The Great Banquet of Huntian is held once in a thousand years.
The feast is in front, and the hunter is behind.
According to the custom, the place for the banquet is located at Mingxi River under the Destiny Mountain.
To go to Mingxi, you must first pass through the Gate of Destiny.
At this moment, in the Wujin Square outside the Gate of Destiny, a large number of monks from the ten tribes were gathered for the banquet. Holy cars, bone sedans, ghost ships... were densely arranged, and they released a series of powerful and boundless great saints.
The breath shows its power with holy power.
The camps of the ten tribes are clearly divided.
When the Blood Sky tribe arrived, it attracted the attention of many monks.
Among them, the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, carried by eighteen Six-Tribulation Ghost Kings, is the most eye-catching, arousing shock and amazement from all forces.
The eighth son of the ghost master, Yan, said with cold eyes: "By driving the Six Tribulations Ghost King to carry him to the palace, the Blood Sky tribe is clearly provoking our ghost tribe, and they are not afraid of being jointly suppressed by the entire ghost tribe."
"In the past Hunting Heaven Banquet, the Blood Sky Tribe suffered losses in our hands. As a result, they were ranked last among the ten major tribes of the Undead Blood Tribe and were allocated the least resources. In the Blood Sky Tribe, up to the gods,
Even the low-level monks have resentment towards us. It is normal for the Blood God of War to arrange this." Xiu smiled jokingly.
The grudge between the bloody God of War and the Ghost Lord is well known in the hell world.
As a result, every time there is a feast for hunting the sky, the monks from the Earth Demon Ghost City will deliberately target the Blood Sky tribe.
Although the Ghost Lord's strength is not as good as the Blood God of War, the strength of the Earth Demon Ghost City is far superior to that of the Blood Sky Tribe.
It is worth mentioning that the Disha Ghost City ranks third among the nine ghost cities, second only to the "Fengdu Ghost City" and "Impermanent Ghost City".
The Ghost Lord is the Lord of the Earthly Evil Ghost City, commanding the seventy-two underworlds and one hundred thousand ghost stars.
Xu stared at the Seven-Star Emperor Palace and said: "It seems that during the last few hunting feasts, the Blood Jue War God was so angry that he lost his mind and placed heavy bets on Zhang Ruochen, the evil star who is the enemy of the whole world. This year's
At the Hunting Heaven Banquet, the Bloody God of War’s lifelong fame is destined to be destroyed in one day, and the Bloody Heaven tribe will be thrown into the abyss and will continue to sink for thousands of years.”
Shandao: "A Yuhuang has emerged from the Blood Sky Tribe. He has the strength to hit the top ten of the Great Perfection in the Hundred Flails Realm. I'm afraid it won't be as easy to deal with as before."
Xu was very confident, with a sharp look in his eyes, and said: "But this year, I appeared in the Ghost City of Disha."
In previous Huntian Banquets, the most powerful person in the ghost clan was either from Fengdu Ghost City or Wuchang Ghost City. This year is an exception, with Zhu becoming the most powerful person in the ghost clan.
It can be said that Ji represents not only the Earthly Demon Ghost City, but also the entire ghost clan. He is the most talented and powerful being who has stood out from hundreds of millions of ghost cultivators over the past millennium.
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The Seven-Star Imperial Palace landed on Wujin Square. Zhang Ruochen was sitting in the palace. The palace door was fully open. When he raised his head, he could see the Gate of Destiny in the distance.
The door is made of tens of thousands of star cores, with various runes engraved on it, some burning like magma, and some flowing with bloody lines.
The Gate of Destiny emits white light, forming a 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 Destiny!"
Lian Xi, Zhou Zhen, Hong, and Shentu Yunkong all felt dreamy. They never dared to imagine that as monks in heaven, one day they could stand under the Divine Mountain of Destiny and look up at the Gate of Destiny at a close range.
"Legend has it that as long as you step through the Gate of Destiny, you will be baptized by destiny, and the rules of destiny will automatically be born in your body, and you will become a monk of the Path of Destiny."
"There are very few monks who are qualified to enter the Gate of Destiny in the hell world. Will we be qualified today?"
Not only them, but all the servants, maids, relatives and friends brought by the guests to the banquet all looked happy, and the excitement in their hearts could not be calmed down.
"Crash."
At this time, a golden holy car came to the side of the Seven Stars Imperial Palace.
Brings an elegant and charming fragrance.
Fenghou wore a gold mask, with the white skin on her face looming, and a pair of bright blood-amber eyes exposed outside the veil. She stared at Zhang Ruochen in the hall and said: "Great Sage Ruochen, we meet again!"
Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly to her in response.
Feng Hou did not show any displeasure because of his indifference, and said: "Great Sage Ruochen is the leader of the Blood Sky Tribe, but he has never participated in the meetings and banquets of the Immortal Blood Tribe, and has even refused my invitations and visits many times.
Such an aloof attitude may not be conducive to cooperation at the Shoutian Banquet."
Zhang Ruochen admired Fenghou's character and character.
No matter how he treats her, she can maintain a kind attitude without showing a trace of dissatisfaction or hatred. She simply shows the flexibility of a woman to the extreme.
However, the more this happened, the more Zhang Ruochen became wary of Feng Hou.
A woman's heart is inherently unpredictable.
A strong woman who can perfectly hide her true inner emotions is even more unpredictable.
Since he agreed to the Blood God of War and fulfilled the two conditions put forward by the immortal vampire gods, Zhang Ruochen could no longer ignore Feng Hou like before.
At least for this Shou Tian Banquet, the two of them will cooperate very closely.
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Ruochen's mind, and he said: "In the past, it was indeed my fault. If Feng Hou doesn't mind, you can enter the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace to have a talk. Is it still too late for us to discuss it now?"
"If the Great Sage Chen invites you, I would be honored to do so."
Under the gaze of countless monks, Feng Hou walked into the Seven-Star Emperor Palace.
"Wow——"
On the walls of the palace, dense inscriptions and divine patterns of the Great Saint emerged, preventing other monks from exploring.
The monks from other tribes of the Immortal Blood Tribe who attended the banquet all showed angry expressions, feeling that Feng Hou paid too much attention to Zhang Ruochen and tolerated him. A guy as presumptuous and rude as Zhang Ruochen should be given a hard lesson instead of blindly
To get close to him and cater to him.
Of course, the reason why they are so angry is because of jealousy.
It can be said that the Wind Queen is the sweet wife that all immortal vampire monks dream of marrying. However, most of them, no matter how hard they try, can never get the chance to be looked at by the Wind Queen.
Only the leaders of the major tribes knew that what Feng Hou did was an act of helplessness.
They have received news that Zhang Ruochen will become the only monk in the Immortal Vampire Clan who is in charge of the Supreme Sacred Artifact. As a result, his weight in the Immortal Vampire Clan will become very important.
Although, Fenghou represents the interests of the lower three clans.
However, the Shura and Rakshasa tribes have competing interests with the Immortal Vampire Clan, so their support for Feng Hou at the Huntian Banquet must be quite limited.
Therefore, Fenghou must fight for the greatest support within the Undead Vampire Clan.
Zhang Ruochen has become the one she must fight for.
Feng Hou is a very attractive and beautiful woman. She is obviously wearing gold, silver, and jewels, but she does not make people feel vulgar. Her luxurious temperament and elegant style will make men have a strong desire to conquer.
Fenghou's figure is tall, with tall and straight peaks, and her skin is so delicate that it seems like it can squeeze out water. She stands upright in the center of the hall, looking at Zhang Ruochen who is sitting above her.
The light in the entire palace converged on her.
Lian Xi is known as one of the most beautiful women in heaven and the dream goddess of countless living beings. However, at this moment, she feels that the brilliance on her body has been snatched away by the Queen of the Wind, and she has a faint feeling of inferiority.
Fenghou got straight to the point and said: "At the Huntian Banquet, I need the full support of the Great Sage Ruochen. Our interests are tied to the same boat. No monk has a closer relationship than our interests.
"
Zhang Ruochen put down the volume he was reading and said, "Oh? Queen Feng actually values me, a monk who is only half of the undead blood clan, so highly?"
Fenghou's eyes were as bright as stars, but his tone was slightly sentimental, and he said helplessly: "Even the Blood God of War values you, how can I despise you? Besides, you are my only choice, no matter whether I want it or not, I have to
Putting my hope in you."
Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly: "Is Feng Hou saying this to every supporter?"
Fenghou shook her head slightly and said with a gloomy look: "Supporter, who are you talking about?"
Fenghou said: "The Qitian tribe where the Sword Prison Emperor belongs ranks first among the ten major tribes of the Immortal Blood Clan. The Huangtian tribe ranks either second or third. Therefore, the Huangtian tribe where I belong to,
There 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 barrier, his support will be greatly reduced."
"The Great Sage Jinkun of the Qingtian tribe and Yue Tinghai of the Jingtian tribe also have the same competing interests with the Huangtian tribe."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were indifferent and he said: "Where is the White Jade Crazy Lion of the Stone Clan? As far as I know, its love for you has reached the point of madness, and it once promised that it would be your mount."
Feng Hou smiled and shook his head: "Never mind whether its so-called love is true or false. Just in terms of strength, it is far inferior to the Blood Sky Tribe. Besides, can a monk of the Stone Tribe really be completely trusted?"
"Why can Empress Feng trust me?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Fenghou said: "The Blood Sky Tribe is ranked last among the ten major tribes. Even if the Hunting Heaven Banquet takes the first place among the ten tribes, the tribe will not be able to enter the top three and will not be a threat to Huang Tian.
Tribe. Therefore, there is no competition of interests between our two major tribes."
"Second, the Bloody God of War should have told you the conditions proposed by the immortal vampire gods. Therefore, I have reason to believe that you will fully help me."
Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "Then, let me ask a more selfish question. If I go all out to help you, what benefits can I get?"
This time, Fenghou took off her gold mask, revealing her delicate and flawless face, with glossy red lips and a straight and delicate nose. In terms of beauty alone, she was by no means inferior to Lian Xi and Yuhuang.
She showed a smile that shocked all living beings and said: "As long as you go all out to help me win the position of goddess, after a thousand years, I can marry you as my wife. Even if you fail and fail to win the position of goddess, I can still marry you."
As a wife."
If other monks heard this sentence, they would be ecstatic and wish they could shed their blood for the Queen of the Wind.
However, Zhang Ruochen just raised his eyelids slightly, appearing indifferent.
It's not that he thought that Feng Hou would break his promise.
But I think of what Qing Shengsheng said, "If you condense two kinds of second-grade holy will, I am afraid that the forces in the hell world that have enmity with you will have to put down their hatred and take the initiative to kill the proud daughter of the clan.
marry you."
Now Zhang Ruochen has not yet broken through to the Hundred Shackles Realm, but has already condensed a quasi-second-grade holy will.
Most of the gods of the Huangtian tribe and Feng Hou already know about this matter. If Feng Queen fails to fight for the goddess, wouldn't it be a good choice to marry Zhang Ruochen, a great saint with second-grade holy will?
As for succeeding in the competition and becoming a goddess, it will take a thousand years to break up with each other.
Who can tell what will happen a thousand years from now?
It can be said that Fenghou's promise may seem charming, but in fact, it does not suffer at all.
It is very likely that the gods of the Huangtian tribe have made a strategy long ago.
"Is Your Highness Fenghou using a beauty trick on me?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Feng Hou smiled sweetly, put on the gold mask again, and said: "I just want to tell the Great Sage Ruochen that as long as you are willing, no matter what the outcome, I will be your wife and the closest person to you. Three of you.
Goddess candidate, of course you choose your wife to be the goddess, right?"
After Fenghou walked out of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace, Moyin snorted coldly: "The goddess candidate selected by the Temple of Destiny is nothing more than that. She actually wants to gain the master's support by relying on her beauty."
Lian Xi said: "You are indeed not worthy of being a goddess."
Zhang Ruochen glanced at Lian Xi, and she suddenly thought of something and quickly lowered her head, with a sad and painful look in her eyes. As the daughter of the gods and the leader of this generation in the soul world, she was reduced to Zhang Ruochen's harem.
How can the maidservant who is sleeping with you have the qualifications to judge Feng Hou?
How does she deserve to be the future leader of the soul world?
Zhang Ruochen felt something else in his heart at this moment.
As his cultivation became more advanced and he proved himself with absolute strength time and time again, his voice in the Immortal Vampire Clan became more and more important. Now, even a great sage like Feng Hou has to lower his profile and flatter him to please him.
.
The world of hell is indeed a very realistic place.
As long as you are strong, you can get everything you want.
After Fenghou returned to the golden chariot, Yan Beijun immediately went in to pay his respects.
There is a large space in the golden chariot. Feng Hou's stunning figure stands in the center, with her snow lotus-like left arm behind her slender waist, thinking about something.
Yan Beijun was quite annoyed, with a cold look in his eyes, and said: "Senior Sister is the twelfth strong person on the Great Perfection List of the Baiyong Realm, and she is also a candidate for the goddess of the Temple of Destiny. How powerful, how noble, why is it necessary?
Lowering your status and going to meet Zhang Ruochen, who is in the immortal realm? What should the monks present think of you? Prajna and the Great Sage Yanhong are probably secretly laughing at you."
Fenghou turned her back to him and said, "There are some things that you don't understand at all."
Yan Beijun sighed: "With the support of the Sword Prison Emperor, the Great Sage Jin Kun, and the White Jade Crazy Lion, there is still a great hope for Senior Sister to seize the position of Goddess. Why do you have to wrong yourself?"
"Although Zhang Ruochen was able to escape from the hands of the great sages Zhu and Yanhong, it only proves that the descendant of time and space is capable of escaping, nothing more. His combat power may not even be comparable to that of the ordinary Hundred Flails Realm Dzogchen
, let alone a strong person like Senior Sister?"
Feng Hou turned around and stared at him with cold eyes that Yan Beijun had never seen before, saying: "You know nothing about Zhang Ruochen. From now on, he is our closest ally. You'd better not offend him."
he."
Yan Beijun was so cold by Feng Hou's eyes that he didn't dare to speak again.
But in his heart, he was even more dissatisfied, feeling that Zhang Ruochen did not deserve such treatment. Compared with the Sword Prison Emperor, the Great Sage Jin Kun, and the White Jade Crazy Lion, Zhang Ruochen was still far behind.
Senior sister is afraid that her mind has been deceived and she will make such a wrong decision.
"Get out!" Feng Hou said.
After Yan Beijun exited the golden holy chariot, Feng Queen sighed softly: "Zhang Ruochen has a demigod body and condenses the second-grade holy will. Even if I become a goddess, my future achievements may not be as good as his."
"Zhang Ruochen's current strength may not be strong, but he has Emperor Yu and the Supreme Sacred Artifact by his side. No matter what, I have to take a gamble. I should not lose if I bet with the God of War."
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
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Nine bells rang in a row, spreading throughout the Destiny Realm.
The Gate of Destiny opened, and the majestic outlines of the Divine Mountain of Destiny and the Temple of Destiny appeared inside. An ancient and mysterious aura surged out and pounced on all the monks.
The monks from the ten tribes attending the banquet drove their mounts and holy chariots and entered the Gate of Destiny one after another.
The Seven-Star Imperial Palace was getting closer and closer to the Gate of Destiny under the guidance of the eighteen Six-Tribulation Ghost Kings, and a strange thought came into Zhang Ruochen's heart.
Looking at this Gate of Destiny, I feel like I was standing in the void of the universe and looking at the gate of hell at close range.
How come you feel like this?
Zhang Ruochen shook his head, cleared his mind, and carefully understood the energy released by the Gate of Destiny. He wanted to know if the legend was true. Could it be that as long as he walked through the Gate of Destiny, he could condense the rules of destiny?
Is it that simple?
At the moment when the Seven-Star Imperial Palace passed through the Gate of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen had not yet realized the rules of destiny, but a strange picture appeared in his mind, as if he had suddenly seen his destiny and the future.
It was in the most luxurious hall of the Xuejue family. It was decorated very festively, with red lanterns, red oil-paper umbrellas, and red hangings. It was a wedding night.
He was wearing a red suit, and as a groom, he was standing opposite a woman wearing a hijab, as if they were worshiping each other.
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The festive scene disappeared in a flash.
This was originally a joyful thing, but Zhang Ruochen's whole person became depressed, and his fingers couldn't help but clenched together.
He was sure that the scene he just saw was by no means an artificial illusion.
On the contrary, just like the scenes I saw in Fateful Pond, I felt a sense of familiarity that I had personally experienced, but at the same time, I felt strange and terrifying.
Why do things that you have never experienced feel familiar?
Is everything in the world really predestined? Has fate already arranged everything?
"Did the power of the Gate of Destiny allow me to see my future just now? The wedding took place in the Blood Jue family. Who is that woman? Feng Hou?"
Zhang Ruochen unconsciously thought of what Feng Hou said just now, and there seemed to be a causal relationship between the two.
If Fenghou fails in the competition for the goddess and the gods of the Huangtian tribe marry her to Zhang Ruochen, will the Blood God of War agree?
Will definitely agree.
Perhaps, the gods of the Huangtian tribe and the Bloodtian tribe had already decided everything and arranged his fate clearly.
"In that case, Queen Feng, it's better for you to be a goddess."
Zhang Ruochen extremely hated being controlled, planned, and restrained, with cold eyes, so he decided to fight against fate and break the fate that the Gate of Destiny had shown him.