On the white clouds, palaces are spread out, strange flowers are in bloom, Yao grass is spread on the ground, fairy mist is surging, but it is no more than knee high, many cranes and Luan birds are flying, and longevity apes are carrying peaches and pouring wine.
The grand gathering in Yaochi has begun, and the pure land is abuzz with excitement. Heroes from all directions are visiting, the world's strong men have gathered, and strange people and hermits from all walks of life have appeared one after another.
The Yaochi Grand Meeting, also known as the Peach Fair, is held every five hundred years or so. Many powerful people come to participate in the grand meeting.
Ji Haoyue's mood was inexplicably complicated and full of emotions. No wonder Ye Fan, that kid, once came to Beidou Emperor Burial Star and suspected that this place was the source of Chinese myths and legends.
The Peach Conference was a familiar yet unfamiliar name, but now he was experiencing it personally as an important guest.
I believe that boy Ye Fan must be in a very complicated mood right now, and even has a dreamlike and unreal feeling!
The banquet venue was a huge heavenly palace suspended in the sea of clouds. Both sides were filled with jade tables and chairs, and some strange stones stood in the middle for the heroes to watch.
Ji Haoyue knew very well that Yaochi wanted to take this opportunity to solve the hidden dangers of this Peach Conference.
Whether it was a strange stone left by Master Yuan Tian back then or some strange stones collected by Yaochi himself, many of them had problems.
Ji Haoyue and a group of others were walking among the suspended jade buildings. There were lotus ponds, flowers and trees everywhere, and clouds and mist shrouded their feet, as if they were in heaven.
People kept coming on clouds, all of them well-known people, just like immortals attending a meeting.
Of course, these people are just showing off, and their so-called soaring clouds and fogs are in no way comparable to Ji Haoyue's magical power of flying millions of miles a day.
"The old uncle of the Great Xia Dynasty has arrived."
"Boom!"
Nine golden dragons pulled the divine chariot and rolled quickly through the clouds and mist. The steward elders who were specially responsible for receiving the big shots called the names and said.
"The Lord of the Arctic Ice God Palace has arrived."
Nine ice-blue luan birds, pulling a sacred chariot, passed quickly from the other direction, as light as a blue light.
The Arctic Shrine is located on the extreme ice sheet of the Northern Plains. It is one of the oldest holy places in the world. It has a long history and profound foundation. The most important thing is that it is far enough away from the Eastern Wasteland and the Northern Territory, at least tens of millions of miles away.
It can be seen from this that the reputation of Yaochi Grand Meeting is so great that being able to participate is a symbol of status.
Many casual cultivators will never have a chance in their lifetime, so they can only meet up with immortals and brag in the cities near Yaochi.
"The West Desert Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva Visits."
A white jade elephant with a huge mountain peak and a simple thatched house on its back came through the air.
"Wow, it's such a damn luxury that it blinds the emperor's eyes. It's actually a thatched house made of Enlightenment Grass and Meditation Wood."
The big black dog suddenly lost his composure, howled and exclaimed.
"The Enlightenment Grass and the Meditation Tree are both rare. Although they are not as good as the Ancient Enlightenment Tea Tree, they are treasures comparable to tens of thousands of years old medicine."
Ji Haoyue reads a lot, but others are not as good as him. He just explained casually.
Suddenly, everyone screamed in surprise.
"I saw a female Bodhisattva inside, with layers of divine rings covering the back of her head."
Ye Fan solemnly interrupted.
"For Xi Mo, the Bodhisattva is an existence comparable to the Tao-killing King."
Ji Haoyue said again without any surprise.
Now, Ye Fan, Hei Huang, Li Heishui and others were completely uneasy.
Even the Holy Prince is a kind of golden light. Nowadays, when the Saint is almost invisible, the Dao-Slaying King is walking sideways.
"They say that the Western Desert Taoism is mysterious and unfathomable, but now I believe it."
Jiang Huairen stammered.
Ji Haoyue frowned, which was consistent with the original plot. If he remembered correctly, in the original plot, only the Venerable came from the Western Desert, that is, the most powerful person at the Holy Lord level.
"Holy Prince, do you know that your uncle is a monk in the Western Desert?"
Ji Haoyue felt guilty. She tricked the Western Desert, diverted the trouble to the west, stole the magic medicine and blamed it on the Holy Prince's uncle to fight against the Buddha. Isn't it very authentic!
"The War King of Nanling War Temple is here."
Nanling War Temple, it is said that there is a secret to becoming a god, and their war king actually came.
"The Holy Lord of Beiyuan Golden Family has arrived!"
An ancient golden chariot rumbled, with ancient and ancient traces engraved on it. Nine dragons pulled the chariot and stopped in the distance. The leader of the Golden Clan of Beiyuan arrived.
"..."
The big shots appeared one after another, and various divine chariots shimmered in the sky, rolling over the sky like vehicles of the gods.
At a glance, they are all dragons pulling carts, and the descendants of phoenix birds flying. Every strange beast is extremely powerful and extraordinary.
Ji Haoyue and his party were personally arranged by the Supreme Elder of Yaochi to sit at the bottom of the Heavenly Palace.
To be honest, based on their seniority alone, Ji Haoyue, Ye Fan and others are not qualified to enter the Tiangong, and can only stay in the palaces outside the Tiangong.
You must know that most of the people in this heavenly palace are the heroes of one party, who are in charge of this land, or they are strangers with extraordinary status.
As for Li Heishui and others, because Ji Haoyue's reputation was big enough and her temper was bad enough, the people in Yaochi were afraid that this guy would cause trouble, so they all arranged to be placed at the bottom of the Tiangong.
People in the Yaochi Holy Land knew very well that once Li Heishui and others were bullied outside, the Great Demon King Ji Haoyue turned his back and suppressed those saints and saints. Of course, doing business in his Yaochi would not look good on anyone.
And Ji Haoyue was very kind to Yaochi and the hope for the future of Yaochi Holy Land. The Corpse King was close to Ji Haoyue. The Queen Mother also liked Ji Haoyue and would only try her best to satisfy his requests.
The most important thing is that even if Ji Haoyue causes trouble, Yaochi Holy Land can't do anything to him, because all three members of the Ji family are here, and many people have seen them.
Ji Wanli, a terrifying living fossil with a high level of seniority and cultivation, never went anywhere and hid in Ji Haoyue's void almost every step of the way.
Ji Baizhan would occasionally greet people, but he would always be near or near Ji Haoyue. Even though the seating arrangement in the Heavenly Palace meant that he should be in front.
As a result, this old guy directly occupied the seats next to Ji Haoyue and others, and told the elders in charge of Yaochi that he wanted to sit here.
As for Mr. Ji Hong, of course he could only follow Ji Baizhan and serve him carefully.
All the elders in Yaochi were speechless. Why did the Ji family produce such three living treasures?
Ji Hong, who is the weakest, is now a powerful man, but he can only pour wine for Ji Baizhan.
"Ancestor, please find a place to eat and drink. Don't hide next to me. Your presence here will make all the fairies in Yaochi fearful."
Ji Haoyue reluctantly sent a message to Ji Wanli and said.
"Okay, that makes sense!"
Ji Wanli was very straightforward and showed his body directly, came to Ji Baizhan's side, pushed him aside, sat down with a golden sword, and said calmly.
"Pour the wine!"
Mr. Ji Baizhan quickly grabbed the jug from Ji Hong's hand and poured wine for Ji Wanli himself.
Ji Hong had some doubts about life, feeling that his great power was fake and that he was not as good as a follower, living in dire straits.
In the front, the Holy Master of the Ji family twitched at the corner of his mouth. If he could, he really wouldn't want to be the head of the Ji family. It was too embarrassing, and he had no status at all.
Ever since Ji Baizhan broke through to the Dao-Slaying King, he was on pins and needles. Later, when Ji Wanli came along, he didn't even want to do it anymore.
Moreover, a few days ago, Ji Haoyue's father also officially reached the second level of Sendai.