Chapter 181 Gathering of the Holy Lord

"Have you been seen through?" Jia Chen couldn't help thinking about it, but after thinking about it, Jia Chen still denied this terrible idea. From Guan Zheng's momentum, Jia Chen felt that Guan Zheng's strength and Hao Wan were just between them. Haowan Beichen Yue could not see through Jia Chen, and Guan Zheng could see through himself with what he rely on, not to mention that if he really saw through himself, It won't be like that. Maybe I rushed up a long time ago. How can I let myself go? Thinking of this, Jia Chen's heart still calmed down a lot, but once he thought of the impenetrable expression of Guan Zheng, Jia Chen was always like a stone hanging in his heart. He didn't know what this person meant.

As the four holy lords appeared in the Star City one after another, the whole Star City was suddenly ignited. The legendary Holy Lord finally appeared. How many people want to find out? However, what more people are looking forward to at this moment is that in the next few days, there will be other Holy Lords entering the Star City!

Sure enough, in the following period of time, the storm of the Holy Lord became more and more intense. The discussion about the Holy Lord far outweighed the limelight of other topics in the Star City. People kept breaking news that the Sun Gate, the Beast Sect, Taiyimen and other saints came one after another, but some of the low-key Holy Lords only missed one The face is hidden, and some saints have never seen each other from beginning to end. Of course, there are also high-profile saints, such as the day-by-day gate saint who is enough to compete with the giant Yong.

The arrival of the Holy Lord has become the center of the topic of everyone in Tianxing City for a while. Their light covers the whole sky of Tianxing City, so that people can't see anywhere else. However, at this moment, the extremely calm Jia Chen is secretly observing other people's tide. In addition to the Holy Lord, Jia Chen also feels a lot of extremely powerful existence, but it is a comparison A low-key, like an ordinary person.

Finally, in the expectation of the people, five days away from a thousand years, except for the holy Lord of the Great Waste Gate, the holy lords of the other twelve sects came here. Although some saints have never appeared, it is true that they came to the Star City, because the Holy Lord and the saints are all wearing It symbolizes the Taoist robe of this sect, and it is difficult not to be recognized.

With the continuous influx of outsiders into the Star City, the whole Star City has become a mixed place of fish and dragons. The Star City is now surging in the dark tide, the atmosphere is tense and the situation is vague. The stuffed Star City is like a huge gunpowder barrel. As long as it collides with Mars a little, it will explode.

Three days later, the mysterious saint of the Great Waste Gate still hasn't appeared for a long time. Everyone can't help but speculate that there are different opinions about the mysterious saint of the Great Waste Gate.

In this way, in the impatient atmosphere, on the night before a thousand years, the crowded Star City, which was full of people, suddenly appeared, as if everyone had evaporated overnight. At this moment, those who disappeared had left the Star City and went to Biyun Mountain. Everyone knows that the pulse appears on a first-come, first-served basis, and no one wants to fall behind.

This night, everyone rubbed their hands, and their faces were flushed and short of breath. The treasure was about to come. Reason was gradually overwhelmed by impulse and greed. Looking at this wolf-like tiger-like eyes in the night, Jia Chen finally understood why there were so many people in the legend to go to the main peak of the blue cloud to find death.

The followers are rolling in the crowd, and the voices are boiling in the night. People are so excited that small-scale battles break out from time to time, but at this moment, no one has the intention to watch. Their minds have long been attracted by the upcoming Biyun Mountains.

is already very far away from Tianxing City. This is a wilderness. At a glance, there is no end in the darkness. At this time, the crowd slowly stopped. Many people still hold the map of the Biyun Mountains in their hands and walk to the place they think is the best in their hearts, waiting excitedly.

The waiting time is always long. From time to time, the hot-tempered monks fight for a small matter. At this moment, what others have nothing to do is to clap their hands and cheer, just to relieve their boredom.

"Fuck, why haven't you appeared yet? I've been waiting for such a big meeting." The long wait is accompanied by a sound of complaints and curses, especially when people are emotionally excited. Waiting is the most unbearable thing.

"This legend is not fake, is it? It's been a thousand years. It won't be a trap, will it?" Some people can't help but ask questions loudly.

Indeed, after all, it's just a legend that once in a thousand years, the time between the interval is too long. Few people can enter the Biyun Mountains twice in a row, and fewer people have lived until now after entering the Biyun Mountains. Even if there are, they will not be among this group of people. Most of these young monks have only heard the legend. He said that he had never experienced it. If they hadn't seen those saints have left, I'm afraid that the impatient people would have dispersed.

Look carefully, the saints of each sect lead their saints to hold their own side. They are solemn, silent, powerful but tit-for-tat, invisibly fighting secretly. The place occupied by each sect does not dare to be followed by others. They can only watch from afar and look at them with high expressions. The eyes of the saints are full of envy and jealousy.

However, Jiachen and Juyong are in a relatively remote place with few people. There are not many people gathered here, and there are only a few dozen people within a few miles. They sit separately, and no one pays attention to anyone. Their bright eyes are silent, each with their own calculations, quiet, compared In a crowded place, it is very quiet.

At this time, Jiachen noticed a man sitting under a dead tree. To be precise, it should be a skinny old man. The old man wrapped his whole body in a tight black robe. The cheekbones on his black hand's face towered high, wrinkles piled up on his forehead, and turbid under his black and white eyebrows. The old eyes of light, which were a very ordinary old man, attracted the attention of Jia Chen for no reason.

In the dark, Jiachen observed the old man, and his spirit carefully sensed that the old man's breath was so faint that it was extremely difficult to feel, but the breath was very cold. At this moment, the old man's eyes were slightly and his head drooped. The hat on the black robe was covered. The indifferent breath and the old man's look made Jia Chen has a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

Jia Chen quickly searched for the memory in his mind, but he had never found that he had ever been with such an old man. The feeling of light but extremely restrained, indifference and sharpness made Jia Chen feel very uncomfortable. It was the kind of uncomfortable that he was familiar but could not think of it.

While Jia Chen was staring at the old man in a daze, the old man suddenly raised his head and suddenly opened his slightly stunned eyes. The old man stared straight at Jia Chen. With the burst of light from his cloudy eyes, the old man left Jia Chen an extremely strange smile, and then He lowered his head.

"This..." Jia Chen was immediately shocked and hurriedly looked elsewhere. The different feeling in his heart became stronger, especially at the moment when the old man's eyes flashed, there seemed to be an inspiration in Jia Chen's mind, but the spiritual light flashed quickly, so that Jia Chen could not catch it.

When Jia Chen was puzzled, a burst of exclamation broke out in the crowd and shocked Jia Chen.

"Look, who's here? It's flying so fast!"

"Look, I think that man's speed is by no means ordinary!"

Following people's eyes and looking up, I saw that night in the sky, a rainbow suddenly crossed like a popular one. In a blink of an eye, it came to the top of everyone's heads and slowly landed.

With the silent landing of the figure without any momentum, the twelve saints stood up from the ground at the same time, looking at the person with a solemn face, with light in his eyes flowing in his eyes, his lips moving, muttering something.

The visitor was extremely low-key. His speed was extremely fast, but it did not cause any sound. His breath was restrained, but there was still a faint cold breath slowly. Obviously, he could feel the cold temperature around him. The comer was dressed in a black Taoist robe, wearing a hat, and a layer of black mantle cloth hanging on the edge of his pocket, hanging all the time. At the shoulder, the future's face is completely covered, which makes it impossible to see through.

Jiachen felt that the mantle cloth was subjected to a miniature array. Not everyone could untie the mantle cloth at will, and the subtle formation could keep the owner's sight in the mantle cloth unaffected and see things from the outside world.

"The mountain rain of the Holy Lord of the Great Waste Gate! It turned out to be the mysterious Lord of the Great Wasteland Gate!" Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamation in the crowd.

"It's indeed a great wilderness!" Jia Chen's eyes flowed, and he affirmed in his heart, but he didn't know whether it was the Holy Lord or not, but from the look on the faces of other Holy Lords, it could basically be determined.

The reason why it was judged that this person was the saint of the Great Waste Gate was because the black Taoist robe, which was as black as ink. In the middle of the black robe was a lifelike five-clawed dragon pattern holding its head high to the sky. The dragon's angry eyes were slightly in the night, quite imposing, and the dragon Taoist robe was the unity of the Great Wilderness Gate. The Taoist robe represents the Great Waste Gate!

At this last moment, the mysterious Holy Lord of the Great Waste Gate finally appeared in front of the world, but it seemed more mysterious. The cold breath, low-key behavior, and the tight black hat covered by himself, the whole person was black, but it was more mysterious.

"The Holy Lord of the Great Waste Gate does not bring saints? Just one person?" Looking at the Holy Lord of the Great Waste Gate, some people in the crowd couldn't help but wonder.

Indeed, the Lord of the Great Waste Gate who came alone is really too mysterious and strange. He does not come alone with the saints. This is also the first person among the Holy Lord. Is this person so confident in his strength? Even so, is the Great Waste Gate so reassured about this Holy Lord? I think about it, but no one can make it.

After the saint of the wilderness gate, Mushanyu, came here, he didn't say a word and invisibly glanced at everyone. The Mushan rain came towards Jiachen, but obviously not for Jiachen, but because there were few people here, secluded, and made a slight sound with the weeds. The twilight rain, the saint of the Great Waste Gate, sat peacefully in a remote place near Jiachen in the eyes of the public, without saying a word from beginning to end.

At this point, the 13th Holy Lord of the thirteen states has not been missed, and all the important figures in the north of the sky and stars have arrived. Looking at the saints with different personalities, everyone can't help but look forward to it. Under such a powerful lineup, this thirteen saints invisibly makes many people feel reassured. Well, I'm not that scared anymore.

After a thousand years, the famous Biyun Mountains are about to return to life. Exactly 5,000 years later, the thirteen great saints of the thirteen states in the north of Tianmang star finally gathered again before this Biyun Mountains. Such a formation greeted the Biyun Mountains at such a special moment. At this moment, everyone's attention is close Zhang is looking forward to the appearance of that moment!