Chen Xiao had just stepped onto the mountain path of Jiufeng when he suddenly frowned and turned to look towards the Taixuan Mountain Gate.
Dan Yun also turned around, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction where the Taixuan Formation was opened, with a serious expression.
Above the sky, a thin, white-haired young man with a stern face suddenly appeared, hanging quietly above the sky. His hawk-like eyes swept across Taixuan, and all the Taixuan disciples who were swept by them trembled all over.
It feels very dangerous, and there is a smell of death.
"Qinggang Territory, Qisha Palace, Qing Jiu greets you!"
Qinggang Territory? What is that place?
A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of many people. Although Beizhou is not small, it is not as big as imagined. For thousands of years, there have been only a handful of holy places, and no more than a hundred first- and second-class sects. Among these well-known sects, there is no sect like the Seven Killing Palace.
However, the oppressive force from the young man in front of him was extremely strong, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.
And... Qinggang Domain is also a very unfamiliar name.
"Qinggang Territory, Qisha Palace?" Chen Xiao's pupils shrank slightly. "Could it be... someone from Zhongsheng Continent?"
The opening of the space channel between Beizhou and Zhongshengzhou was not only noticed by the people of Zhongshengzhou, but Beizhou was also aware of what was happening.
As the boss of one of the holy places, Chen Xiao of Sifang Pavilion naturally knew some related secrets.
Since this strange and powerful white-haired young man in front of him is not from Beizhou, he must be the first cultivator from Zhongshengzhou to enter Beizhou.
Zhou Yuan, who was receiving the representatives from various sects, frowned. "Sir, are you here to watch our sect's Sword Inheritance Conference?"
The white-haired young man ignored Zhou Yuan's words and turned to look in the direction of Jiufeng, with a strange gleam in his eyes.
On the Ninth Peak, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyes and snorted with his teeth bared.
"This guy actually found his way here..."
The voice was very soft, but Hou Yi, Xing Tian and the others heard it clearly, and their expressions were a little strange. "Third Senior Sister, are you looking for me?"
Jiang Xuan was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."
"Zhongshengzhou is just a general name, and it's also known as the Nine Realms. The Qinggang Realm is known as one of them, along with Xiaoxitian and Nanhuang Realm. As for the Qisha Palace, it's one of the largest forces in the Qinggang Realm. It's said that the leader of the Qisha Palace is a Saint who has survived the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man. He's very terrifying."
"As for Qing Jiu, he is the leader of the younger generation of the Seven Killings Palace. He has reached the upper realm of He Dao and is said to be ready to enter the Saint Path..."
Hedao Shangjing?
Houyi couldn't help but bared his teeth.
Is this thing so worthless? Anyone can actually have a terrifying strength close to the peak of Hedao.
Damn it, I was a bit complacent after breaking through to the He Dao realm. Now it seems that I’m not that worth much…
"Is this kid here to seek revenge?" Houyi asked uncertainly.
Jiang Xuan shook his head. "No, I met this guy when I was in Zhongshengzhou. He seemed to have taken a fancy to me and insisted on having me be his Taoist partner. Humph, he doesn't even look at his own virtue. He looks old but young. How can he be worthy of me, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady?"
"Haha, haha..." Houyi was full of laughter.
Above the sky, at the entrance to the opened Taixuan Formation, the void wrinkled slightly, and a young man in embroidered Confucian robes waved a folding fan and stepped out.
"Haha, the genius Qing Jiu from the Seven Killings Palace actually traveled all the way to this remote and barren land of Beizhou just for a woman. I really admire him..."
The young man laughed, and the clouds under his feet swirled and turned into a luxurious brocade dragon throne. The young man lifted up his Confucian robe and lay comfortably on the cloud dragon throne.
Qing Jiu glanced coldly at the person who came, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Nangong of the Holy Temple? Humph, a space crack connecting to Beizhou has also appeared in your Shengyuan Domain?" Qing Jiu snorted coldly.
The young man in elegant attire, known as Nangong, chuckled softly and sat with his legs crossed on the cloud dragon chair. "Of course. The Immortal Prison has been lost for ten thousand years, and now the seal is about to be lifted. How can this young master not participate in such an interesting event?"
"Besides, I've heard that the Taixuan Sect is quite famous in Beizhou. Now that they're holding the so-called Chengjian Conference, I naturally want to join in the fun."
The conversation between the two made the indigenous sects of Beizhou below look at each other in confusion.
What on earth are these two pretentious guys talking about? I don't quite understand...
Of course, some representatives from the first-rate sects thought of something and their faces gradually turned pale.
In addition to these two people, there are many figures hiding outside the Taixuan formation, quietly spying on the Taixuan Sect, and have no intention of showing up.
Obviously, most of these guys in the dark are not practitioners from Beizhou, but from Zhongshengzhou.
In a shadowy place above the sky, a black lotus fire bloomed strangely and burned silently. When the flame burned out, a young man in black tights walked out from the void.
Chakravartin.
Qing Jiu and Nangong turned around at the same time, looked at the figure transformed by the black lotus fire, and narrowed their eyes slightly.
"Haha, even the notorious assassin organization, the Underworld, has sent people to Beizhou?" Nangong of the Holy Temple's eyes turned slightly cold as he stared at the black-clothed Wheel King. "Wheel King, it seems there's some grudge between us. Should we find a place to resolve it?"
The Wheel King chuckled, "Don't misunderstand, Saint Nangong. I've only come here because I've heard of Taixuan's name for a long time and came to see the excitement. I don't want any misunderstandings with Saint Nangong."
"Besides, today's protagonist is not you or me, nor is it Qing Jiu from the Seven Killings Hall, but... that person!"
Nangong frowned and slowly turned around.
In the void outside the Taixuan Formation, a huge dragon shadow was hovering, overlooking everyone.
On top of the dragon's head stood a young man in a golden robe. The young man had an arrogant and stern face, filled with deep contempt and a growing murderous intent.
"Purple Sky Territory, Heavenly Palace, Ying Yu!"
Why is this guy here?
Nangong and Qingjiu frowned at the same time.
Above the sky, a dragon roared towards the sky, and exhaled a breath of dragon breath, forcibly tearing apart the Taixuan Sect's protective formation. The huge dragon head penetrated into the Taixuan Sect, bringing with it a heavy oppressive force like the power of heaven.
"Li Changan, come out to this prince!"
The terrifying sound waves seemed to be real, exploding above the sky, shaking the Taixuan peaks, and large pieces of soil and rocks shattered and slid down, hitting the ground.
Who is this person? Why is he so scary?
Moreover, it looked like they were here with bad intentions. They didn't seem to be here to observe the ceremony, but rather to cause trouble...
Many people retreated in fear and shrank away. Many people even regretted coming to watch the Taixuan Chengjian Conference. No one could have imagined that so many perverted characters would appear.
"Ying Yu, what are you doing!"
A huge umbrella shadow bloomed in the void and blocked Ying Yu's way. Moonlight flowed above the umbrella shadow. In the faint halo, a beautiful woman holding a little rabbit appeared with a murderous look on her face.
"Chaos Star Region, Yao Chi Chang'e?" Nangong's eyes lit up.
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