Shen Lang held a banquet for Guangtian Palace and invited all the senior officials of the Wan Yao Alliance and the well-known Mahayana monks in the Three Realms, as well as many of his friends and former acquaintances.

In addition to those familiar friends, Shen Lang also invited Gu Yuan, Yunfeng, Gu Yue, Lei Huang, Mad Vampire Emperor, Red Maple Emperor Empress, Jade-faced Boy, Bai Wei Saint, Fazhao Holy Monk, Black Prison, Black Snow Ji, Acai, Huo Wu, Qing Cang, Qing Yu, Lan Xian'er, Xiaodie, Xingsha, Lu Yuan, Shui Linglong, Fu'er, Ao Xiao, etc., to have former friends.

Even the leader of the True Dragon Clan, Jiang Yonglong, who never went out, came to attend the banquet in person, which gave Shen Lang a great face.

It is worth mentioning that the Chifeng Pagoda and Tianxu Temple in the northern region of the human race did not join the Protection Alliance. The three saints, the Master of Chifeng Pagoda, Lingxu Taoist and even Meng Shenjun, survived and were invited to attend the banquet.

In short, almost all the top masters from the Three Realms came for this banquet in Guangtian Palace.

The powerful monks gathered in Guangtian Palace, and the show was unprecedented and unparalleled.

"Thank you all for coming to Guangtian Palace for the banquet. This great disaster in the Three Realms depends entirely on your efforts. Chen will give you a glass to everyone first." Shen Lang stood up to toast.

"Shame, the person who works hard is Fellow Daoist Chen, and we are just benefiting from it."

"Fellow Daoist Chen takes the first prize, so don't be so polite."

"Hahaha, I think everyone will respect fellow Taoist Chen!"

The monks complimented for a while, then stood up one after another and gave Shen Lang a drink.

Today is different from the past. Shen Lang stands at the top of the Three Realms in terms of strength and status, and naturally all the monks said good things.

This feeling of being above and above made Shen Lang feel a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, when a person is in a high position, there are a group of people who are complimenting and flattering behind their backs. Shen Lang naturally understands this principle.

Shen Lang raised his wine glass, drank it all in one sip, and said, "I thank you for your respect for Chen, so you don't have to be too restricted today. Everyone should celebrate it."

Fengyang smiled and said, "Hahaha, everyone come and have a drink! At this banquet, Feng took out his boxed goods. Friends must taste it."

The monks at the banquet raised their glasses to drink together, and the atmosphere was very lively.

"Old Ancestor Fengyang, is this your box-in-one item? I thought it was a good wine, but it turned out that's all." After taking a few sips from Xueye, the Holy Lord said coldly, feeling quite disappointed.

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yang became a little interested and his eyes raised: "Do you have better treasures for Fellow Xueye? Why not take them out and taste them for me."

"It seems that today is for Xiao Wen Shen Lang to hold a banquet, so I am not stingy with this little thing."

The Snow Night Saint took out a jar of white dew and nectar from the storage ring, and the amazing fragrance swept across the Guangtian Palace. Accompanied by the wonderful cold breath, it makes people feel intoxicated and fragrant when they smell it.

"The white dew nectar, one of the three great spiritual wines in the ancient spiritual world, is indeed a good wine!" Feng Yang was immediately intoxicated and exclaimed.

"Drink together."

The Saint Lord waved his sleeves on the snowy night, and the white dew and nectar in the wine jar splashed out, filling the wine glasses of the monks accurately.

"What a great wine!"

The monks tasted the white dew and nectar that the Saint Lord took out on the Snowy Night and exclaimed.

"Since Fellow Xueye is so generous, if Feng still hides it, I'm sorry for my brother's grand banquet."

Fengyang was a little uncomfortable after being compared. He endured the pain in his heart and took out his real boxed goods from the storage ring. The spiritual wine made from the Tianfeng Shenyuan was called "Phoenix Tail Wine".

After drinking this wine, it can greatly replenish the vitality of the monks and prolong life. The rich and mellow taste makes the monks praise it.

Although Fengyang and Snowy Night Saint Lord have no other topics, they only like wine very much, so they became a pair of good drinkers.

The banquet continued, and Fengyang and the Snowy Night Saint Lord took out all the spiritual wine they had collected in their boxes. The banquet was lively and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Although many of Shen Lang's old acquaintances had a slightly lower cultivation level, they were treated with the same specifications, which surprised them.

Lan Xian'er, Xiaodie, Shui Linglong, Hei Xueji and other female cultivators secretly glanced at Shen Lang throughout the whole process, with a bit of admiration and admiration in their beautiful eyes.

They all have a love for Shen Lang to a greater or lesser extent. Now Shen Lang has become so powerful and excellent, which is full of fatal temptation for these female cultivators.

Unfortunately, Shen Lang's position is too high, and there are many equally excellent Taoist couples around him, so they know that they must be out of luck.

Among the female cultivators in the audience, Fu'er dared not look at Shen Lang's gaze. Her expression was complicated and she looked a little lonely.

Mei'er was also a little unhappy. She was ashamed to toast Shen Lang from beginning to end, so she had to drink the slutty wine alone, with a slightly dull expression.

As the banquet was about to end, Shen Lang finally raised the topic and said: "Everyone, in addition to celebrating today's banquet, Shen also wanted to talk about the issues that everyone is concerned about, such as how to revive the Three Realms!"

The reason why he held this banquet was to celebrate victory was on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to maintain the order of the three realms in the future, so that the three realms could reduce disputes as much as possible under their own coordination.

After all, now that the great catastrophe of the Three Realms is over, the forces before the Three Realms cannot be said to be no longer there, but the changes are definitely huge, and the reorganization of forces is a foregone conclusion.

The strong prey of the weak in the cultivation world, and powerful monks all pursue power and fame. Once the forces in the three realms are reorganized, disputes and frictions cannot be avoided. Perhaps forces from all over the country will fight to the death for a better territory.

Many of the monks Shen Lang invited today were the leader of a clan or the leader of a force. If he could communicate rationally, there would naturally be less disputes.

After hearing what Shen Lang said, some cultivators from major forces were a little nervous, and some race leaders couldn't help but feel annoyed and regretted that they had not had sex with Shen Lang in time before.

"Fellow Daoist Shen Lang, just say what you think, don't you all listen to you!"

"Yes, if it weren't for fellow Taoist Shen Lang, the three realms would probably never exist. We will all listen to you."

Most monks still support Shen Lang very much, after all, Shen Lang's contribution is here. Even if he really divides the territory of the three realms, the monks have nothing to say.

With Shen Lang's current fame and strength, even if he wants to rule the entire Three Realms, the monks may have to surrender.

Shen Lang hugged his fists and said, "You are polite, Shen will briefly talk about his own opinion. After this great disaster, the cultivators in the Three Realms suffered heavy casualties, especially many places in the ancient demon world and the ghost world, which were almost unrecognizable. Now that the three realms are facing reorganization, the major forces will definitely inevitably be quarrels and frictions."
Chapter completed!