Jinzhou Road is an official road in the south of Jiangbei Province. It leads directly to Longjiang and has prosperous trade. Although the officials of the Dayong Dynasty have been mediocre and the place has been unstable in recent years, people still come and go on this road, and business travel continues.
Following the flow of people, a Taoist wearing a green robe and holding a bamboo staff stepped forward. Next to him was a beautiful woman wearing a white skirt and a phoenix hairpin, with a noble and cold temperament.
Although the two of them were walking among the crowd, the people around them seemed to turn a blind eye.
"Master, is the Lord of the Longjiang Water Tribe a real dragon?"
Xu Junming shook his head.
"In this world without immortals, what kind of real dragon is there? It's just a chilong!"
After taking a look, Xu Huang, the fifth disciple, had just succeeded in cultivating the Three Corpses Yuan Shen and trained one of his puppet bodies to be able to walk freely in this world.
"what's your plan?"
Xu Huang shook his head.
"I'm just a little curious!"
"The aura of this world is no longer enough to support a few real dragons and phoenixes!" Xu Junming sighed slightly.
After saying that, he raised his left hand, and as the spiritual light flashed, a few drops of water condensed it into form.
"Even though we are hundreds of miles away, the water vapor is already so rich. The Longjiang River is indeed the first river in Dayong." After a pause, "Let's go, let's go and see what is going on at the Dragon Palace Immortals Festival."
A rare treasure."
Xu Huang nodded.
The two of them flew into the air and disappeared at the end of the road in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the Longjiang River, which is hundreds of miles wide, appeared in front of us.
I saw the surging river, turning up thousands of silver waves; the roar of the water was like spring thunder.
At a glance, the sky and water meet each other, but you can't see where they came from. Looking forward, the embankment condenses into a black line, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and reality.
What a great river!
After Dunguang circled above the river, he suddenly fell into the water.
After sinking hundreds of feet, a magnificent palace appeared on the cliff ahead.
This palace covers a vast area, with eaves and brackets, making it extremely majestic.
Thousands of auras bloom, as if made of crystal, adding endless luxury.
"Is this the Dragon Palace?" Xu Huang said.
Xu Junming nodded and said, "What do you think?"
"Living in such a gorgeous and magnificent place, most of the Longjiang Shui Tribe are vulgar people who like to relax, hate work, and have no ambition to make progress." Xu Huang frowned.
After taking a look at her, he didn't know if it was because the dragon and phoenix clans were naturally incompetent, or something else. Every time he mentioned the dragon clan, Xu Huang had a look of contempt on his face.
"Huang'er, don't act recklessly because of your own preferences. Be careful to cover up the situation with one side and lose the vigilance you should have."
Xu Huang's heart trembled and he respectfully responded with a 'yes'.
"Let's go!"
The two of them dropped down and walked along the straight path leading to the Dragon Palace, arriving in front of a magnificent archway.
There are generals in helmets and armor guarding the place, and they seem to have elite aura.
Seeing the two men, the general on duty quickly stepped forward.
Although it is said that the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door is indeed arrogant on weekdays, the gatekeeper general is indeed arrogant, but today is the time when the grand gathering of immortals in the Dragon Palace is held every thirty years.
If chaos was caused by his own negligence, the Dragon King would definitely skin him.
Moreover, the people who came to participate in the grand event were all highly cultivated and powerful people, so the gatekeeper demon general became even more diligent.
Seeing the two people approaching, they greeted them from a distance.
After secretly glancing at the beautiful and cold-tempered Xu Huang, he bowed.
"Are these two real people coming to attend the grand gathering of immortals in Longjiang Dragon Palace?"
"Exactly!"
"I wonder if there is an invitation?"
Xu Junming waved his hand, and a gold-gilded invitation flew into his hand.
The gatekeeper demon opened it and took a look. His ankles softened and he almost didn't fall down.
He put away the invitation with a slight trembling, and looked at Xu Junming in shock and a bit of fear.
"You...are you Master Chongshan?"
"Exactly!"
The gatekeeper demon general swallowed his saliva.
Xu Junming, a real person from Chongshan, swept through the Black Heart Demon Sect and built his reputation by stepping on the corpses of hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators.
So far, south of Longjiang, the cultivation world in the seven provinces of Dayong is peaceful, and the cultivation of demons has almost disappeared, all due to his contribution.
The decisiveness of killing and the ruthlessness of methods can stop children from crying at night among the demon clan.
"Real people please come in!"
He respectfully handed over the invitation. After Xu Junming took it back, he led his disciples forward.
The gatekeeper demon general also quickly sent a little water demon to go in and report.
"Master, the crab demon was almost frightened by you just now and revealed its true form." Xu Huang said with a smile.
"Just a cowardless person!"
Staring at the endless palaces not far away, Xu Junming said calmly: "I made a fortune for my master before I came. This trip is a very bad fortune. I can't believe that this grand gathering of immortals in the Dragon Palace will turn into a life and death battle."
.Since you followed me, be more alert. When it’s time to take action, don’t hesitate. If you lose, go back to Dihuang Mountain.”
"Master, don't worry. This three-corpse clone of Huang'er has survived the heavenly tribulation and advanced to the level of soul. With the help of the spiritual treasure given by the master, although it is not invincible in the next world, it can't win the disciple's monk
Not much."
After a pause, there was a hint of fire in his eyes.
"My disciple has been cultivating in the phoenix egg for such a long time. It's time for him to have a good fight and get some fresh air."
Glancing at her, Xu Junming showed a smile on his face.
Xu Huang's vehicle for cultivating the three corpse clones was his former puppet body, 'Coiling Snake Woman'.
This person was originally the fourth-ranked master among the nine heavenly kings of the Black Heart Demon Sect, and his cultivation had already reached Nascent Soul Perfection.
Later, Xu Junming's cultivation level became higher and higher, and the puppets including Pan She Po had basically no role other than teaching in Chongshan Academy.
Later, Xu Huang needed a carrier to practice the three corpse clones, so Xu Junming gave her the Snake Panpo puppet.
It took him half a year to convert his magic power, and he survived the Heavenly Tribulation of the Soul after he was born.
The only thing that surprised Xu Junming was that the Snake Panpo puppet, who looked like a salt-free mother-in-law, actually turned into a cold, noble and beautiful woman in her hands?
Sure enough, even female immortals, except for a few, are inevitably yearning for beauty.
Later, when she learned that Xu Junming was coming to Longjiang to attend the Dragon Palace Fair, Xu Huangjing was so excited that she came with him.
While the master and apprentice were talking, a large group of people swarmed out from the palace at the end of the straight road.
There were four people walking at the front.
One is Ye Guyun, the governor of the Xuanjing Division whom he has met several times. He is walking on the far left at the moment.
To his right is an old monk with white eyebrows wearing cassock and shaved head.
The Buddha's light around him was faint, and his aura was obscure. He was obviously an eminent monk in the state of enlightenment.
To the right of the old monk is a half-hundred-year-old man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a majestic aura and strong dragon energy.
There is no doubt that this person is Ao Kun, the leader of the Longjiang Shui Tribe.
Next to Ao Kun, there was a red-faced and white-haired woman wearing Ge Yi and holding a mulberry stick.
To be able to walk with Ao Kun, it is obvious that this woman is also a great monk in the realm of Yuanshen.
When Xu Junming looked at them, these people, including the people behind them, were also looking at Xu Junming.
In the past few decades, Chongshan Master Xu Junming has destroyed the Dahengshan Demon Clan, exterminated the remnants of Chongyang Dao, and swept away the Black Heart Demon Sect. His tyrannical strength and merciless killings have shocked the entire spiritual world.
In the past thousands of years, there has never been such a cruel person, a hatred of evil, and a stubborn person.
However, except for Xu Junming, the four of them, including those behind them, all became curious about Xu Huang who was following him.
"A strange Yuanshen monk?"
Everyone secretly speculated on Xu Huang's origin.
As a landowner, Ao Kun took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Master Chongshan is here to visit us. It's a great honor for Longjiang to come!"
"Your Majesty the Dragon King, you are very polite. It is a blessing for me to be invited to participate in the grand gathering of immortals in the Dragon Palace."
After slightly cupping his hands, Xu Junming turned his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, long time no see!"
"Ye Guyun is very lucky to see fellow Taoist again today."
After he finished speaking, his eyes turned.
"I wonder if this fellow Taoist is...?"
"This is my fifth disciple Xu Huang!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Ao Kun was especially shocked.
This is a disciple at the Yuan Shen level!
"Xu Huang pays homage to all seniors!"
"Fellow Taoist is the Yuanshen cultivator. We can just make friends with our peers." Ye Guyun said quickly.
Xu Huang smiled and said nothing more.
Glancing at her, Ye Guyun said: "Fellow Daoist Xu, when did you accept such an outstanding disciple? Why have I never heard of you before?"
Everyone looked at Xu Junming with the same doubt.
"Huang'er has been under my sect for a long time. He used to practice in seclusion. It was only recently that he broke through the realm of soul and came out of seclusion. Come with me to participate in this grand gathering of immortals in the Dragon Palace."
After taking in all the different expressions on everyone's faces, Xu Junming smiled calmly.
"I have already met Daoist Fellow Daoist Ao and Fellow Daoist Ye. I wonder who these two fellow Daoists are...?"
"Let me introduce you to fellow Taoist."
As the host of this grand event, the Dragon King naturally does his part to do this kind of thing.
"This is Master Xingkong, the head of the White Horse Temple Buddhist Academy!"
The strongest Buddhist sect in Dayong is the Baima Temple located on Baima Mountain, three hundred miles outside Zhongzhou City.
Baima Temple is divided into Buddhist Courtyard and Bodhi Courtyard.
The Buddhist Courtyard is for men, and the Bodhi Courtyard is for women.
Both houses have their own masters. The master of the South Branch is the Master Xingkong in front of him; and the master of the Women's Branch is the man who wanted to forcefully recruit Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi in Miaoxiang Temple outside Jinhua County a few years ago.
As a disciple, Xin Ming Shen Ni was beaten away by Xu Junming.
"I've met Master Xinkong."
"Amitabha, the old monk has seen Master Xu!"
Judging from his expression, his attitude was calm and there was nothing strange in his eyes. I wonder if he knew about the failure of Xinming Shenni at the hands of Xu Junming.
"This is the white-haired fairy Yunmei from Wuding Island in the East China Sea, Zhenren Yun!"
Xu Junming's eyes changed slightly.
Although this was the first time he met Yun Xiangu, he was familiar with several veteran Yuanshen practitioners in Dayong.
The white-haired fairy Yunmei is the only casual cultivator of Yuanshen in the world of Dayong cultivation.
A body full of water skills, reaching the pinnacle.
The Wuding Island in the East China Sea where I live was originally a barbaric wilderness with many demons, natives leading beasts and cannibalism, and a harsh environment.
As a result, under her suppression, within a hundred years, everything was calm. The land of the East China Sea became a holy land for casual cultivators outside Dayong.