Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 146 Yandu
Qinglian collar in the Southern Territory.

The small sect that was originally on the side of the Anwei Kingdom has now spanned more than [-] miles, annexing all the three surrounding mortal kingdoms, focusing on one side, and avoiding all other forces.

Even the Yaoguang Holy Land closest to the various countries chose to evacuate, unwilling to have a head-on conflict with the Qinglian Territory.

Two years have changed a lot of things. Yan, Han, and Wei who occupied this place before no longer exist.

Even Great Chu, which has the most extensive territory, was forced to move its capital, its territory and population dropped sharply, and it was confiscated by the Yaoguang Holy Land as a foreign domain and directly ruled.

The main city of Qinglian Territory was built near the Yunduan Mountain Range. Although the sources here are sparse and the aura is gone, there are still more than enough monks to supply the secret realm of the Dao Palace.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Qinglian leader is just a new force, and the two major priests, the Huanglong demon general and Lu Yu demon general, are not stationed in the sect, but live in their own cities.

Chu Yue, the lord of Qinglian City, only has the cultivation base of Shenqiao, so she is not considered a big force.

Among the major powers in the southern region, only the Holy Land of Yaoguang really knows the identity of Emperor Qinglian's soldiers, and the rest are just guessing.

At this moment in Yancheng, two nobles in brocade were standing on the city gate tower, among them was a young man with a handsome face looking down at Sheng Sheng below the tower, as if he was looking for something.

Another middle-aged man stood silently behind the young man, his eyes were shining with golden light, and his breath was deep.

Su Yu withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and the spiritual thoughts transmitted the voice: "Lingyang, have you found it?"

Lingyang, who had changed into an ordinary face, replied: "My subordinate's spiritual thoughts have been covering Yancheng, and I haven't found the girl His Highness mentioned."

The city is a world of mortals. Pedestrians come and go on the street. There are various food stalls on both sides. The crystal candied haws and yellow-orange pears glow beautifully under the sunlight. Accompanied by one or two long and lively shouts, the old man and the children were communicating in low voices, full of fireworks.

"Candied haws, the fruit of the century-old hawthorn tree, take a walk, take a look, pass by, don't miss it!"

"Liji Roasted Duck Restaurant, fragrant meat and thick bone soup, one product, two meals and three enjoyments!"

Su Yu looked at the scenery of Yandu, and said thoughtfully: "Are you early? Or are you waiting for Ye Fan?"

He smiled and disappeared into the morning sun, and the middle-aged man behind him also turned into a pale golden rain, dissipating in the light.

In the Ji family in the Southern Region, in the palace belonging to the eighth patriarch of the Ji family, a beautiful girl sat quietly on the table with an extremely respectful attitude.

An old man in black robes stood in the hall and kept pacing. His aura was revealed. The coercion of the peak of the first layer of Sendai caused Ji Biyue below to change color a little.

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family stopped, looked down at the anxious Ji Biyue, and said with a gloomy expression, "You almost ruined my event?"

"Grandpa Eight forgives the sin. Biyue also wanted to complete the tasks that Patriarch Eight told him as soon as possible, but Sister Ziyue's spiritual sense is very keen, and she discovered my arrangement early, so she escaped."

Ji Biyue lowered her head, expressing her difficulties sincerely.

The last time the eighth patriarch of the Ji family asked her to fetch Ji Ziyue's bronze ring, she failed, but she got a lot of benefits.

Now her eighth grandpa is in the ascendant in the family, with a very high status and a generous hand.

If he can support her, it is very important to her and to her father.

"Humph!"

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family flicked his sleeves, turned around, and didn't say anything else, this time Ji Biyue's aggressiveness made him somewhat displeased.

Ji Biyue noticed that the other party's anger had slowed down a bit, so she stood up, taking lotus steps, a green robe shone with beautiful brilliance, covering her graceful body, revealing her fair and tender skin as she walked, with a kind of touching Heartfelt charm.

"Grandpa Eight, Sister Ziyue is only in the Divine Bridge Realm, but she can escape the tracking of two clansmen in the secret realm of the Dao Palace. There must be a big secret in this."

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family glanced at Ji Biyue, and said without saying anything, "Biyue, let's stop this matter!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and two palace servants with indifferent faces walked out of the hall.

"His Highness Biyue, please!"

Ji Biyue closed her eyes, said nothing more, saluted respectfully, and then walked out of the palace slowly.

Calm was restored in the magnificent palace, only the candles in the blue glazed lamps were burning, quietly and silently.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past, causing a row of candles to flicker, a crack was torn open in the void, and a black shadow stepped out from it, turning into a young man in black robes. It was Ji Biyue's father, Ji Yanyun.

Ji Yanyun glanced at the eighth patriarch of the Ji family, sat calmly on the case table, and said quietly: "It's just a trivial matter, why blame Bi Yue."

"Yan Yun, it seems that your daughter is more impatient than you."

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family also sat cross-legged, looked into Ji Yanyun's eyes, and said meaningfully.

"It's not a big deal, but this time Biyue is indeed a little impatient, I will tell her when I go back."

Regarding Ji Yanyun's promise, the eighth patriarch of the Ji family didn't say much. He showed a trace of divine power, looked at the handsome Ji Yanyun, and said thoughtfully: "You have broken the way of Immortal Er?"

Ji Yan Yundun, who was drinking, stood up, put down the jade lamp, stared at the eighth uncle with black hair and black robe, finally nodded, and said softly: "It happened a while ago."

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family chuckled, held up the jade lamp and tasted it slightly, and said with deep meaning: "Why don't you say this kind of happy event, the family hasn't shown great power for a long time!"

Ji Yanyun's eyes were clear, and he said very frankly: "Uncle Ba, don't try it anymore, you are right, I really want to fight for the position of the Holy Master!"

"A year ago, Yanzhi had climbed the sixth small step of the Sendai Erzhongtian. It is too difficult for you to catch up with him."

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family shook his head slightly, he was not optimistic about Ji Yanyun's future, the ancient aristocratic family, the blood is the most respected, and the strength is second.

Although Ji Yanyun is also Ji Tianyun's direct son, there is still a big gap compared with Ji Yanzhi.

He has only stepped into the Second Heaven of Sendai not long ago, and Ji Yanzhi is already close to a high-level power, so this kind of competition is meaningless.

"I know, but this can be regarded as a knot in my heart. Now that I have achieved Immortal Er, I still want to give it a try. Eighth Uncle wants to propose a marriage for Cao Daoyou, and Yan Yun will definitely help him!"

Ji Yanyun didn't hide his thoughts, and directly put out his price tag.

"Can you be the master of Ziyue?"

"Elder brother is even less likely to betroth Ziyue to an outsider."

Seeing the teasing gesture of the eighth patriarch of the Ji family, Ji Yanyun released a bit of coercion, and in an instant, an aura of great power filled the hall.

"In two years, I broke through two realms!"

The eighth patriarch of the Ji family drank a cup of aged wine without changing his face, his eyes shone with a dark light, like an abyss, exuding the rhythm of the void.

He said lightly: "I won't participate in this kind of thing. In fact, you don't need to ask for my help. If you can make great progress and become a Dao slayer, there is no need to fight for the position of the Holy Master. The whole family will embrace you as a saint." host."

As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yanyun, who had a gentle personality, changed color a little.

Seeing the Eighth Patriarch's expression of not wanting to get involved, he felt a little helpless, closed his eyes, and said with a complex expression: "Why should the Eighth Uncle be joking, cutting the Dao barrier is like a moat, it's not easy!"

For thousands of years, only the ancestor of the whole Huanggu Ji family broke through the Zhan Dao Tianguan, and the rest of the immortals with extraordinary talents all stopped at the level of the Holy Master.

Although he believed that he could become a Holy Lord, the third heaven of Sendai was as difficult as reaching the sky. Many peerless Holy Lords and Emperors of Zhongzhou were trapped in this way, and finally died at the end of their lives.

Ji Yanyun got up and bowed, and said nothing more. The eighth uncle's attitude was already on the surface, and it was useless to say more!
Seeing Ji Yanyun leaving, the eighth patriarch of the Ji family smiled mockingly.

Originally, he just wanted to hide behind the scenes and monitor Ji Ziyue with the help of Ji Biyue, but he didn't expect to be mistaken by Ji Yanyun.

(End of this chapter)