A sensational news spread throughout the Holy City and swept across the Eastern Desert.
The most raped sun in the northern plain, the young emperor of the Wang family went south to the east desert, hoping to hold a banquet for the heroes in the holy city, Zuixian Palace.
When the news came out, it immediately shocked the major holy places. All the elders who had been in seclusion for a long time were alarmed and went out to inquire about the news about the Northern Emperor.
It's nothing more than that, it's too amazing, and it can be called a heavenly being. It has experienced incredible mystery, comparable to the ancient emperor.
In the holy city, the stone yards, auction houses and restaurants in various holy places were all in an uproar, and many young people frowned and stirred up their hearts.
"What are he doing? The last time Yi Ting's affairs have not been sorted out. Now I don't know how many eyes are staring at my Jiang family in secret. Don't you calm down!"
In the stone yard of the Jiang family, the family old man snorted coldly and glared at the young man standing beside him.
The man was a little thin, shrouded in a hazy battle suit, unable to see his appearance, and could only hear a bitter smile.
"It's really a storm that is about to come and the wind fills the building. The Northern Emperor holds a banquet, and it's probably another battle between dragons and tigers."
In the auction house of Ji's family, Mr. Su sighed and looked at the gorgeous greeting book placed on the table, and ripples in his heart couldn't help but splash.
A young man who swept across the Northern Territory will inevitably cause great trouble when he goes south to the Eastern Wilderness.
"Su Lao."
Sitting opposite, the young man in the Ji family's eyes flashed slightly, as if he was a little moved.
Since ancient times, he has often heard about the Northern Emperor after parting with the Divine Lake. It is very mysterious and often startles Beiyuan and shocks a large area of people's chin.
"If you want to go, go. When the Northern Emperor entered the holy city, I also glanced at him from afar. It is indeed extraordinary, you need to do what you can."
Mr. Su nodded, very dull, as if he was thinking about something else in his heart.
The eyes of the young man from the Ji family suddenly dimmed a little, and he felt a little moved.
Since the divine body Ji Haoyue in his family showed his strength, he has become increasingly disregarded. If it were the past, I guess the elder would not want to go out alone, right?
"If I compare myself with others every day, then I will not be able to die of depression?"
After a while, he smiled mockingly, got up and left, and barely relieved his thoughts.
In the stone yard of Yaoguang Holy Land
An elder slowly left, leaving the Saint Son of Yaoguang standing alone, holding a prayer letter from the Golden Family in his hand.
"March 5th, Jingzhe, is a good sign."
His eyes were warm and deep, and his body was shrouded in the hot holy light. One hundred and eight divine rings were hanging high, just like a god descending to earth.
Silently, the gorgeous prayer book was covered with a layer of dazzling glow, twisting and swaying.
"Donglai, what do you think?"
Qishu.com Qishu. In the attic of Daoyi Holy Land, an elder pondered and turned his eyes to the current Holy Son Li Donglai.
It seems like he wants to know his thoughts.
"Of course I have to go. I want to see if this rumored Northern Emperor really has three heads and six arms."
Li Donglai grinned, his snow-white teeth were very clean, and he was very confident. He looked down at the younger generation with the honor of the Son, and did not feel that he was weaker than others.
Just when I was young and energetic, how could I drink to dusk?
"It is not necessarily true that the three heads and six arms are there, but the four symbols are true."
The elder was a casual person and teased him with interest. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling relaxed and tight.
In the Wanchu Holy Land, next to a quiet ancient building, the Wanchu Holy Son and the Saint Zhao Yanran stood together, looking at the prayer letter in their hands.
Not long ago, the Golden Family was sent to invite them to participate in the Qingyun Banquet on March 5.
"According to rumors, this Wang Teng is known as the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, and his experience is extremely mysterious, we..."
The whisper of the Holy Son of Wanchu was a little solemn in his eyes. He acted steadily, was easy to think and act steadily.
When I heard that the Northern Emperor had sent a message to him, I had a good inquiries about the other party.
The result surprised him very much. He was extremely surprised. This was not a young man, but clearly a rebirth of an emperor!
"So what? We Wanchu Holy Land will be afraid of him!"
The saint Zhao Yanran is a self-righteous person and cannot tolerate others' provocation and denial.
As for the Eastern Wilderness, the two holy places of "Wanchu" and "Taiyan" are both the oldest holy places and are of great origin.
"Oh..., when you go, you will know that your temperament needs to be restrained. The Wang family is now in power to rule the Northern Yuan; even the Golden Family and the four major sects of the Northern Region have chosen to alliance with them..."
"I know, you don't have to teach me."
Seeing that Wanchu Shengzi was going to say something, Zhao Yanran suddenly interrupted him and turned around and left.
Taiyan Holy Land, today's saint Xiang Yifei sat upright in Huating Pavilion, with a solemn middle-aged man beside him
The two seemed to be playing chess, and the two sons of Black and White fought fiercely, which was very tragic.
"Yifei, what do you think of that Northern Emperor?"
The middle-aged man moved his fingers lightly, and his white dragon rushed out, strangling a piece of black armor.
"It has the charm of the ancient emperor, but it is also just the charm."
Taiyan Saint Xiang Yifei was very calm and manipulated Heizi to move back and forth, trying his best to save the situation.
The day when the Northern Emperor entered the holy city, he was also there. He watched with his spiritual sense. It was indeed extraordinary, but it did not reach the point where he retreated.
He thought he would lose, such a thing was a bit too early for him.
"Cultivation is like playing chess. You must know that you have no regrets when making a move. If you make a mistake, you will make every step wrong until you lose all the game and you will have no chance to turn over."
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, and the chess path was sharp and decisive. He wiped out most of the black armor like a wind and clouds, winning the victory.
Xiang Yifei smiled faintly and said nothing.
At the same time, among the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Four Symbol Holy Land, and the Nine Sky Holy Land, the three holy sons all had their eyes flashing, looking at the Chuxian Palace, silently.
In the Daxia Dynasty Commercial Bank, Prince Xia Yiming was inviting guests and mentioned the Qingyun Banquet while talking and laughing.
"I wonder if His Highness the Prince will go to the Qingyun Banquet on March 5?"
An elder of the Yuanshu family asked thoughtfully and mentioned the Qingyun Banquet nine days later.
He also heard that the Nangong family, one of the four major source magic families, had a relationship with the Northern Emperor, which made him a little envious.
"I am just going here and I am trying to see the charm of the Northern Emperor."
Xia Yiming put down the wine vessel in his hand and spoke with a smile.
The Golden Family's visitor had been sent over long ago, but he accepted it and gave an answer at that time.
Although he had never seen the Northern Emperor, he had heard a lot of the other party's deeds and became interested.
"So that's it. Please ask Your Highness to take me to wait a long time. We have been fascinated by the Northern Emperor for a long time and want to meet him."
The two elders of the Original Art Family looked at each other, and both smiled and bowed.
“Natural, natural, hahaha.”
The eyes of the prince of Daxia Xia Yiming flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much, but just drank with them.
Outside the business, in the Zuixian Baokou in the center of the holy city, a young man in purple robe sat cross-legged on the top of the attic to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.
From his heavenly spirit, a wisp of blood flowed up the sky, and his whole body was as bright as a dragon, surging like a divine furnace, containing terrifying and terrifying divine power.
The red clouds are raised high, the white gold stars are shining, and his eyes are opened and closed, just like a heavenly being in the ordinary.