small and inconspicuous among them, while the big ship of the third branch was no longer visible.
Xin Zhuo stood on the bow of the boat and looked around. He accidentally saw three acquaintances, Sun Kongkong, Jue Tiansi and Feng Luo Hongyun, three foreign princes and princesses from the Donghua Ming Dynasty. They were also here, standing on a huge ship. On the flying battleship, he had a majestic face and a serious expression, and it seemed that... his aura was a bit stronger than before the Phoenix Clan in Southern Xinjiang.
But the three of them didn't see him. In fact, there were so many people from all directions, and their energy was so mixed that it was difficult to pay attention to one person.
Xin Zhuo's eyes continued to scan, and he couldn't help but feel excited. With his level of cultivation, he could tell at a glance a person's general strength, whether it was refined and majestic, unfathomable, profound, or weak and exaggerated...
What catches the eye are only majestic young men and women in wide robes and large sleeves, as well as young and old people with majestic manners and piercing eyes. All of them are saints or above, and there are very few people who are arrogant.
Even the most arrogant monster must be a little more cautious at this moment, and dare not say that he can ignore anyone.
The truth that there are people outside the world and there are mountains outside the mountains is never a casual conversation after a meal.
Zanglong and Ni Cangtian walked up to them at some unknown time and said: "The Xiniu Sanctuary is two million miles away, and all the masters of the Holy Realm are here. We only saw nineteen monsters in this area. These people have all been famous for a long time. Talent, martial arts, magical powers, and inheritance are all top-notch.
There are so many masters. If you spit casually, you may spit on the peerless genius of an ancient force.
Look over there, the few people I met at Xiaoxumi Temple have also restrained their momentum! "
Yingba, Zhao Qingli and Jiang Benchu were sitting cross-legged on an ancient purple-black warship. They were originally extremely powerful masters, but at this moment they were not too conspicuous.
Xin Zhuo withdrew his gaze, feeling an inexplicable feeling of overwhelming pride in his heart. A real man is born in heaven and earth. He should have great ambitions and determination to overcome all odds, otherwise he is no different from a salted fish.
"A man is born in heaven and earth. He should carry a three-foot sword, fight against the sky, and frighten the Nine Netherworld. There are millions of experts in this area, but they are nothing more than local chickens and dogs. I swear to suppress them, hahaha..."
Not far away, on a huge warship, a young man in brocade clothes spoke loudly, shaking the sky.
The behavior was too high-profile and instantly attracted the attention of countless people.
It's just that most people have indifferent faces, and a small number of people have eyes full of sarcasm.
Someone sneered: "Your Excellency has such a loud tone, do you dare to give your name?"
The young master did not hide anything, and said with a proud smile: "The Qianxuan Ce of Huozhou Xuanwu Palace, my ambition is soaring thousands of miles, I just said it, and when I rise to the clouds one day, I will definitely make the world look at me, this is a real man!" "
The scene was quiet for a while, and no one responded.
Zanglong lowered his voice: "This grandson simply said what I wanted to say!"
Xin Zhuo said: "Tai Zhong Er!"
Ni Cangtian said: "I'm afraid I don't know who he is! This man possesses the divine body of the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure. He fought against twelve earthly immortal thieves at the age of nine. He traveled a hundred thousand miles with one sword at the age of twelve, killing people like hemp!
At the age of eighteen, he entered Yin deficiency. At the age of thirty-nine, the gods and humans declined. At the age of 105, he became a saint immediately. He is a hundred-year-old saint! Same as you!
Now he is in the first stage of the Holy King, and he has never failed. The poor fish in Xiao Xumi Temple once challenged him, and he lost miserably!
This person is proud of himself! "
After saying this, the two of them came to their senses and looked at Xin Zhuo: "Brother Xian is very similar to him, but his cultivation is a bit different!"
Xin Zhuo smiled: "I never thought about overpowering everyone present!"
Zanglong frowned and said, "Is my brother so unambitious?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I just need to take care of the largest inheritance in the Supreme God's country!"
Hidden Dragon thought for a while, didn’t this mean the same thing?
As he spoke, he was already approaching the Zhenwu Sect's grand altar. Eighteen bells resounded through the sky, followed by eighteen white-haired old men who jumped over and waved their hands, creating patches of strange light.
In the empty place ahead, huge ripples suddenly appeared. Countless ferocious warships and spiritual beast mounts seemed to have entered a huge void portal.
The next moment, the Qianjian Palace of Zhenwuzong's Grand Altar, which was still very far away, suddenly arrived in front of us. The countless huge warships around it were reduced to tiny dots, and the people on them were even more tiny, not even as big as a tile. It’s hard not to marvel at the magic and grand scale of Zhenwu Sect.
Not far away, Fairy Baihe looked over and said, "I dare not say that the Zhenwu Sect's great altar is the best in Xiniu, but the mountain protection formation is definitely second to none, because it was set up by the ten supremes of the year!"
After a pause, he said: "Okay, we don't need to wait for arrangements, we can go directly to the eighth altar hall to rest!"
…
The eighth branch of the altar hall, a huge palace in the west of Zhenwu Sect, has been well taken care of by the disciples of the altar.
After everyone checked in, Fairy Baihe went to the main hall of the altar.
Xin Zhuo, three people and Bai Rou's group were sitting cross-legged in the pavilion in the courtyard, looking at the huge chains and buildings in the surrounding fog, feeling very dreamy.
At this moment, the outsiders' warships and spiritual beasts, led by the Zhenwu Sect disciples, fell into various palaces one after another.
Bai Rou smiled and said: "There are still three days, just wait!"
Hidden Dragon asked: "In which direction are the ruins of the Supreme Kingdom of God located?"
Bai Rou shook her head: "It's hard to know without time, but it should be between the last three ruins that have not yet been opened, in the three directions of due south, due west, and due north!"
Ni Cangtian stroked his beard and said, "We are members of our sect after all. Will there be any priority benefits then?"
Bai Rou thought for a moment and said, "Yes! You can enter first!"
"What kind of benefit is that?" Hidden Dragon scolded: "Isn't this giving priority to wading in the water and opening up blood paths for those who come after you?"
Bai Rou smiled bitterly: "Not only do we have priority to enter, but our eighth division is also the first to enter!"
The two hidden dragons couldn't help but turn pale.
Zanglong asked: "We have old friends with the Yao family of Sandao Mountain. When the Yao family arrives, can we change the court?"
Bai Rou's expression changed: "This..."
"disturb!"
Outside the gate of the courtyard, a young man with blue embroidered "hundred-knot locks" suddenly stood. He raised his hands and saluted: "May I ask who is Jiang Yuqing?"
Zanglong and Ni Cangtian immediately looked at Xin Zhuo.
Bai Rou looked confused, but she also reacted and said to Xin Zhuo: "Is this Junior Brother Xin's alias? The person coming is Bai Chuan, the third disciple of the fifth generation of the Zongtan True Successor. I don't know..."
Xin Zhuo was silent. The name Jiang Yuqing was only limited to Sandao Mountain in Donghua Mingyu. How could the Zhenwuzong Grand Altar call him this?
After thinking for a while, he said to the outside of the hospital: "There is only Xin Zhuo here, not Jiang Yuqing!"
The young man named Bai Chuan smiled and said: "Same, please come with me, someone wants to see you!"
Hidden Dragon and Ni Cangtian said to Xin Zhuo in unison: "I'm afraid it's weird, so you can refuse!"
Xin Zhuo thought for a moment, then finally got up and walked outside the hospital.
Canglong and Bairou followed suit, and Baichuan outside the courtyard said, "Brother Xin is fine by himself!"
Hidden Dragon and the others had no choice but to stop and look at Xin Zhuo.
"It doesn't matter, I'll come as soon as I go."
Xin Zhuo strode out of the yard.
Walking side by side with Bai Chuan, they bypassed a large number of huge ancient buildings and entered a sect square. There were many foreign masters and disciples of the sect around, chatting in pairs. Opposite you could see a giant sword, like a giant pillar bearing the sky, with great momentum. Majestic.
Further ahead is a pavilion with a strange shape.
Xin Zhuo asked casually: "The person who wants to see me is not from the Zhenwu Grand Altar?"
Bai Chuan smiled and said: "Of course not, but he is a noble person who has an irreversible relationship with my Zhenwu Daquan!"
"May I ask who it is?"
"Your sister!"
(End of chapter)
