The meeting of all races is scheduled to be held in Yaochi, and the time is set to be after March.
Both the ancient race and the human race are preparing for this grand event.
Feng Jinghong also started to move around, making final preparations for his big plan.
The Golden Cave is the seat of the ancient royal family, the Golden Clan. This clan not only has the ancient imperial army's golden mace to suppress the heritage, but also has a great sage sitting in charge, so it is very powerful.
At this time, the Golden Goddess has not yet been born, and all matters in the Golden Cave are decided by the great saint of the clan.
"I hope you will forgive me for visiting so rashly!" Feng Jinghong said.
"Your Highness, you're welcome!" The Golden Sage looked at Kunpeng beside Feng Jinghong with fear.
"I came here this time to borrow the ancient imperial soldiers from the nobles, and at the same time, I also asked my seniors to take action!"
"This..." The Golden Great Sage pondered. He originally planned to use the Ancient Emperor's soldiers at the Ten Thousand Races Conference.
"Senior will not let his actions go in vain." Feng Jinghong's hand flashed with brilliance, and a jade bottle appeared.
"These are ten drops of rare divine essence, which can extend the life of the great sage for a thousand years. I will use this as a reward for asking senior to take action."
The Golden Sage's eyes immediately straightened: "Okay, your Highness, just give me your orders!"
There's no point in going to war with the human race. It's such a boring thing. Whoever wants to do it can do it...
Wanlong Nest, this time it was the Great Sage Qianlun and the Dragon Girl who received Feng Jinghong.
"I have long heard that the emperor's talent is unparalleled, comparable to that of an immortal. When I see him today, he is indeed extraordinary!"
The dragon girl's purple skirt flutters and her voice is ethereal. The two small dragon horns on her forehead add a touch of mystery and luxury to her, with a slight smile on her face.
Feng Jinghong had a good impression of this gentle ancient princess and said with a smile:
"Sister Xie Long praised me for your compliments. Please come and sit in the heaven more often when you have time in the future."
He always felt that the death of Dragon Girl in the original plot was too unworthy. Neither Wanlong Emperor nor Dragon Girl actually had any bad deeds. Unfortunately, Qianlun was too aggressive and stood on the opposite side of the protagonist, so he was beaten.
Villain camp.
She also paid for a bottle of divine essence in exchange for Great Sage Qianlun's intervention and Wan Longling's opportunity to borrow, and then Feng Jinghong rushed to the next stop.
In Blood Phoenix Mountain, Huangxu Dao was born a long time ago. The great sage of this tribe is named Huang Wuhen. Like Huangxu Dao, he is obsessed with practice and rarely shows up.
However, facing the combination of the Emperor and the Quasi-Emperor, these two people still came to welcome them honestly.
After Feng Jinghong took out two volumes of "Tao Jing", Huang Wuhen also agreed to take action with the gold-plated phoenix wings.
In Huolin Cave, they are different from other royal families. They have sealed two princes and princesses.
According to legend, when the brother and sister Huo Qizi and Huo Lin'er join forces to attack, their combat power will be doubled and they will be invincible!
In response, Feng Jinghong smiled and said nothing.
"It's not a problem to borrow the imperial soldiers or ask the Great Sage to take action. As long as the imperial brother returns our clan's magical unicorn medicine to us."
Huo Lin'er's smile is as bright as a flower, her eyes are moving, her water-blue hair is sparkling, and she is graceful.
But Feng Jinghong's heart was unmoved. Although this woman had a distinguished status, she was a social figure, and he had no good impressions of her.
"I got the Kirin magic medicine from outside myself, and I won't give it to you. Ten pieces of Enlightenment tea tree tea leaves are up to you."
"Hmph!" Feng Jinghong's unceremonious attitude angered Huo Qizi.
"Do you dare to fight me? If you lose, return the magic medicine to my clan." The hot-tempered ancient prince directly invited a fight.
"Okay!" Feng Jinghong nodded, he also wanted to fight with other prince-level figures.
"After this grand event is over, you and I will have a fair fight!"
In the end, the great sage Yan Qi of Huolin Cave also agreed to take action.
After leaving Huolin Cave, Feng Jinghong silently calculated in her heart: "No, it's still not enough..."
In Shencanling, the clan leader was the first to reject Feng Jinghong:
"It is inconvenient for our royal soldiers to be used, please forgive me, Your Highness."
Due to the close relationship between Princess Shencanling and the Douzhan Holy Emperor, the Shencanling clan has never been very friendly to the Immortal Emperor's lineage, and they were at odds with each other more than once in the original plot.
Even though there was a quasi-emperor behind Feng Jinghong, the chief of the Shencan clan still rejected Feng Jinghong.
Similarly, Feng Jinghong didn't like them either. But this time the matter was of great importance, and their imperial soldiers were necessary.
Feng Jinghong didn't bother to talk nonsense to them. He took out the Nine-Layered Divine Coffin from the Ancestral Temple of the Yuhua God Dynasty with his palm, and said coldly:
"This is the coffin of the God Emperor. The emperor's soldiers will lend me the coffin. If not, I will use it to fill the toilet."
"You dare to blaspheme the ancient emperor!" The leader of the Shencan Clan was furious. The Shencan Clan had ruled the world for countless thousands of years, but had they ever suffered such humiliation? He slapped the table and stood up to get angry.
Kunpeng snorted coldly, and the Shencan Clan leader sat back down with a plop. Senhan's quasi-emperor murderous intention forced him to calm down.
He loosened his clenched fists weakly: "I agree..."
Feng Jinghong sneered and strode away.
The Shenzhou Dynasty is one of the four major divine dynasties in Zhongzhou, with a long heritage and a transcendent status.
But on this day, the old emperor of the dynasty was blocked in his palace, and even their background, the old sage, was pinched by the neck and pulled out of the divine source:
"Prince Tian, what do you want to do? A grand gathering of all races is coming soon. Do you want to provoke a war between the two races?"
Looking at the stern old emperor, Feng Jinghong's eyes flashed with disdain:
"Have you forgotten that your clan took action against me together with Daxia? Or do you think this debt does not have to be repaid?"
"What do you want? Just tell me..." The elder sage of the tribe gave up resistance immediately after seeing Kunpeng. He knew very well that facing masters of this level, they had no room to resist.
"If you lend me your Imperial Weapon Ancestral Dragon Seal, all previous grudges will be wiped out." Feng Jinghong said calmly.
The old emperor of Shenzhou shrank his pupils: "The gathering of all races is about to begin, what do you want to do?"
Feng Jinghong said coldly: "You don't have to worry about this. I can guarantee that I won't expose you and I won't take action against the human race. You don't need to ask anything else."
After a long silence, the eldest sage of the Shenzhou Dynasty finally agreed:
"I hope you keep your word!"
"Ancestor?"
“Inheritance is important!”
…
Holy Cliff, after eight years, Feng Jinghong came here again.
"Senior, the time is ripe, and after March is the best opportunity for us to take action!"
Lao Ya turned into a Taoist, looked at Kunpeng behind Feng Jinghong, and said excitedly: "Okay, Your Highness is worthy of being of the bloodline of the Emperor. He has achieved so much in just a few years! It seems that there is indeed hope for Pindao to escape this time!"
"Senior, thank you. I came here this time because of the formation you gave me..." Feng Jinghong said to Kunpeng: "Take it out!"
Kunpeng could clearly feel the terror of the old Taoist in front of him. It was the energy that only the Supreme Being had. He respectfully took out a roll of formation diagrams:
"This is the formation completed by this junior according to His Highness's request. Please give me your guidance, senior."
The Immortal Taoist looked at the array map: "Well, it's pretty good that the Quasi-Emperor can accomplish so much. Hey! Is this the secret of writing? If you have this, you can improve it..."