Chapter 705 Peach Event 3

Time passed quickly. More than two months have passed in a blink of an eye. The Ghost King originally wanted to leave, but he couldn't stand Zhuge's retention and planned to stay and see this peach event together. In addition, the ghost king also knows that the four old emperors have to deal with their younger brothers, and it is a little uneasy for Zhuge Buo to fight alone.

"It's almost time." Zhuge Buleang stood in front of the gate of the mixed world demon city, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Dad, Elder Gu Tong, please come over." Zhuge Tian boarded the gate.

Zhuge nodded his head, appeared directly in the heavenly palace, and walked into the peach garden.

As soon as he entered the peach garden, Zhuge Fuliang suddenly felt the vigorous spiritual power coming to his face, like a tide. On the ancestral root of the peach tree, ten golden fruits are dazzling. Zhuge Buteng is more familiar with this kind of fruit. It is the peach.

Gu Tong stood under the tree with an excited face. Seeing Zhuge Bright coming, he said, "Let me tell you, in two and a half months, under the irrigation of chaotic gas, ten peaches have taken shape. By the way, I heard from Tianer that you are going to hold a peach party and feast your enemies. What's going on?

Zhuge Fuliang smiled and said, "Nothing, peaches are so precious. Of course, they should be shared with others."

"Share with others? I'm afraid you have a damn idea." Gu Tong looked at Zhuge Fuliang with a smile.

The deadline of the Peach Festival is getting closer and closer. Now the whole Honghuang Fairyland is focusing on this important conference. Everyone knows that this is not a simple banquet, and it is likely to evolve into a war, and this war is related to the survival of the four old emperors and Zhuge Bliang.

In addition to the four old emperors, the Eight Wasteland Sect, Xiaoyue Sect, Taiyi Immortal Sect, Jiuyang Immortal Sect, Bixiao Holy Land and other six major religious immortals have also received invitations. They had no choice but to go to the banquet. And the four old emperors have no way out. If they don't keep the appointment, it will definitely create the illusion that they are afraid of Zhuge.

"Father, they are coming." Zhuge Tian stood beside Zhuge Fuliang and said.

"Ye-huh, go and receive a little." Zhuge said that he turned around and walked into the heavenly palace.

In front of the gate of the Magic City, a road paved with golden light leads directly to the outside world to meet the strong people from all sides. Liu Mang, Hua Yaoren, Lu Zihan, Zhuge Tian, Zhuge Yufeng and the children of the Zhuge family are waiting here one after another.

In the distant sky, an auspicious cloud flies, and there are about hundreds of practitioners above the clouds. The flags are fluttering, and the symbols of the Eight Waste Religions are clearly marked.

"The head of the Eight Wastes Church came to the banquet!" From afar, a burly middle-aged man stood at the front, looking coldly at a group of people from the Zhuge family.

"Please press the falling cloud!" Above the city gate, Gu Tong stood proudly and waved it casually. A powerful force of oppression fell from the sky. He had set up a formation here in order to beware of the chaos of the great sect Xianmen.

The huge pressure fell, and the people of the Eight Waste Religion suddenly felt a majesty from the half-step immortals and had to fall down. Some people can't even stand the oppression and fall from the air.

"What do you mean? We come to the banquet. Is this the hospitality of your Zhuge family? Or is it that there was a conspiracy at this banquet? The head of the Eight Wasteland Religion took a step forward and shouted with his eyebrows and eyes.

"I'm afraid you can't go." Liu Mang sneered.

"Afraid of you? Humph! Let's go in!" The head of the Eight Wasteland Sect sneered and broke in with hundreds of disciples of the Eight Wastes Sect with a wave of his hand.

"Where's the invitation?" Liu Mang stopped in front of him.

The head of the Bahuang Sect stared at Liu Mang fiercely and took out a vermilion post, which was painted with a golden peach.

He raised the invitation in his hand, and said, "You can go in now. Let's go."

"Wait!" Liu Mang said, "Since you have an invitation, I will invite you to go in alone. The Zhuge family is responsible for guarding the Heavenly Palace. This is the holy place. How can those pigs and dogs go in!"

"Fit! Who are you talking about most!" The two elders who came with the nature of the Eight Wasteland Sect and the children of the Eight Wastes Sect were blue-faced and their swords were drawn.

"Grandson, do you say that others are worthy of you?" The hooligan smiled and said, "If you are afraid, you can go back. Anyway, this is also your consistent style!"

"Presumptuous!" Several elders of the Eighths Religion stood up, and the strong majesty enveloped Liu Mang.

"Humph!" Liu Mang is not willing to show weakness. Now his cultivation is in the peak of not being too virtual. He is half a step away from immortals. Few practitioners of the same level can subdue him, so he is not afraid and release his majesty to compete with it.

"The Holy Land of the Heavenly Palace is actually a wild place!" At this time, Gu Tong shouted loudly at the gate, and the oppressive power of the half-step immortal fell, which suddenly shook out several elders of the Eighths Sect and did not dare to speak immediately. After all, a half-step fairy could not afford to provoke.

"Okay! I'll go in alone!" The head of the Eight Wastes Sect frowned and snorted coldly, "Anyway, the four old emperors will come at that time. I don't understand that they dare to do anything!"

After saying that, the Eight Wastes Church entered the mixed world demon city alone. As for the people of the Eight Wasteland Religions, they were blocked outside.

Not long after a while, several swords flew in the distant air, and more than a dozen amazing fairies fell down. The leading person was the evening rain dust that had not been seen for many years. Now she is the suzerain of Xiaoyue Sect.

"Twilight Fairy, I won't say any more nonsense. Only those who hold invitations can enter, and others can only wait here."

After all, beautiful women still have the effect of beautiful women. Look at Liu Mang, it is obvious that his speech has become much softer.

Mu Yuchen was not as wordy as the head of the Eight Wastes Religion. He hummed softly and walked in directly with an invitation.

In the following time, the practitioners of the Great Sect Xianmen came one after another, and almost every Da Sect Xianmen came from a heavyweight figure.

At this time, three powerful breaths approached, and Gu Tong on the gate raised his eyebrows slightly and looked into the distant sky. The three figures are approaching in the blink of an eye. It is the old Eastern Emperor, the Old Southern Emperor and the Old Western Emperor.

"Where is Zhuge Fuliang?" The old Eastern Emperor's voice was majestic, and the faint half-step immortal's majesty was released.

Gu Tong rose from the sky. He was not afraid at all, who was also a half-step fairy. He said, "He is already waiting in the city. Please, please."

"Huh! I'd like to see what he can do!" The old emperor sneered, and the three of them quickly entered the mixed magic city.

Not long after that, there were three figures flying in the distant air again, and the leading person was a middle-aged man. If Zhuge is not bright at this time, he will be surprised to find that these three people are the emperors of the northern region who came out of the small extreme sky and embarrassed themselves many times.

"Your Excellency the Northern Emperor, these two people don't seem to be invited." Gu Tong said lightly.

"What? They are my friends. Isn't that enough? The Northern Emperor sneered slightly.

"Not enough." And Gu Tong's answer is also very simple: "This is the Heavenly Palace. If there is no invitation, even if the real immortal comes, you have to stop!"

"Oh? That's ridiculous! Hahahahaha~~" The Northern Emperor laughed and said, "It's really ridiculous. Does Zhuge Butliang really think he is the Immortal Emperor? If I want to come, do I have to get his approval?"

"Ha ha ha~~~" Gu Tong laughed and said, "He doesn't have this right, but as a guardian of the Heavenly Palace, I still have this right."

"So you don't give me face." A cold light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Northern Emperor.

"How much is your face worth?" Gu Tong laughed.

"You..."

Even the Northern Emperor himself did not expect that someone would dare to speak to him like this. Gu Tong really said the best and did not leave any respect for the Northern Emperor. After all, he has no reason to be afraid of the Northern Emperor. He thinks that no one can order him directly except for the real immortals. Even Zhuge Butliang is just emotional assistance.

"We are going to enter the Zhuge family, not the Heavenly Palace." A half-step immortal standing next to the Northern Emperor said.

At this time, a voice came from the mixed world demon city: "Gu Tong, since they are all old friends, let them in. I also want to catch up with these old friends."

Although the sound is not too loud, it spreads all over everyone's ears.

Gu Tong spread out his hands and said, "Since the owners of the family have said so, you can go in. But please remember that if you dare to break into the Heavenly Palace, I will kill you regardless of whether you are an emperor or not!"

"Humph!" The Northern Emperor stared at Gu Tong with a smile and entered the mixed magic city with the two half-step immortals behind him.

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In the main hall of the mixed world demon city, a banquet has been set up at this moment. Those practitioners of the great sect immortals who came to the banquet, four old emperors and two half-step immortals sat down one after another. The jade table is full of all kinds of delicacies and Xianlu wine.

On the other side, there are two people sitting, Ghost King and Zhuge Ming.

In addition to the half-step immortals, these invited people are great teachers. Their eyesight is naturally extraordinary. At a glance, they know that the ghost king and Zhuge Ming's cultivation are in the realm of half-step immortals, and they can't help talking in a low voice.

"Two more half-step immortals. When did the Zhuge family have so many masters?"

"Yes, including the previous one, plus Zhuge Buliang, they already have four half-step immortals. This kind of force looks at the whole Honghuang Fairyland, which great religion immortals can be compared with?"

"Huh! What are you afraid of? There are four old emperors and two predecessors here. If you really start, you won't be afraid of them.

In the voice of everyone's discussion, the old Southern Emperor couldn't stand up and shouted, "What's wrong? Does Zhuge Bliang still want to be decent? So many of us are waiting for him. Isn't he a little too serious about himself?

Zhuge Ming closed his eyes and seemed to have no intention of speaking.

The ghost king said, "Your Excellency, my brother has gone to the peach garden to pick peaches. You are still waiting for a moment."

"Who are you?" The old Southern Emperor Leng stared at the Ghost King.

"Me? Ha ha, my name may not be known by Mr. Nanhuang, and I have no intention to say it. The ghost king smiled and suddenly raised his head and looked at the old southern emperor. Mars can be clearly seen flashing in the air.

The old Southern Emperor was slightly surprised. From the ghost king, he actually felt a breath that was not weaker than himself.

"You have been waiting for a long time."

At this time, in the hall, Zhuge Fuliang appeared silently on the main seat in the center, looking at the people of the great sect Xianmen and the four old emperors with a smile.