Chapter 39 Out of Customs

The Heavenly Palace.

In the main hall, the dark crowd lined up on both sides, on the front chair in the wide hall. The suzerain Yushan sat in the middle of the hall, motionless and stable as Mount Tai.

Behind Yushan, several old men with white beards sat safely on the chair, with their whiskers dancing, and dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air. A wave of pressure permeated, and the crowd not far away stared at several old men nervously and curiously.

"Haha, I'm late!"

A heroic laugh came, and then I saw Nan Ion. Long Xinghu walked in, with high spirits, and a sense of heroism between his eyebrows spewed out, as if he was hundreds of years younger. Behind him, a obscene figure looked at Nan ion with resentment. If Nalan Zhouyi was here, he would have been surprised. This person It was the strange uncle in the Trivial Hall, who looked like a spoiled and resentful look, like an abandoned resentful woman.

The high-in-moment Nanion stood there, with a straight body and a feeling of uprightness. On the contrary, the deep and strange uncle, with shrinking and blurred eyes, the two stood together, quite a little yin and one yang, with an excellent match, which was eye-catching.

Yushan, who was high, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the arrival of Nanion. On Gujing's waveless face, a smile rippled.

"Quiet!"

The sound was not loud, but it spread to every corner. Suddenly, the noisy noise was solemn and completely quieted down.

"South ion, this time you have successfully refined Yuanying elixir and made great contributions to the sect. With this batch of Yuanying elixir, we will definitely add a batch of elders in the Yuanying period within a hundred years. This time you have made great contributions. On behalf of the sect, I will give you a treasure. You can go to the treasure house and take out one. Treasure, optional!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of inhaling in the hall came one after another.

"Thank you, Lord!" Nan ion's comfortable face suddenly felt a little wonderful, and the divine color flew, and a silent breath permeated between talking and laughing.

"Congratulations, Nan Ion. I didn't expect you to make such a great contribution this time. I want to take your blessing. Yuanying will be successful." Mu Deacon came over to congratulate him with a smile on his face. He was usually excited on his face.

"Yes, Lao Nan, I have long wanted to choose a treasure in the treasure house. I have worked hard for the phantom sword in it for so long, and I haven't found it yet." Usually extremely rigid, serious bitter sword, also smiling at Nanion, sour tone, hateful and hateful.

"Yes, Lao Nan, I'm jealous now. You said that you were a good apprentice a few years ago, and now I guess you have cultivated it. Now you have made such great achievements, any treasure, tut... I don't know which piece of shit you have guessed!" Xiang ion saw Nan ion's vigorous appearance, and his resentful eyes stared at Nan ion. Looking at this appearance, he was more aggrieved than the strange uncle.

"Well, Lao Nan, Lao Nan keeps screaming, and he is still a 'village'... We are just lucky and strong, and you can't be jealous. Hey hey, if you want treasures, go and get your own achievements!"

South ion can be said to be in the limelight, and he is rude to these old friends. It's so cheap and good. It's really itchy.

"Okay, everyone be quiet!" Yushan is not angry and self-righteous. Although his cultivation is not the highest, he has accumulated power for many years. Among the five shapes, a majesty and domineering belonging to the superiors, and even a group of old people behind him are also solemn.

"Today, we will gather everyone, and there are still big things to talk about. Presumably, everyone here will understand that the great disaster of the 500-year world of cultivation is coming again. The magic road is rampant, and the magic attack is domineering. Wherever you go, life is ruined. Every time the magic road disaster, it will loot everything, harm all sentient beings in the three worlds of immortals and demons. We are ethereal and want to cultivate immortals. However, the road is ruthless, but humanity has love. There is also a great disaster, wind from the dragon, clouds from the tiger, I sent immortal disciples to die in the disaster, or in the disaster, emerge from the immortal world. But there should also be a detailed plan to preserve the disciples. Everyone can speak freely and face the disaster of the immortal world together.

Once in 500 years, every time, blood is flowing into rivers, blood is full of mountains, and a group of ancestors are buried in the vast fields. No matter how amazing it has ever been, in the end, it is only a dead body in the wilderness, and wild birds feed on it.

"It's another 500-year disaster in the cultivation of immortals... I think we should contact other sects first to form a major alliance. On the one hand, we can have comprehensive strength, and on the other hand, we can better deal with sudden attacks in the catastrophe!" The old man who spoke was obviously a predecessor who had experienced a disaster, and his eyebrows were worried.

"It's not good. If you form an alliance, sometimes you will inevitably be pushed to the forefront and act as cannon fodder." A well-developed man in the crowd shook his head at random and denied it. Whoever says that the limbs are developed, the mind will be simple.

"It's also! In the last disaster, the Huajianyue faction suffered heavy losses. In the end, they almost didn't even keep their foundation. Although Huajianyue's strength was worse than ours, it was also amazing. In the end, they almost lost the mountain gate. We can't make the same mistakes and fall into one step!"

"If you want me to say, we still contact several sects to form an offensive and defensive alliance. Usually, we still fight separately. If we encounter danger, we can attack at any time and form a hub channel between the sects, so that we can not only help each other, but also not affect the relationship between them..."

Nan ion seems to have eaten a fairy elixir. He has not only made a breakthrough in practice, but also has reached a higher level in alchemy. Unconsciously, his mind has broadened a lot. He is really happy when people have happy events.

"So good!"

"Very good!"

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For a while, the wind and clouds surged in the fairyland.

In all sects, all the high-level officials have fallen into a fierce expedition. Obviously, in the face of the 500-year-old disaster of the immortal world, no one can calm down.

I don't know how many disasters have been experienced in the 500-year disaster of the immortal world. I don't know when it started. From the beginning, it was for a consensus. Since ancient times, water and fire have not been invading, and all laws are inviolable.

It's just that all this has nothing to do with Nalan Zhouyi. At this time, Nalan Zhouyi sat quietly in the closed place, sitting cross-legged, motionless, lifeless, like a dead body. Suddenly, my fingers moved slightly. If anyone saw it, they would be shocked.

The white clouds are long and the stars are changing. At the sunset, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in the distance and came to the front of us. A soft sound cut through the night sky, with a flexible sound and waves.

Suddenly, a sea of illusory flowers disappeared without warning. An attic stood quietly. Looking at the sudden scene, the eyes of the crane fairy not far away lit up, and her eyes suddenly opened their eyes and went away. The door of the attic that appeared quietly opened, and a dark shadow wind hit it. The house suddenly beat eggs, banging, and there was a continuous sound, and two screams, which was even more miserable.

"Ah, damn it. What is it?

"Wo!!!"

~~~ It's not easy to finish writing, and it accidentally crashes, and it's all ruined. It's so miserable~~·