Tianyue Holy City, the city lord's mansion, blue and white are floating, and there are dazzling blue flames everywhere, and the scene is so beautiful that it is fascinating.

In the small pavilion of the West Garden, an old man with white beard and white clothes sat quietly in it, his eyes were full of wisdom.

The Lord of Tianyue City, one of the few great wise people in the world, lived for thousands of years, saw through the storms of the world, and looked down on the disputes in the world.

Outside the Xiaoxie, the seventh god general of the Holy City brought Luo Xingchen to come. In front of Xiaoxie, he stopped and saluted respectfully, "City Lord, Luo Xingchen brings Luo Xingchen."

"Well, you go down first." The Lord of Tianyue City said.

"yes!"

The Seventh God General took the order, glanced at the young man beside him with warning, and then turned around and left.

Inside the small pavilion, Luo Xingchen walked forward, his proud and domineering expression was completely curled, and he respectfully said, "I have met the city lord."

"Sit!" The Lord of Tianyue City smiled.

"Lord Xie."

Luo Xingchen looked around with caution, and after feeling that there was nothing ambush, he stepped forward and sat down.

"How many years have you been here?" Tianyue City Lord smiled.

"Forty years."

The falling stars are true.

"Forty years, you have grown a lot." The Lord of Tianyue City said softly.

"There are those monster-like friends, Luo Xingchen dare not stop, otherwise I will be the one who will be killed next time." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"It is your blessing to be able to get the most life-and-death friendship like the ninth son of the Mo Sect in life, and you must cherish it." The Lord of Tianyue City reminded.

"I know."

Luo Xingchen nodded, smiled and said.

"Now, the space channel between the primitive demon realm and the sky outside the sky has been opened, and war will soon come. Your friends need your strength. Since your cultivation has been broken, leave." The Lord of Tianyue City said calmly.

Luo Xingchen was silent. After a moment, he stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you for your care in the past few years, Xingchen is very grateful."

The Lord of Tianyue City calmly received the tribute from the former and said, "When the devil is calm, don't forget to come back and see me, the old guy and your seventh sister."

"must."

Luo Xingchen nodded and replied, "City Lord, there will be a date later."

After saying that, Luo Xingchen endured the reluctance and nostalgia in his heart and turned around and left.

"The person has left, come out."

Shortly after Luo Xingchen left, the Lord of Tianyue City looked at the blue and white trees beside him and spoke.

Behind the blue and white trees, the seventh god of Tianyue walked out, and a faint sadness flashed across his heroic face.

"He has his own responsibility, wait patiently, he will come back in the end." Lord Tianyue City sighed.

"Um"

The seventh god general nodded slightly and replied softly.

At the same time, the star fields of the heavens, the Buddha's kingdom, the holy land of Sumeru, and the holy land, a woman in red and pink dress sat quietly, with Buddha's light all over her body, and a wise king in salvation, and a solemn eyes.

On the holy land, thousands of little novice monks in white clothes closed their eyes and recited scriptures. The endless power of faith flew to the distant prayer mountain. On the prayer mountain, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, illuminating the world.

The rebuilt Buddha Kingdom, under the leadership of King Airan Ming, not only restored its former prosperity, but even surpassed its former age.

The ancient battlefield has begun, and the fourth-level powerful people appeared one after another to assist the contemporary Buddhist masters and create the glory of the Buddha Kingdom again.

"Ai Ran Ming King"

In the distance, I pray that on the mountain, golden light gathers, a solemn statue of the Buddha appears and speaks.

On the holy land, the woman sitting quietly opened her eyes and looked at the distance praying mountain, and said calmly, "My Buddha."

"King Ai Ran Ming, have you decided?" the Buddha said.

"It's decided." Airan Pluto nodded.

"Do you know the result of this trip?" Buddha sighed.

"Know."

King Ai Ran Ming replied softly.

"Since you have decided, I won't persuade you anymore, go." Buddha.

"Thank you, my Buddha."

Ai Ranming Wang nodded slowly, and walked step by step towards Foshan.

When the Bodhisattva enters the mortal world, he does not take a step, his murderous intent will become more and more serious. In the Avici Hell, the King of Ming will move forward.

In Lingxu Star Domain, Fengming City, and in the palace, a handsome figure in men's clothing stood quietly, holding the Fengming Ancient Sword, staring at the direction of the Hongluan Star Domain, and stood for several days.

Behind, a beautiful woman looked at the Qi Wang in front of her, silently.

She knew that His Highness Qi was about to leave.

Three days later, in front of the palace, King Qi Lin Yuzhen left with a sword, and his peerless heroic appearance came to the world again.

...

In the holy land of worshiping the moon, Ning Chen stood quietly in front of the altar for many days. After the sound of the war began, the fighting spirit in his heart could no longer be concealed.

The prime minister has been away for many days and has seen the Marquis of Zhiming in the divine realm with his own eyes. After leaving a few predictions that are not painful and itchy, he left freely.

Regarding the prophecy of the accuser, Yin'er only gave a five-character evaluation, an unreliable charlatan.

I don’t know if the Xiangshi heard Yin'er’s comments, but I only know that when the Xiangshi left, he staggered in the air and almost fell down.

The peacock stayed in the holy land. Ning Chen could not say he was disgusted with this woman from the divine realm, but he had no good feelings for her.

Similarly, he is lukewarm and has no favoritism for knowing fate and peacock.

Strangely, after a few days of getting along, Peacock, Qingling, Ruoxi and others got along well, at least, it was much better than Ning Chen.

"Do you like him?"

In the holy land, the peacock looked at the white figure in front of the altar and asked.

"I have no idea."

Mu Chengxue shook her head gently and replied.

"Tai Shang Wangqing and the Nine Nether Demon Sutra are listed as taboo techniques in the divine realm. If you choose to practice this method, you will cut off all your retreat. Do you regret it?" Peacock said calmly.

"No regrets."

Dusk snow responded lightly.

This is the path she chose herself. Since she chose, she will not regret it.

"There are sorrows between you and hate, and you will be separated from each other. You cannot ask for anything. There are so many sorrows and sufferings between you, so why not let go?" Peacock said softly.

"Miss Peacock is a saint in the divine realm, why should she be condescending to the nobles and coming to him?" Mu Chengxue replied and asked back.

"This is my responsibility."

The peacock looked calm and replied, "The peacock came into being. Master said that the Marquis of Knowing the Destiny is the hope of the human race in this era, and my mission is to assist him in achieving great achievements."

"Do you like him?" Mu Chengxue said calmly.

"dislike."

The peacock said lightly, "And he won't like me either."

Mu Chengxue nodded and said nothing more.

Peacock didn't ask any more questions, and for a long time, he sighed softly, "You are really all weirdos."

“Each one another.”

Mu Chengxue replied calmly.

Two days later, over the ancient land of worshiping the moon, a snow-white ancient sword broke through the air. Before the old friend arrived, the sword energy had already arisen.

"It's finally here."

In front of the altar, Ning Chen showed a smile on his face and had been waiting for many days.

After a few breaths, a man came from the sky with his sword. The black white cloak drifted with the wind, like a banished immortal under the moon, with extraordinary heroism.

Below, Ning Chen pointed at the same time, and the sword energy all over his body rose together, turning into a sword flow that surged towards the sky, rushing towards the sky.

After decades, my old friend who met again greeted him with a sword, and his voice was shocked.

In the sky, Mu Qianshang's eyes showed infinite fighting spirit. He held the right hand with a weak hand, and the snow sword flew to him. When he held the sword, he swung out with a sword.

"Boom!"

The duel between the two swords, the sky is shaking and the earth changes, and the endless sword waves surge in all directions, shaking the stars in the sky.

In the distance, the peacock watched the two of them’s decisive battle, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...