An immortal boat sailed through the wind and waves, and the spiritual power around it was so powerful that it was divided into two by the immortal boat.

It was not until the immortal boat resided above the Jiuxian Mountain Holy Land that these spiritual powers spiraled and returned to their original appearance.

There were several figures standing on the fairy boat. The leader was a handsome young man. He looked at Huang Qingque and Fang Chen and smiled:

"You two are so worried about me, and you still have to watch it here in person?"

"It's not that I'm worried about Brother Xi, but I just happened to have something to stay for some time. When the matter of your Immortal Palace is settled, I just happened to withdraw."

Huang Qingque smiled.

After a pause, he looked around. At some point, the Holy Land of Jiuxian Mountain was surrounded by monks from the Immortal Palace.

There are middle-level cultivators, upper-level cultivators, and scattered immortals, which can be changed from one to three.

The number of these monks exceeded Huang Qingque's previous speculation. He was very suspicious whether the Immortal Palace had brought the power of the sect to destroy the holy land of Jiuxian Mountain.

If this is true, it is not wrong for people in the world to call them madmen. He has never seen a few people who hold grudges like this. He does not care about revenge on gains and losses. It naturally means that there is one side and there will be no way out.

"Has your palace master arrived too? Can you recommend me one or two?"

Huang Qingque asked suddenly.

A sneer suddenly flashed in Xi Zi'an's eyes and he smiled:

"The Palace Master is indeed here, but... the Palace Master probably won't want to see you. Although you have a good background, you are always just a junior. The Palace Master also wants to see your elders in your family."

There are only five-turn immortals in the Immortal Palace, and the Huang clan is most likely to have seven-turn immortals. The two sides are not at the same level at all, and they are very different.

But even so, the Xingyu Immortal Lord in the Immortal Palace does not have to give face to the younger generation like Huang Qingque.

Even humiliation in person would not trigger a fight between the Immortal Palace and the Imperial Clan, and it reached their level.

We talk about interests and patterns, but we don’t talk about face.

"By the way, this time, except for the two, we thought about it and felt that we should give the monks here an explanation, so we invited them to come and watch the ceremony together."

Xi Zi'an smiled, "Calculate the time, they should be here too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw immortal boats breaking through the air.

Standing on these immortal boats are the sect leaders, the Supreme One, and the ancestors of the major sects in the Prisoner Land.

Some are scattered immortals, some are only ascension periods, even tribulation periods, and Taoist periods.

There are nearly 10,000 such existences, scattered on more than a hundred fairy boats.

Some of them were shocked and suspicious, some were indifferent and unchanged, and some were faintly panicked.

Fang Chen glanced at him and saw Yutingzhai and others of the Yin Sheng Sect, Xu Changshi and others of Wandaolou, and also saw Qu and Du.

Only, he did not see Li Wuwang, the Tianjiansi.

There seemed to be a ripples in the gray-white eyes, and then gently dissipated.

"Go to Tianjiansi and inform Li Wuwang that the Qunxian Palace would attack them."

"yes."

A figure quietly disappeared beside Fang Chen.

Neither Xi Zi'an nor Huang Qingque had any notice.

Fang Chen glanced at Xi Zi'an, who happened to look at him, and nodded with a smile.

Fang Chen responded with a smile, and then said to Huang Qingque:

"Young Master Qingque, I saw a few acquaintances and went over to say hello."

In front of outsiders, he still called the young master, not the fellow Taoist.

Huang Qingque nodded, "Go, there is nothing we have to do here anyway."

Fang Chen did not go to the Yin Sheng Sect, but went to find Qu Ge. The two chatted like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and did not attract much attention.

When Xi Zian saw this scene, he just smiled and withdrew his gaze and talked about something with Huang Qingque.

"I heard that these immortal palaces are powerful sects outside and sects are extremely powerful."

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have directly stated that I would destroy the entire Nine Immortal Mountain. I just said that in recent years, Jiuxian Mountain has been operating less and less, and it seems that they have noticed it."

"Just... why not escape?"

"I'm afraid I can't escape at all. Look here, those innocent faces are all cultivators from the Immortal Palace. The strength of the Immortal Palace is probably far beyond our imagination."

"This... the holy land of Jiuxian Mountain is very likely to be the sect with the best fortune star. It's really unexpected that it will be a disaster."

"We are all invited to watch. It should be the sensation of the Immortal Palace to us. After today, the situation of the Creation Star will change greatly. Maybe we should think about it carefully."

"You mean... the Immortal Palace will interfere in the Creation Star!?"

“This is nature.”

Everyone whispered, but most of them were transmitting messages, so the surrounding area still seemed very quiet and solemn.

Tianjiansi.

Li Wuwang looked at the scattered immortal in front of him, thinking about the message he had just conveyed, and his face showed a meditative look.

Du Yunxu looked at Li Wuwang quietly, knowing that the person in front of him was facing a great choice.

“How much time do we have?”

Li Wuwang said in a deep voice.

Just as Du Yunxu was about to speak, the two of them looked outside together.

Li Wuwang showed a touch of self-deprecation on his face:

"It turns out there is no time."

The next moment, his voice rang in the ears of all the sword cultivators in Tianjiansi:

"Traveling in the dark."

Walking in the dark!

Walking in the dark!

Walking in the dark!

The Tianjiansi Jianshe, who had been prepared, put down all his work, set up the soul-guiding lamp that he had prepared in advance, and began to go to the dark.

Outside, several third-turn and a large group of second-turn scattered immortals were looking at the Tianjiansi below with a smile.

"Stay two of you here, so that they won't run away."

A three-turn commanded the order, and then took a group of two-turns and arrived inside the Tianjiansi.

What caught my eye were monks walking through the Yin Dynasty. Their bodies were still alive, but their souls were obviously not included.

"Is this... going to Yin? Haha, at this moment, they are still going to Yin. They deserve to die, so they killed them directly, which will save their souls for a while."

With a command, the sword cultivators in the Tianjian Department died one by one. For each killing one, the leader would draw a stroke on the list.

What surprised him was that the members on the key list of Tianjianshi were all there this time!

"It's good, and it saves a lot of effort."

In just a moment, the Tianjianshi turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the corpses disappeared.

The Holy Land of Jiuxian Mountain.

Headed by the Supreme Shang of Jiuxian Mountain, the monks in the holy land gathered together and stood in front of the mountain gate. They could vaguely see the figures appearing in the void.

"They also invited many fellow Taoists to watch the ceremony."

Jiuxianshan was so arrogant that he smiled.

Everyone looked at each other, with abyss-like despair and awe-inspiring anger in their eyes.

Are you unwilling to accept it? Are you unwilling to accept it.

But now there is only one way to go before them. Even for the countless immortals in Jiuxian Mountain, they are not qualified to fight and can only kill them.

Nangong Yuanzhen was also among the crowd. As a member of Jiuxian Mountain, he couldn't escape, but he also knew that he would not die today, but he just lived in a different way.

Unfortunately, this supreme master did not consider going to the Yin, but planned to quietly wait for the arrival of death.

Suddenly, the void was filled with wind and clouds. A vortex appeared out of thin air, and a fairy boat flowing like mercury slowly appeared.

On this fairy boat, there were countless monks tied up in chains. Their faces were gloomy, cold and their eyes were resentful.

Seeing this scene, Xi Zi'an immediately smiled and clapped his hands:
Chapter completed!