The birth of Emperor Fengdu shocked all the most powerful living beings and dead spirits in the universe.
The battle of Tianzun is of great importance, and the outcome will affect the morale of both armies.
Emperor Fengdu took the initiative to challenge Haotian, showing unparalleled confidence.
Haotian, on the other hand, ranked among the heavens 300,000 years ago, and was one of the only three survivors in that unknown battle. His combat power is self-evident.
For 300,000 years, he has always been known as the best in the world, and all the gods in the hell world have acquiesced in this.
Even some heaven-level figures believe that Haotian's cultivation level is already higher than that of Nishen Tianzun 300,000 years ago.
The Battle of Tianzun affects the hearts of every god in heaven and hell. The wedding ceremony in the Temple of Destiny, which should have attracted the attention of the world, has been aroused for more than ten years, but now it is extremely deserted.
The arrival of the huge escort fleet from the Dark Temple made Destiny Mountain a little lively again.
Zhang Ruochen had long expected the situation at Destiny Mountain and was mentally prepared. However, he had never thought of hosting a grand event, nor did he regard it as a happy event, so he was calm and unfazed.
Just take this opportunity to see which forces are worth making friends with?
Zhang Ruochen and Wu Yue stepped on the auspicious clouds, bathed in the divine rain, and flew off the divine ship first. Hundreds of female saints in colorful clothes flew in the sky, scattering flower petals.
In the midst of laughter, the Blood Queen and the God Lord were shining with blood, and Pluto led many monks to come forward.
The vast majority of those who can come outside the Temple of Destiny are gods. There are only a handful of monks in the Holy Realm, but they are also of noble status.
There is no doubt that the gods of the Blood Sky Tribe have definitely not left the Temple of Destiny. Representatives of all the major forces in the tribe have appeared.
The face of the old patriarch was present, and representatives of each of the nine major tribes of the Immortal Blood Tribe appeared in the crowd.
In addition, Rakshasa gods account for a large part.
The number of the other eight races of gods in the hell realm is much smaller, and they can be counted at a glance.
“Master Wuyue Hall, Lord Ruochen Realm, congratulations, congratulations!”
“Today I finally saw the true face of Hall Master Wuyue. She is indeed the most beautiful woman in heaven and hell, and her temperament is even better than that of the Moon Goddess of Guanghan Shrine.”
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From among the gods, a clear laughter came: "Brother Ruochen, Feng Chen is here to congratulate you two on your happy marriage and your destiny for three lifetimes."
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the half-cut Fengchen Sword God floating in the air, showing a look of surprise, but didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.
Out of the corner of his eye, he passed by a purple gauze woman next to Fengchen Sword God, and his eyes met with her, and it was as if a divine lightning struck his soul.
So strong!
Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked. He didn't expect there to be such a strong person in the boundless realm of hell.
"Ruochen, my second uncle wishes you a perfect match, and Prime Minister Bai will be with you." Yan Yu came over, he was polite and elegant, unlike Yan Luo.
“Thank you very much, uncle.”
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction behind Yan Yu and saw Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, Yan Ying'er, and finally the Ancient God of Learning, so he closed his sleeves and bowed slightly.
“Second uncle, I’ll come back to visit you and my great-grandfather later.”
"Don't worry, you are busy today. There are people who have already served three wine tables in front of you. If you can't drink them down, they won't let you into the Temple of Destiny." Yan Yu said with a smile.
"oh!"
Just when Zhang Ruochen was thinking about who was hosting the banquet, another person came to him: "Chen, take this."
Gong Nanfeng thrust a steaming sacred wood box into Zhang Ruochen's hands.
"This is……"
Zhang Ruochen opened the box and found a pill inside, as green as jade. He smiled and said, "You... why are you doing this?"
Although the purpose of this elixir is unknown, it is of extraordinary quality.
In fact, what Zhang Ruochen wanted to say was, "You are so poor, why do you need to send such a precious gift?" However, after all, it was Gong Nanfeng's intention, how could he say such a thing?
Gong Nanfeng's face was full of worry and he said: "This is a refreshing pill. No matter how much you drink, you can still maintain your sanity."
Zhang Ruochen thought thoughtfully, closed the box and said, "Thank you very much!"
"Ruochen, our Hundred Clans Royal City has also sent a generous gift, and it has been placed with the God of Blood Yao."
Amul, the God of Jade Spirit, and the Great God of Dazzle appeared in Zhang Ruochen's field of vision and looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Ruochen nodded in response, and then in the crowd, he saw Xu Tulai, Que, Prajna, Qing Feiwei, Hai Shangminggong... and other gods from the Temple of Destiny.
Mother Tianyin from Tianluo Divine Kingdom, Di Lao and Gu Shejing from Luozu Yunshan Realm, Yan Ting and Wen Chu from Yan Clan in Dark Abyss, but unfortunately, Yan Wushen was not seen.
There were still many monks staying in the Destiny Mountain, and one familiar face came after another, but in the end, Emperor Ming was not seen.
It’s normal to think about it. After all, he is a sinner in the Temple of Destiny. How could he be allowed to appear on such an occasion today?
Zhang Ruochen thought about A Le, Feng Yan, and Xiang Chunan again. If the person he married today was not Wu Yue, and the wedding ceremony was not held at Destiny Mountain, how happy it would be if they could all come.
"Yes, I have this God! Listen, the first sentence is, Thousands of stars are connected to each other, and the moon is connected to the dust."
There was commotion in the front, and a tall immortal vampire god pointed at the celestial phenomenon of thousands of stars in the sky and composed an impromptu poem.
“The second sentence, the Destiny Mountain banquets the gods.”
"good!"
“Good poem, good poem, suitable for the occasion!”
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There are more and more gods making noises.
The immortal vampire god smiled and continued with great pride: "All the ancient gods have passed away, and they will not be able to burn out the red candles."
The gods who were making noise around them could no longer laugh!
Many people turned pale.
Compose poetry, just compose poetry. Why do you mention Tianzun?
This is not writing poetry, it is making death.
Just because they have not left the Destiny Mountain does not mean that they are not afraid of the power of the Heavenly Lord. If this poem is spread, some people will think that it is provoking the Heavenly Lord.
That immortal vampire god is none other than Huang Bahu, the son of the chief clan leader of the Huangtian tribe, also known as the "poetry tyrant".
The so-called "poetry tyrant" does not mean that he has a high level of poetry, nor does he have a domineering style of poetry, but that he is very domineering when he writes poetry. No matter who you are, no matter where you are, no matter what time, who dares to interrupt him from writing poetry?
He will die with you.
He is good at self-destructing the divine source.
The poem "A daughter of the Yan family has just grown up" on the battlefield of Huntian was widely circulated in the hell world and became the pinnacle of his death-seeking works over the years. However, as soon as this poem was published today, it reached another peak.
“Don’t you think this poem is very powerful?” Huang Bahu was somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of the gods present.
“Well, what a poem!”
Xue Tu smelled of alcohol and was making loud noises, but he could not walk steadily.
Xueyao Shenjun's expression changed, and he stepped forward and dragged Xuetu away.
This little episode passed quickly. Zhang Ruochen and Wu Yue headed towards the Temple of Destiny, and encountered the first drinking party not far from the temple gate.
It was Luo Shengtian who set the stage.
He set up a table and sat there with a cold face.
Next to it, there is a bronze cauldron with a height of three people. Flames are burning under the cauldron, strong wine is boiling in the cauldron, and the smell of wine fills the air.
Zhang Ruochen guessed that he would be in the game, so he walked up and said, "Does the Divine Prince want to have a drinking contest with me?"
“Wine together?”
Luo Shengtian snorted coldly: "Today is your wedding, not my wedding, nor my family's wedding. Drink that cauldron of the strongest divine wine that I have found throughout the Rakshasa clan.
Go over there and don't think about using divine power to refine it, you can't refine this wine!"
In the wine cauldron, there are blue flames, which shows its potency.
The surrounding gods all looked like they were watching a good show, and no one came out to rescue Zhang Ruochen.
“The prince of the gods has personally prepared a wine party. If you are a lord from the world of mortals, you must drink this wine.” All the gods of the Rakshasa tribe shouted in unison, all with malicious smiles.
Zhang Ruochen knew that Luo Shengtian had no bad intentions and was just complaining about his sister.
“Okay, I’ll drink.”
Zhang Ruochen came to the bottom of the wine cauldron. With a movement of his mental energy, a fountain of wine flew up from the cauldron and fell into his mouth.
Yan Huangtu was in the distance and said: "How long will it take to drink like this? Hurry up and manifest your giant body and drink it all in one gulp."
“Drink all, drink all.” The gods said in unison.
Zhang Ruochen spread out his arms, and suddenly dense spots of time stamps appeared around him, and the flow of time changed extremely.
The fountain of wine was as thick as a finger, and its speed increased greatly. In an instant, a whole cauldron of strong wine was swallowed into his belly.
Zhang Ruochen's physical body was strong and his expression remained calm, but his head was slightly groggy and he couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart. The cauldron of divine wine that Luo Shengtian found was really good. If another great god had come here, he would probably be knocked down on the spot.
Luo Shengtian did not show any disappointment and retreated without saying a word.
This wine has a lot of staying power.
Besides, there are two wine stalls at the back, each one more difficult to get through than the other, Zhang Ruochen suffered a lot.
Zhang Ruochen and Wu Yue continued walking. Not long after walking, they saw the second wine stall.
Seeing the person arranging the situation, Zhang Ruochen's face showed a joyful look, he walked forward quickly and said: "Brother Wushen, I thought you wouldn't come."
The red copper table case is three feet long, blocking Zhang Ruochen's path.
On the table, there are ten yellow-brown clay pots.
Yan Wushen stood at the other end of the table and said with a smile: "When you Zhang Ruochen get married, no matter how important the matter is, I have to put it aside first and come to drink with you."
Zhang Ruochen stopped beside the red copper table and was slightly startled. Looking at the fluctuations of divine power in Yan Wushen's body, it was clear that he had reached the Taiyi realm.
He doesn’t have a sundial, so the speed of his cultivation is simply astonishing.
Yan Wushen was also looking at Zhang Ruochen and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be able to defeat Xu Liao. I don't know whether I should be happy or miserable."
“Whether it’s happiness or pain, we must all experience it on the road to spiritual practice. Who doesn’t move forward in struggle and suffering?” Zhang Ruochen said.
Yan Wushen smiled cheerfully: "We won't talk about practice today, we will only talk about the wine in the cup. Brother Ruochen, do you still remember what kind of wine this is?"
"How could we not remember that there are twelve flowers in bloom! If it weren't for Brother Wu Shen's wine, it would not have been easy for Ruochen to break through the Hundred Shackles Realm." Zhang Ruochen said.
Yan Wushen said: "That day, based on our cultivation, we only drank three cups each before reaching the limit. It was really unpleasant. Today, I have collected all the wine stored in the cellar. Do I dare to get drunk?"
Zhang Ruochen put on the posture of accompanying him and said: "I'm just afraid that I won't be intoxicated if I drink it!"
"I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get you drunk, so I added the Dark Divine Spring to the wine." Yan Wushen sat down, like a tiger in the forest, with a calm demeanor. He had already opened a clay pot and threw it towards Zhang Ruochen.
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I am updating so early today, not to make up for the update, but to make up for it. Mainly because it is my birthday today, and starting from noon, I also have a three-course drinking party. Sigh...