A great banquet for sky hunting, once every thousand years.

A big banquet is in front and a hunting sky is in back.

According to convention, the place of the feast is located in the Ming River at the foot of the Destiny Mountain.

To go to the Mingxi River, you must first pass through the gate of fate.

At this moment, a large number of monks from the ten tribes who attended the banquet, holy chariots, bone sedans, ghost ships... were gathered in dense arrangements, and released a series of powerful and boundless auras of great saints, all showing their strength with holy power.

The camps of the ten clans are clearly divided.

When the Blood Heaven tribe arrived, it attracted the attention of many monks.

Among them, the Seven Star Imperial Palace, carried by the Eighteen Six Tribulation Ghost Kings, is the most eye-catching, causing shock and amazement from all parties.

The eighth son of the Ghost Lord, Jun, looked cold and said, "Turn the Six Tribulations Ghost King to carry the palace. The Blood Heaven tribe is clearly provoking our ghost clan, and is not afraid of being jointly suppressed by the entire ghost clan."

"In the past, the Blood Heaven Tribe suffered repeated losses in our hands, resulting in the last of the ten Immortal Blood Tribes and the least resources were allocated. In the Blood Heaven Tribe, from the gods to the low-level monks, they all had resentment towards us. It is normal for the Blood Heaven God to arrange this way." Wu Qing smiled jokingly.

The grudge between the Blood-Earth God of War and the Ghost Lord is well-known in the Hell Realm.

As a result, every time the cultivators in the Earth Demon Ghost City were deliberately targeting the Blood Heaven Tribe.

Although the strength of the Ghost Lord is not as good as the God of Blood War, the strength of the Earth Demon Ghost City is far superior to that of the Blood Heaven Tribe.

It is worth mentioning that the Earth Demon Ghost City ranks third among the nine ghost cities of the Ghost Clan, second only to the "Fengdu Ghost City" and the "Impermanent Ghost City".

The Ghost Lord is the lord of the Earth Demon Ghost City, who commands the seventy-two Yin Realms and 100,000 ghost stars.

Jue stared at the Seven Stars Palace and said, "It seems that the last few great banquets of the sky hunting festivals, the Blood Heaven War God was so angry that he was so confused that he bet heavily on Zhang Ruochen, a disaster star who is all enemies in the world. This year's great banquet of the sky hunting festivals, the heroic name of the Blood Heaven God is destined to be destroyed. The Blood Heaven tribe will be destroyed into the abyss and will continue to sink for thousands of years."

Jun said: "The Blood Heaven Tribe has produced a Yu Emperor, who has the strength to impact the top ten of the Hundred Shackle Realm Great Perfections, and is probably not as easy to deal with as before."

Wu Hu was very confident, with his eyes showing his sharpness and said, "But this year, I have appeared in the Earth Demon Ghost City."

In the past, the most powerful person in the ghost clan came from the Fengdu Ghost City or the Impermanent Ghost City. This year is an exception, and Wushu became the most powerful person in the ghost clan.

It can be said that the shui represents not only the Earth Demon Ghost City, but also the entire ghost clan. It is the most talented and powerful existence that stands out from hundreds of millions of ghost cultivators in thousands of years.

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The Seven Star Imperial Palace landed on Wujin Square. Zhang Ruochen sat in the hall. The palace gate was fully opened. You could see the door of fate in the distance when you looked up.

The doors made of tens of thousands of star cores are carved with various runes, some burning like magma, and some flowing with blood-colored patterns.

The Gate of Destiny emits white light, forming a layer of light curtain.

The light on the light curtain seems to be able to travel to the past and the future, giving people a mysterious feeling.

"This is the legendary gate of fate!"

Lianxi, Zhou Zhen, Chong, Shentu Yunkong all felt dreamy. He had never dared to imagine that as a monk in the Heavenly Court, one day he could stand under the Mount of Destiny and look up at the gate of Destiny at close range.

"Legendary: As long as you pass the door of fate, you can get the baptism of fate, and the rules of fate can be automatically born in your body and become a monk of the way of fate."

"There are very few monks who are qualified to enter the Gate of Destiny in the Hell Realm. Will we have this qualification today?"

Not only them, but all the servants, maids, relatives and friends brought by the banquet showed joyful expressions, and the excitement in their hearts could not be calmed down.

"Crazy."

At this time, a golden holy carriage walked to the side of the Seven Stars Palace.

Bring a light and charming fragrance.

The wind queen was wearing a golden silk mask, her white skin appeared faintly, and her eyes as bright as blood-colored amber were exposed outside the veil. She stared at Zhang Ruochen in the hall and said, "Sage Ruochen, we are meeting again!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly to her in response.

Feng Hou did not show an unhappy expression because of his indifference and said, "The Great Sage Ruochen is the leader of the Blood Heaven Tribe, but he has never participated in the Immortal Blood Clan's convention banquet. He has also rejected the invitation and visits of the Queen many times. Such an out-of-fight attitude is probably not conducive to the cooperation at the Sky Hunting Banquet."

Zhang Ruochen admired Fenghou's cunning and character quite admired.

No matter how she treats her, she can maintain a kind attitude, and there is no trace of dissatisfaction or hatred. It simply shows the flexibility of a woman to the extreme.

However, the more this happens, Zhang Ruochen becomes more vigilant about Fenghou.

A woman's heart is hard to predict.

A powerful woman who can perfectly hide her true inner emotions is even more difficult to predict.

Since he promised the Blood-Death God of War and had to complete the two conditions proposed by the gods of the Immortal Blood Clan, Zhang Ruochen could no longer ignore Fenghou like before.

At least this sky hunting banquet, the cooperation between the two of them will be very close.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Ruochen's mind and said, "In the past, it was indeed my fault. If Fenghou didn't mind, he could go to the Seven Star Imperial Palace to discuss. We are still too late to discuss it now, right?"

"The great sage Ruochen invites me to the present, I am honored."

Under the eyes of countless monks, Fenghou walked into the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

"Wow—"

On the walls of the palace, dense Great Saint inscriptions and divine patterns emerged to prevent other monks from exploring.

The monks from other tribes of the Immortal Vampire all showed an angry expression, thinking that Feng Hou attached too much importance to Zhang Ruochen. A guy as unrestrained and rude as Zhang Ruochen should have a hard lesson instead of blindly getting close to him and catering to him.

Of course, the reason they are so angry is because of jealousy.

Fenghou can be said to be the beautiful wife that all the monks of the immortal blood clan dream of marrying, but most of them, no matter how hard they try, they find it difficult to get the opportunity to be looked at by Fenghou.

Only the leaders of major tribes knew that Feng Hou did this, which was a helpless move.

They have received the news that Zhang Ruochen will become the only monk in the Immortal Vampire who is in charge of the Supreme Holy Artifact. In this way, his weight in the Immortal Vampire will become extremely important.

Although, Fenghou represents the interests of the lower three tribes.

However, the Shura tribe and the Rakshasa tribe are in a competitive relationship with the Immortal Vampire. At the Sky-hunting Banquet, the support for the Wind Queen is definitely quite limited.

Therefore, the Fenghou must strive for the greatest support within the Immortal Vampire.

Zhang Ruochen became the target she had to fight for.

Fenghou is a very charming and stunning woman. She wears gold and silver and is jewel-like, but she does not make people feel vulgar. That luxurious temperament and elegant demeanor will make men feel a strong desire to conquer.

The wind-felt figure is tall, with a straight peak, and the skin is so delicate that it seems to be able to squeeze out water. He stands straight in the center of the hall and looks at Zhang Ruochen sitting above.

The light from the entire palace gathered on her.

Lianxi is known as one of the most beautiful women in the heavenly court and is the goddess in the dream of countless creatures. However, at this moment, she feels that the brilliance on her body is snatched away by the wind queen, and a faint feeling of inferiority.

Fenghou opened the right path and said, "At the Heavenly Hunting Banquet, I need the support of the Great Sage Ruochen to do my best. The interests of the two of us are tied to the same boat, and there is no monk, and the relationship between us is closer than ours."

Zhang Ruochen put down the volume in his hand and said, "Oh? Queen Feng actually valued me, a cultivator with only half of the bloodline of the Immortal Blood Clan, so much?"

The Fenghou's eyes were as bright as stars, but his tone was a little sad, and he said helplessly: "Even the Blood God of War values ​​you, how can I underestimate you? Besides, you are my only choice. Whether I want to or not, I have to place my hope on you."

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly: "Did the Fenghou say so to every supporter?"

Fenghou shook his head gently and said with a gloomy look: "Supporter, who are you talking about?"

"Didn't the Sword Prison Emperor count?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Feng Hou said: "The Qitian tribe where the Sword Prison Emperor is located is ranked first among the top ten Immortal Vampire tribes. The Huangtian tribe ranking is either second or third. Therefore, the Huangtian tribe where the Queen is located is a potential competitive relationship with the Qitian tribe."

"Even if the Sword Prison Emperor supports me, he must first ensure that the Qitian tribe is ranked above the Huangtian tribe. With this layer of barrier, his support will be greatly reduced."

"The Great Sage of Jin Kun of the Qingtian Tribe and Yuetinghai of the Jingtian Tribe also have the same interests as the Huangtian Tribe."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were calm and said, "Where is the white jade crazy lion of the stone clan? As far as I know, its love for you has reached a point of madness. He once said that he would be your mount."

Fenghou smiled and shook his head: "No matter whether its so-called admiration is true or false. Just in terms of strength, it is far inferior to the Blood Heaven Tribe. Besides, can a monk from the Stone Clan really be fully trusted?"

"Why can Fenghou trust me again?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Feng Hou said: "The Blood Heaven Tribe is ranked last among the top ten tribes. Even if this Tian Hunting Banquet won the first place among the top ten tribes, the tribe's ranking will not be in the top three, and it will not threaten the Huangtian Tribe. Therefore, there is no competition for interests between our two tribes."

"Second, the Blood-Devouring God of War should have told you the conditions put forward by the gods of the Immortal Blood Clan. So, I have reason to believe that you will do your best to help me."

Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly, raised his lips and said, "Then, I'll ask a selfish question. What benefits can I get if I do my best to help you?"

This time, Fenghou took off his golden silk mask, and his delicate and flawless face was fully revealed. His red lips were moist and crystal clear, and his eccentric nose was straight and delicate. Just about beauty, he was definitely not inferior to Lianxi and Yuhuang.

She showed a stunning smile that surprised all living beings and said, "As long as you do your best to help me seize the position of goddess, a thousand years later, I can marry you as a wife. Even if I fail and fail to seize the position of goddess, I can marry you as a wife."

If other monks hear this sentence, they will be ecstatic and wish they could sacrifice their lives for the wind.

However, Zhang Ruochen just raised his eyelids gently, looking calm.

He didn't think that the wind would ruin his promise.

Instead, I remembered the words that the Great Sage Qing Sheng said, "If you condense two second-grade holy wills, I am afraid that those forces in the hell that have hatred against you will have to let go of their hatred and take the initiative to marry the proud daughter of the heavens in the clan to you."

Now that Zhang Ruochen has not yet broken through to the Hundred Shackle Realm, he has condensed a quasi-second-grade holy intention.

Most of the gods and Fenghou of the Huangtian tribe have known about this. If Fenghou fails to compete for the goddess and marry Zhang Ruochen, the great sage with the second-grade holy will, isn’t that a good belonging?

As for the successful competition and becoming a goddess, one must be cut off from love and desire for a thousand years.

Who can tell what happened a thousand years later?

It can be said that this promise from Fenghou seems to be erotic and charming, but in fact, it is not at all disadvantages.
To be continued...