Chapter 56: The heroes gather together, and the storm begins to rise
Taisu Holy Land.
The mountain gate is magnificent, with towers and reliefs everywhere.
Two towering peaks float in the air, guarding both sides. Feiquan Waterfall drops thousands of feet. Not far away, a pair of unicorn beasts are crawling and dozing on the bluestone, with purple flames blazing on their four hooves, and the aura of the little Saint is everywhere.
Ten kilometers away from the mountain gate, the void suddenly cracked into a space crack several miles long.
The disciples and elders guarding the mountain gate were startled and looked up.
I saw three huge blue phoenixes lined up with colorful feathers and a wingspan of thousands of feet. Pulling a graceful and luxurious phoenix chariot, they flew out of the space gap. The blue phoenix cried, auspicious clouds bloomed, and the momentum was huge, like the Queen Mother's tour. The purple clouds stretched for thousands of miles.
"It's the Qingluan Phoenix Chariot of Yaochi Holy Land..." a disciple exclaimed.
"The three Qingluans pulling the chariot are all in the Lesser Saint Realm; so terrifying."
A disciple was not convinced: "What's so surprising? The Qilin Chariot of our Taisu Holy Land is no worse than their Phoenix Chariot. Don't look like you haven't seen the world; it's embarrassing!"
The three Qingluans pulled the chariot, covering the sky and the sun, flapping their wings a few times, and came closer.
A beautiful figure stepped into the void.
She was barefoot, and the hem of her silver-golden Phoenix dress fell to her delicate white ankles. A purple-gold bell was hung on her ankle, making a clear tinkling sound, and the sound of Tao flowed.
The long skirt had a slender thigh outline, and the slender waist was full and undulating.
On the snow-white neck was a beautiful and cold face, with lips like red clouds, eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like distant mountains, and soft black hair tied up with a sacred phoenix hairpin.
The temperament is elegant and refined. It stands quietly in the void, like a fairy Lingbo coming to a world untainted by the mundane.
"It's the master of Yunxia Peak..."
Someone recognized the fairy beauty above the mountain gate.
"This lady has a cold personality. With her style of doing things, she shouldn't come to greet foreign guests." "
What do you know? Our Saint is the true disciple of the master of Yunxia Peak. And her identity is enough: "It's high, and it's not abrupt to appear here."
"Welcome, fellow Taoists from Yao Chi, to come and watch the ceremony." Qi Mengdie opened her red lips lightly, and her voice spread thousands of miles.
The green phoenix floated in the air, and the phoenix chariot stopped.
From it flew a person wearing a plain blue skirt, a white veil covering her face, and a graceful figure.
She stood on the auspicious cloud, her eyes clear and pure, and she bowed slightly to Qi Mengdie in a gentle tone: "Saintess of Yao Chi, Feng Yao brought two junior sisters to watch the ceremony."
"Sorry to bother the master of Yunxia Peak."
Qi Mengdie: "Saintess, please follow me into the holy land."
Soon, she led the phoenix chariot of Yao Chi Holy Land into Taisu Holy Land.
After they left, the mountain gate immediately became lively.
"It turned out that the Saintess of Yao Chi came."
"The Saintess of Yao Chi is already the eighth level of the minor Saint, ranking eighth on the list of minor saints of Tianji Pavilion. "
Don't be fooled by the fact that Yao Chi Holy Land is full of female cultivators. In terms of foundation, it is no worse than our Tai Su Holy Land. The Saint of Yao Chi is even more unfathomable. She seldom fights with others, but she will win when she does, and she has never lost. It is said that she has a congenital Taoist body... the same physique as the Holy Mother of Yao Chi back then. Do you think she is simple?"
"The congenital Taoist body is in harmony with the Great Dao. When it is cultivated to a high level, all kinds of magical powers and thousands of magic methods can be used at will, and it is invincible."
The disciples were amazed and dumbfounded.
As time passed.
Some representatives of first- and second-rate sects in the Southern Region also arrived.
When they travel, they are not as high-profile as those in the Holy Land. Most of them come by flying boats, and they are greeted by some elders. Only when the overlord forces come, Qi Mengdie will come in person appears.
The Taisu Holy Land is the absolute overlord of the Southern Region, suppressing all disobedience.
The medium-sized forces in other regions may not be able to arrive within half a month because the journey is too long, and they do not have the ability to build a long-distance space transmission array. They can't come even if they want to.
In this vast and boundless world, perhaps the ability to travel is the most representative standard of whether a force is strong or not...
An old man once expressed such a feeling.
Two moons hang in the sky, and silver-gray covers the ground.
A giant sword that is nearly ten thousand feet long breaks through the space barrier and floats outside the gate of the holy land. The sword's will is crisscrossed, sweeping in all directions, and the void is cut with a crackling sound.
On the giant sword, there were three people, one old and two young.
They were wearing the snow-white sword robes of the Endless Sword Domain, with fluttering sleeves, looking at the Taisu Holy Land from afar.
"Master, the mountain gate of the Taisu Holy Land is just so-so, not half as majestic as our Endless Sword Domain."
A young man behind the old man with white hair and beard said.
The young man, with red lips and white teeth, was more beautiful than the girl, and his eyes were full of arrogance.
"Qingfeng, don't be so arrogant."
The fourth sword master twisted his beard and spoke kindly, reluctant to blame his good disciple.
Long Qingfeng curled his lips and said unconvincedly: "When I defeat that Taisu Saint Son and return to the Sword Domain, I will become Saint Son and be famous throughout the world."
The girl next to him, Long Xueyue, who looked almost exactly like him, had big, smart eyes and smiled sweetly: "Brother, we will definitely win."
"Chu Xiu is not well-known, and he just broke through the Divine Bridge not long ago. If we attack together, the victory will be a foregone conclusion." The Fourth Sword Master frowned. Every time he heard this name, he subconsciously recalled the Howling Forbidden Land and the slender figure on the Soul Returning Cliff. Shadow.
The demon who slaughtered the first generation of saints and saints of their Endless Sword Domain.
"Master..."
"Master must have thought of the old demon Chu again." Long Xueyue pulled the corner of her brother's clothes.
"Chu Xiu, Chu Xiu... Hehe, these two people have the same name." Long Qingfeng sneered: "Sister, just wait and see how your brother kills him when he climbs the ladder to heaven."
"If you want to blame someone, blame his parents for giving him the wrong name."
"Well~" Long Xueyue nodded, and a flash of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
The fourth sword master did not take the conversation between his disciples to heart. If he was killed, he was killed. The Endless Sword Domain was not afraid of any enemy. Besides, the two holy places had been at odds for a long time and had experienced constant friction in recent years.
Qi Mengdie, who was outstanding in fairy style, appeared and led the three masters and disciples of the Endless Sword Domain into the mountain gate of the holy land.
During this period, the two brothers and sisters talked loudly and unconcealedly, which made her frown.
Knowing that they came with bad intentions, who would have thought that the two of them wanted to kill Chu Xiu on the ladder to heaven?
Her face turned cold, and she had the urge to kill her brother and sister right now.
The traitor could only be killed by her, Qi Mengdie and it was not the turn of outsiders to bully them.
Or maybe they sensed her killing intention.
The fourth sword master sent a message to the two disciples, and the brother and sister stopped.
Qi Mengdie glanced at them coldly and suppressed her killing intention.
As time passed...
representatives from major sects, holy places, and ancient families gradually gathered. The day for the Holy Son Ceremony was approaching.