The moment the dawn fell on the earth, the sound of bells and cauldrons that could wash away the dirt in the soul, like the sounds of gods and Buddhas, sounded in the towering temple.
The sound of the temple bells and cauldrons spread throughout the world.
Chu Yue temporarily left Ye Mohan, used the disguise technique to change Long Zu's face, and put the mask back on her face.
In those light purple eyes, there was only a ruined desolation.
Looking carefully, deep in the desolation, there is a murderous intention rolling in like a stormy sea.
She sat back on the chariot arranged by Shura Realm, and while swaying, she opened her fan in a lazy and charming manner, which was sparkling in the blazing sun.
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The temple is located high in the sky.
There are 30,000 steps between heaven and earth.
The stairs are as wide as a vast plain.
Standing at the bottom and looking up, the height of the temple and the 30,000 steps are frightening, giving rise to a sense of worship and surrender.
From a distance, you can see the giant sculpture in the clouds and mist.
It's as lifelike as if the heroes were here in person.
Immortal Emperor Hongmeng stood with his hands behind his back, closing his eyes and taking a nap. His whole body was wrapped with lightning bolts, showing his majestic aura.
The master of the Martial Arts Temple wears a strange and beautiful mask and carries a mad sword on his shoulder. He is both good and evil.
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One after another, the heroes of the year formed this shocking picture of the sky and established the majesty of the temple.
Chu Yue closed her Linguang fan, narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at the giant sculptures one after another, and all kinds of familiar and complicated feelings emerged in her heart.
It's like meeting old friends in another way, and it's like returning to the high-spirited time 90,000 years ago.
For banquet attendees from the Five Continents, only those invited can enter the temple.
As for the rest, they have to wait under ten thousand steps.
Therefore, countless people have already gathered below the stairs.
When Chu Yue stepped down from the sedan chair, she saw a young man with a scholarly air holding an ancient book walking from the side.
The young man is dressed in white as snow, with a jade thorn pinned to his waist, and a mole of tears on the tip of his eye.
He looked up at the temple above and sighed: "The bells and tripods are eternal flowers, but the Elf City is nowhere to be seen. My heart goes to the temple, and I pass thirty thousand steps. The breeze washes my earthly body, and I don't see the decay of yesterday."
This person is none other than Mu Baiyi, who is ranked tenth on the Honghu Martial Arts Ranking.
"Master Chu Clan."
Mu Baiyi held an ancient book in her hand and bowed to Chu Tianba from a distance.
Chu Yue held her fan in bow and nodded lightly, "Brother Mu."
After Mu Baiyi stepped up the steps to the temple, a mighty giant followed him.
Those who appeared one after another were all geniuses from the Honghu List.
What is strange is that the temple has invited all the warriors from the Honghu List to attend the banquet, but no genius from the Lingtian Continent has yet appeared.
Although there are very few Honghu geniuses in Lingtian, a fly's legs are still meat no matter how small they are. It is really weird that there is not even one Lingtian Honghu genius.
Someone whispered: "In my opinion, Lingtian's Honghu genius is afraid that he does not dare to compete with Xuanhan, Qingqiu, Huangquan, and Biluo, so he deliberately hides away. If I were Lingtian's warrior, I would
I'm so embarrassed that I don't even dare to raise my head in front of the other four continents."
"Yes, among the Honghu geniuses who came, Mu Baiyi is special. Mu Baiyi does not belong to any one continent, but he belongs to the entire imperial domain."
"It's rare for Mu Baiyi to see him. It's really rare for him to show up. It's probably for the sake of Shen Xueji, the Holy Queen of Qingqiu."
"I must be here for Holy Queen Xue Ji. This Wulu Banquet is organized by Holy Queen Qingqiu. You know, in the past, Mu Baiyi could not be invited even if he was the master of the land."
"..."
While the crowd was chattering, the banquet attendees from the five continents walked up the stairs to the temple as the last bells and cauldrons sounded.
Nan Yongning's face was burned by unprovoked flames last night, and now he appeared wearing a veil, closely following Shen Xueji.
She raised her head and looked at the unruly red figure. The hands under her sleeves were slightly curled up, and there were some ripples of throbbing in her calm eyes.
"Emperor Ye Tian, I feel sorry for what happened in the Infinite War."
Shen Xueji's phoenix robe trailed to the ground ten feet away, and she wore a brilliant phoenix crown on her head. She looked at Emperor Ye Tian and sighed: "I never thought that Palace Master Li Liancheng would be that kind of person."
Emperor Ye Tian knew her vicious heart, so he tried to hold back his nausea but had to give in, "The Holy Queen has a heart."
"Is it possible that Emperor Ye Tian didn't invite Ye Chuyue after blaming Ben?"
Shen Xueji explained: "Although this Wulu Banquet is organized by me and the temple, it is not decided by me alone. After all, Chu Yue is young, and she is your daughter, Emperor Ye Tian, so why force her to come?"
Attending the banquet would only make the world think too much. What's more, although she is the master of the Martial Temple, it is difficult to see the Martial God in the Martial Temple today. She was originally afraid that the world would see the current desolation of the Martial Temple and think of the menacing ghosts in the void.
, it will make people panic.”
Every word Shen Xueji said seemed to be speaking for Ye Chuyue, but in fact, it was a secret attempt to lower Ye Chuyue into the mud.
They are all saying that she, Ye Chuyue, is not worthy of attending the banquet.
Emperor Ye Tian had a stern look on his face and even went to show his support.
"I thought that only the talkative women in the countryside could chatter endlessly, but I didn't expect that Shen Sheng and Empress Shen had 'different approaches but the same purpose'."
Emperor Ye Tian said impatiently: "There is a Wulu Banquet on the left and right. If you don't come, you won't come. Empress Shen Sheng keeps talking about it, but she has lost everyone's style and shows her petty style."
Xie Qingyan, who was traveling with him, took over the conversation and said: "I heard that Queen Shen was raised in Xinghua Village in the east of Xuanhan in her early years. It was a remote and sparsely populated place. Queen Shen probably didn't even have anyone to talk to, and now she is like this.
I want to say a few more words, Emperor Ye Tian, to understand the difficulties faced by Queen Shen."
Shen Xueji's face suddenly became dark and cold, blood suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her aura became as sharp as a sword.
Those days in Xinghua Village were a shame in Shen Xueji's life, and a past she least wanted to mention.