NOVEL NEXT Tian Yuan
Chapter 714 The Great Council of Heroes
Dizhou, facing the star field.
One of the nine core areas.
Penglai Mountain Villa.
In order not to break the etiquette, a huge palace was specially built, which can accommodate millions of monks without feeling crowded.
This palace is called Guangxian Hall, gorgeous and brilliant, full of dignity.
Time passed quickly, and several years passed in a blink of an eye.
It was only five years before the meeting of the Council of Heroes.
Some of the great powers have already arrived at the Guangxian Hall, closed their eyes and rested their minds, waiting for the start of the meeting.
"Sun Daoyou, it has been more than [-] years since we last met, how fast!"
Someone is saying hello, politely, with a false smile.
"It is said that the relic of Xianyao Sword Master in the ancient world is the ancestor of the Dongli Sword Sect. Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Dongli Sword Sect has such a great background."
A group of monks were drinking fine wine and talking about major events in the world.
"We have passed it down to this day, and there has never been a ruthless person in any ancestor."
The old man who said this had a haughty expression on his face.
"I hope that through this meeting, the problem of Moyuan can be properly resolved."
I don't know who it is, such a sentence popped up suddenly.
In an instant, the atmosphere in Guangxian Hall became a little weird, and the monks who were still chatting and laughing immediately stopped talking.For those who are going to taste wine, the wine glass is hanging in the air, neither is it to put it down, nor is it to drink it, which is a little embarrassing.
Moyuan, what a headache!
The scene was stalemate for a few breaths, and soon returned to normal.
Everyone looked indifferent, but they couldn't help worrying in their hearts, and the sorrow in the depths of their eyes didn't decrease but increased.
Many people thought to themselves, can this meeting really solve Mo Yuan?
Everyone knows that the possibility of success is very small.
It's not because of insufficient strength, but because each has his own selfishness and is unwilling to do his best.
If most people are like Qingzong and directly fill in their lives, the gap can always be filled.
It's a pity that no one who has cultivated human essence for tens of thousands of years wants to sacrifice his life for others. The older he gets, the more he is afraid of death, and he refuses to let the status and glory gained through hard work in this life be reduced to nothing.
If it weren't for the evil thoughts that crossed the Star Sea of Myriad Realms this time, it would have affected the interests of many forces.It is absolutely impossible to facilitate this meeting of the heroes of the heavens.
Even if the crisis is brought to the surface, there are still many first-class forces who are unwilling to come and sit and watch the situation become more chaotic.These people's minds are very simple. They always feel that the sky is falling and there are tall people supporting them, and they are unwilling to contribute.
"People from the Northern Wilderness, here they come!"
A few days later, a terrible aura came from a distance, approaching Penglai Mountain Villa.
Penglai's high-level executives came forward and greeted them with smiles: "You Daoist Yu, it's been a long time."
The person who came was Yu Chenran from the Daoyi Academy, and behind him were thousands of powerful men from various forces in the Northern Wilderness.Among them, those with the worst cultivation bases are all in the early stage of Mahayana.
This time, the discussion of the heroes, a little exaggeration, is unprecedented.
Venerable Du Jie was not qualified to participate, so he stood aside.
Only Mahayana has the ability to go to the Demon Abyss and play a little role.
"Where's the ancestor of Penglai? Won't you come out to welcome guests?"
Yu Chenran put his hands behind his back and didn't take the elder in front of him seriously.
The relationship between Daoyi Academy and the many sects of the Imperial State is not very good, there is no need to be polite and confront each other.
"The ancestor is old, and he will appear when the meeting starts."
Although the elder felt slighted, he didn't dare to show it, and still said with a smile on his face.
"Since you're about to sit down, go straight to the Demon Abyss, fill in the gap, and make up for your mistakes. It's useless to hide in a dark corner all the time."
Yu Chenran spoke like a knife, piercing his heart.
For these words, the high-level officials of Penglai Villa did not dare to get angry.
Because they are not qualified.
Yu Chenran is the Venerable Shenqiao, extremely honorable.
Looking at the huge Penglai Mountain Villa, only the ancestors of Penglai can sit on an equal footing with it.The rest, if they dared to offend Venerable Shenqiao, they deserved their death.
"Go in and sit down!"
Yu Chenran turned his head and said something to the people behind him, and strode towards Guangxian Hall.
With the entry of the heroes of the Northern Wilderness, Guangxian Hall immediately became quiet, no one dared to discuss loudly, they could only mutter in a low voice, secretly watching the direction of the Northern Wilderness people.
Everyone present knew Yu Chenran's temperament.
Love tea, hot personality.
When Chen Qingyuan was oppressed by the forces of the Dizhou, Yu Chenran killed him alone, which made many holy places in the Dizhou uneasy and disgraced.
Sitting in Yajing's seat, Yu Chenran put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and meditated.
Some of the old men behind it were famous all over the world.For example: the ancestor of Misty Palace, the old Patriarch of the Song family of the ancient clan.
A few months later, another group of strong men arrived.
Forces from the Southern Territory.
Ewha Palace is the leader, followed by thousands of chariots.
Docking in this starry sky is very spectacular.
Countless pairs of eyes cast their gazes, startled again and again.
"Following the order of the Palace Master, come to the appointment."
The Lord of the Pear Blossom Palace did not come, but sent a Taishang Patriarch instead.
Liu Nansheng must sit in the southern region to prevent accidents.
Letting an ancestor at the peak of Mahayana come forward, has given enough face to the forces of Dizhou, and can also represent the attitude of Ewha Palace.
"Welcome fellow daoists, please come in quickly."
Penglai Mountain Villa opens the gate to welcome distinguished guests.
The place of discussion was decided here, and it was decided by lottery drawn by the heroes of the Imperial State.
Two years later, Dongtu Buddhism came.
Naturally, the old monk would not show up. Like the case of Palace Mistress Lihua, he would sit in Dongtu to prevent the younger generation from taking the opportunity to make trouble.
It is enough for a Zen master and more than ten eminent monks to come.
At the same time, there are other forces in Dongtu that follow.
As the meeting approached, no one from Xijiang had been seen for a long time.
Obviously, Xijiang does not intend to participate.
For these top powerhouses, it takes a few years to meditate with eyes closed and play the command room.
Time passed bit by bit, and the day finally arrived.
Those old things in Dizhou finally stopped hiding in the dark and damp corners. They tidied up their clothes, tore apart the void, and fell from the sky in a high-profile manner, landing in the central area of Guangxian Hall.
Currently, there are only 34 top sects in the Imperial State.
All representatives were dispatched and gathered together.
Ancestor Penglai, Ancestor Zhaixing, Old Man Wudao and others, all the monks couldn't help but take a few more glances and respect in their hearts because of their beautiful appearance and immortal demeanor.
However, these old men are not the masters.
The person who really led the opening of this meeting was a strong man in the Kunlun world.
An old man dressed in purple, holding a cane, looked old, staggered, and came through the air.
His name is Dongfang Yu, the Venerable of the Six Steps of Shenqiao.
In the Kunlun realm, the strongest other than the realm lord.
"senior."
Many people stood up one after another and bowed to Dongfang Yu, not daring to offend him.
"Fellow daoists, please sit down, there is no need to be polite."
Dongfang Yu seems kind and humble, but he enjoys this honor very much.
Many monks flattered and praised constantly.
"Okay." Yu Chenran couldn't bear this disgusting scene, opened his eyes suddenly, and said sharply: "I'm not here to see your hypocrisy, so hurry up and get down to business."
One of the nine core areas.
Penglai Mountain Villa.
In order not to break the etiquette, a huge palace was specially built, which can accommodate millions of monks without feeling crowded.
This palace is called Guangxian Hall, gorgeous and brilliant, full of dignity.
Time passed quickly, and several years passed in a blink of an eye.
It was only five years before the meeting of the Council of Heroes.
Some of the great powers have already arrived at the Guangxian Hall, closed their eyes and rested their minds, waiting for the start of the meeting.
"Sun Daoyou, it has been more than [-] years since we last met, how fast!"
Someone is saying hello, politely, with a false smile.
"It is said that the relic of Xianyao Sword Master in the ancient world is the ancestor of the Dongli Sword Sect. Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Dongli Sword Sect has such a great background."
A group of monks were drinking fine wine and talking about major events in the world.
"We have passed it down to this day, and there has never been a ruthless person in any ancestor."
The old man who said this had a haughty expression on his face.
"I hope that through this meeting, the problem of Moyuan can be properly resolved."
I don't know who it is, such a sentence popped up suddenly.
In an instant, the atmosphere in Guangxian Hall became a little weird, and the monks who were still chatting and laughing immediately stopped talking.For those who are going to taste wine, the wine glass is hanging in the air, neither is it to put it down, nor is it to drink it, which is a little embarrassing.
Moyuan, what a headache!
The scene was stalemate for a few breaths, and soon returned to normal.
Everyone looked indifferent, but they couldn't help worrying in their hearts, and the sorrow in the depths of their eyes didn't decrease but increased.
Many people thought to themselves, can this meeting really solve Mo Yuan?
Everyone knows that the possibility of success is very small.
It's not because of insufficient strength, but because each has his own selfishness and is unwilling to do his best.
If most people are like Qingzong and directly fill in their lives, the gap can always be filled.
It's a pity that no one who has cultivated human essence for tens of thousands of years wants to sacrifice his life for others. The older he gets, the more he is afraid of death, and he refuses to let the status and glory gained through hard work in this life be reduced to nothing.
If it weren't for the evil thoughts that crossed the Star Sea of Myriad Realms this time, it would have affected the interests of many forces.It is absolutely impossible to facilitate this meeting of the heroes of the heavens.
Even if the crisis is brought to the surface, there are still many first-class forces who are unwilling to come and sit and watch the situation become more chaotic.These people's minds are very simple. They always feel that the sky is falling and there are tall people supporting them, and they are unwilling to contribute.
"People from the Northern Wilderness, here they come!"
A few days later, a terrible aura came from a distance, approaching Penglai Mountain Villa.
Penglai's high-level executives came forward and greeted them with smiles: "You Daoist Yu, it's been a long time."
The person who came was Yu Chenran from the Daoyi Academy, and behind him were thousands of powerful men from various forces in the Northern Wilderness.Among them, those with the worst cultivation bases are all in the early stage of Mahayana.
This time, the discussion of the heroes, a little exaggeration, is unprecedented.
Venerable Du Jie was not qualified to participate, so he stood aside.
Only Mahayana has the ability to go to the Demon Abyss and play a little role.
"Where's the ancestor of Penglai? Won't you come out to welcome guests?"
Yu Chenran put his hands behind his back and didn't take the elder in front of him seriously.
The relationship between Daoyi Academy and the many sects of the Imperial State is not very good, there is no need to be polite and confront each other.
"The ancestor is old, and he will appear when the meeting starts."
Although the elder felt slighted, he didn't dare to show it, and still said with a smile on his face.
"Since you're about to sit down, go straight to the Demon Abyss, fill in the gap, and make up for your mistakes. It's useless to hide in a dark corner all the time."
Yu Chenran spoke like a knife, piercing his heart.
For these words, the high-level officials of Penglai Villa did not dare to get angry.
Because they are not qualified.
Yu Chenran is the Venerable Shenqiao, extremely honorable.
Looking at the huge Penglai Mountain Villa, only the ancestors of Penglai can sit on an equal footing with it.The rest, if they dared to offend Venerable Shenqiao, they deserved their death.
"Go in and sit down!"
Yu Chenran turned his head and said something to the people behind him, and strode towards Guangxian Hall.
With the entry of the heroes of the Northern Wilderness, Guangxian Hall immediately became quiet, no one dared to discuss loudly, they could only mutter in a low voice, secretly watching the direction of the Northern Wilderness people.
Everyone present knew Yu Chenran's temperament.
Love tea, hot personality.
When Chen Qingyuan was oppressed by the forces of the Dizhou, Yu Chenran killed him alone, which made many holy places in the Dizhou uneasy and disgraced.
Sitting in Yajing's seat, Yu Chenran put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and meditated.
Some of the old men behind it were famous all over the world.For example: the ancestor of Misty Palace, the old Patriarch of the Song family of the ancient clan.
A few months later, another group of strong men arrived.
Forces from the Southern Territory.
Ewha Palace is the leader, followed by thousands of chariots.
Docking in this starry sky is very spectacular.
Countless pairs of eyes cast their gazes, startled again and again.
"Following the order of the Palace Master, come to the appointment."
The Lord of the Pear Blossom Palace did not come, but sent a Taishang Patriarch instead.
Liu Nansheng must sit in the southern region to prevent accidents.
Letting an ancestor at the peak of Mahayana come forward, has given enough face to the forces of Dizhou, and can also represent the attitude of Ewha Palace.
"Welcome fellow daoists, please come in quickly."
Penglai Mountain Villa opens the gate to welcome distinguished guests.
The place of discussion was decided here, and it was decided by lottery drawn by the heroes of the Imperial State.
Two years later, Dongtu Buddhism came.
Naturally, the old monk would not show up. Like the case of Palace Mistress Lihua, he would sit in Dongtu to prevent the younger generation from taking the opportunity to make trouble.
It is enough for a Zen master and more than ten eminent monks to come.
At the same time, there are other forces in Dongtu that follow.
As the meeting approached, no one from Xijiang had been seen for a long time.
Obviously, Xijiang does not intend to participate.
For these top powerhouses, it takes a few years to meditate with eyes closed and play the command room.
Time passed bit by bit, and the day finally arrived.
Those old things in Dizhou finally stopped hiding in the dark and damp corners. They tidied up their clothes, tore apart the void, and fell from the sky in a high-profile manner, landing in the central area of Guangxian Hall.
Currently, there are only 34 top sects in the Imperial State.
All representatives were dispatched and gathered together.
Ancestor Penglai, Ancestor Zhaixing, Old Man Wudao and others, all the monks couldn't help but take a few more glances and respect in their hearts because of their beautiful appearance and immortal demeanor.
However, these old men are not the masters.
The person who really led the opening of this meeting was a strong man in the Kunlun world.
An old man dressed in purple, holding a cane, looked old, staggered, and came through the air.
His name is Dongfang Yu, the Venerable of the Six Steps of Shenqiao.
In the Kunlun realm, the strongest other than the realm lord.
"senior."
Many people stood up one after another and bowed to Dongfang Yu, not daring to offend him.
"Fellow daoists, please sit down, there is no need to be polite."
Dongfang Yu seems kind and humble, but he enjoys this honor very much.
Many monks flattered and praised constantly.
"Okay." Yu Chenran couldn't bear this disgusting scene, opened his eyes suddenly, and said sharply: "I'm not here to see your hypocrisy, so hurry up and get down to business."
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