When Meng Chuan makes a decision, there will naturally be no contrary opinions.
After all, this is not something that will cost Ye Fan his life, but it is a good thing.
Immediately, with the help of ruthless people and Meng Chuan as guidance, he peeled off the Haotian God's throne and handed it to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't say anything else, and simply merged with the divine position.
The external manifestation of the divine status is a divine decree.
After the fusion was completed, Ye Fan raised his hand, moved it slightly, and let out a breath.
"This is the power of a quasi-immortal emperor..."
Others say that people can never truly understand the difference between the Immortal King and the Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
Even though Ye Fan was almost beaten to death by the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, when he really integrated this power, he found that his perception was still biased.
"Okay, don't be narcissistic." Meng Chuan patted Ye Fan on the shoulder to suppress the power in his body.
"When you break through, you will be much stronger than the fused god you are now."
Ye Fan was speechless. He was just a little excited, but Meng Chuan poured a basin of cold water down on him, which made him feel a little cold.
The power of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor surged within his body, but was easily suppressed by Meng Chuan, which would make anyone feel sad.
"In a hundred thousand years, everyone has been doing well and making progress." Meng Chuan looked at everyone, "My good fortune tea tree has become as tall as a canopy."
"Let's go have a drink together."
However, this drink is not wine, but tea.
When Meng Chuan invited him, the immortals naturally had no reason to refuse.
Just as Meng Chuan expected, the tea leaves produced by his created tea tree were already exuding dense spiritual light and had profound medicinal power.
For such spiritual roots, if the tea leaves are not picked in time, there will be no bad effects. If the tea leaves are hung on the tree, they will still continue to increase the Taoist charm, and the effect will become better and better.
Of course, this naturally has a limit.
The upper limit of spiritual roots is there. It can give the Immortal King some insights into the higher levels of the road, and that is the limit.
The fragrance of Taoist tea, the display of fairy melons, jade and fruits, and the endless discussion of mysteries and Taoism all made this an impromptu grand gathering of immortals.
The major forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths universe will invite all around to hold various grand gatherings from time to time.
Such as the Peach Festival in Yaochi, the Mingxin Festival of the Ji family, etc.
Either the elixir of immortality is used as the theme, or the immortal weapon is used as the basis to hold such a ceremony.
However, Meng Chuan and the others must have the highest-level event in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths realm, and even in the entire realm sea.
There is Tao, there is Buddha, there are immortals, there are kings and there are emperors.
Oh, and there are dogs.
The people in Mengchuan sometimes discussed Taoism, sometimes chatted, and laughed from time to time, enjoying themselves smoothly.
Some people are talkative, some are interesting, and some talk less, but overall it is a happy and harmonious scene.
Although it is said that regardless of Meng Chuan's presence or not, this Taoist world will not collapse. Even if it dies, it will still flourish and the immortals will continue to make progress.
But if Meng Chuan is here, the atmosphere in the depths of the Dao world is still different.
Deep in the Tao world, there is a whole, but the core of this whole is Meng Chuan from beginning to end.
When Meng Chuan was in the Taoist world, even if he didn't do anything serious and drank tea every day, the wind in the depths of the Taoist world would be different from when he was away.
Meng Chuan had a great time chatting with everyone about the ancient times and the present, and understanding the Tao.
As for the breakthrough, he has returned from the future, is it possible that he can still ignore the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?
It only takes a few days, so it is necessary to report that everything is safe.
Of course, it's definitely not because Meng Chuan wants the ruthless people and the immortals to know that he is about to break through to the Immortal Emperor.
You all know whether Meng Chuan is praised or not, Meng Chuan doesn't care.
After a long time, the atmosphere in Mengchuan Xiaotiandi became slightly lighter.
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng stood up.
"What's the matter, real person?" Meng Chuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng.
"Emperor, I am too drunk to drink, so I have to go back and rest." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.
Meng Chuan looked at the tea cup in his hand, then at Zhang Sanfeng, with a strange look on his face, then put down the tea cup in his hand and said:
"Zhenren, when you make excuses from now on, find someone more reliable."
"What we have today is a tea party, not a drinking party. How can you drink so much?"
"Your perfunctory behavior is really too much."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Ye Fan and the others had been laughing since they had been together for many years. They all knew that this veteran seemed to be a fairy, but in fact he was also an interesting person.
Ye Fan felt that sometimes Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Longren were somewhat similar.
"Great Emperor, after drinking tea for so long, I really have some insights in my heart. Being drunk on the great road is also drunk." Zhang Sanfeng said:
"By the way, I can also go and inform them that you are going to be prosperous, Emperor."
"Ha." Meng Chuan smiled and shook his head, "Go ahead, go ahead. I'll meet everyone later. You might as well explain the situation clearly in advance."
"By the way, Master." Meng Chuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and continued:
"After I break through, I can do those things."
For example, send Zhang Sanfeng home.
After arriving at the Immortal Emperor, there is no need to fear any enemies. The threat of the villain chat group will not disappear, but there will definitely be no problem in letting Zhang Sanfeng go home.
Meng Chuan doesn't believe that there are Daoguo-level characters in the villain chat group, or there are existences that transcend the Sacrificial Dao.
This is not a matter of being careless or unsound, but simply impossible.
Zhang Sanfeng obviously understood the meaning of Meng Chuan's words. He nodded with a smile and then left.
Dacheng Holy Body looked at Zhang Sanfeng's back, rolled his eyes, and gave Ye Fan, who was sitting diagonally across from him, a look.
"Oh, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it either." Dacheng Shengti stood up while holding on to the desk.
"Oh my God, Dao Ancestor, this tea of yours is really strong. It makes my head dizzy. I can't hold it anymore. I need to take a rest first."
"..."
Meng Chuan looked at the Dacheng Holy Body. Do you know that your performance is very exaggerated?
Also, you told me that this tea is a bit strong and makes you feel dizzy.
You know, you understand that what I asked you to drink was tea, but you don’t know, you thought I put a drug in the tea and I wanted to overturn your drug.
"Actually, if you want to leave, you can just say so." Meng Chuan didn't hold back and spoke bluntly.
"How could that be so?" Dacheng Shengti said righteously: "I am very happy that you have returned, Master Dao, and I can't wait to sleep with you."
"But I really can't do it anymore. I need to rest first."
Sleep with enough strength...
"Then you should go back and rest first." Meng Chuan said simply.
It's like a ghost sleeping like a bird.
The Blessed Sacrament left.
And Ye Fan, seeing this scene, also knew what the look the Dacheng Holy Body gave him meant.
Ye Fan also stood up and shouted: "Uncle Meng!"
Meng Chuan looked at Ye Fan to see what excuse he was going to make.
"I just remembered that I was still making a potion of medicine. It's almost blurred. I guess I have to go back and take a look."
With your level of cultivation, you can make a potion of medicine into a paste. It may be a better choice to be reincarnated as soon as possible and not to embark on the path of cultivation in the next life.
"It's all blurry, what's the use of going back?" Meng Chuan said leisurely.
"The dregs of medicine are also useful. Black Emperor likes to eat them. Uncle Meng will talk to you later!" After Ye Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
But when turning around, Ye Fan winked at Qingdi opposite him.
Qingdi received this look, and as soon as his thoughts changed, he understood what Ye Fan meant.
Ye Fan has a pot of medicine that needs to be refined, what does he have...
By the way, he has Ye Fan as his junior brother.
Qingdi stood up, but before he could speak, Meng Chuan asked directly.
"Are you drunk from tea? Or do you also have a furnace of medicine that needs to be refined?"
Qingdi said sternly: "I'm afraid that Ye Fan was injured by that furnace of medicine, so I have to go and have a look."
Then Yan Xi couldn't get away without pulling him, and he also passed on his wink.
Yan Xi, who was chatting with Ji Lianxing, was a little confused, but still left with Qingdi.
"I don't even know when Ye Fan has regressed to such an extent that he was injured by a potion." Meng Chuan said meaningfully.
After receiving Qing Emperor's look, Wu Shi didn't hesitate and stood up directly.
"Wushi." Meng Chuan looked at Wushi, "Are you afraid that both Qing Emperor and Ye Fan will be injured?"
