Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 375

Many monks present, including Taoist Changhe, all looked up together.

I just don't know when, two suns appeared on the sky!

The extra one is not a sun, but a mirror surrounded by hazy divine light, but the divine light is too dazzling, people can't see the true face of the divine mirror, and can only vaguely judge that it is a mirror.

The moment they saw this mirror, many monks breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense atmosphere was immediately relieved.

After a while, the magic mirror suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a sound like the sound of heaven came from the void.

"Qi Zun, the person who came is not a demon, not an evil guest, just invite him to the Kunlun Shrine."

Biting Zun slowly lowered his paws, nodded thoughtfully, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

After hearing the words of that voice, many saints also retreated slowly, no longer surrounding them.Elder Cangqiu looked at Taoist Changhe, turned around suddenly, and disappeared in an instant.

Taoist Changhe watched Elder Cangqiu leave with a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I'm just talking, who knew it would be like this!" Daoist Changhe was extremely depressed.

Fortunately, a figure walked out of the space ripples.

"Little God Lu Wu, God of Changhe, please follow me..."

call……

Daoist Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, nodded lightly and said "yes", "Let's go!"

……

As if nothing had happened, all the saints slowly retreated to their respective viewing areas.

Ye Ang stood in the void, feeling the cold wind blowing from time to time, feeling a little dazed.

The entire King Conferred battle platform was in a terrible scene, as if it had lost the suppression of the gods, the violent energy on the battle platform began to pour in all directions, and lava rolled and gushed out slowly in the cracked canyon in the middle.

The strong wind began to rage, and the violent sand on the ground was rolled up. It seemed that there was a bigger storm brewing.

It can be predicted that if no one sorts it out, the battlefield with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles here will soon become a chaotic place.

Should I go down?

Ye Ang looked at the battle platform, lost in thought.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should be more conscious and fly down, a light curtain leisurely appeared in front of his eyes.

The light spots representing ninety battle platforms shone brightly, reflecting on Ye Ang's face, making the latter smile unconsciously.

……

A divine light shot up into the sky, and two figures landed on the third battle platform almost at the same time.

No.20 No. [-]!
Looking at the cloud pattern in front of him, Ye Ang breathed a sigh of relief, it's not bad.

He turned around to wait and see, just in time to see Feng Xuan not far away, the two were promoted to the third level battle arena at the same time, and they were old acquaintances, but they looked at each other in a tacit understanding at the same time, then nodded slightly, and then said nothing in a tacit understanding. What more.

Ye Ang noticed that Fengxuan's number was 21.

Although Ye Ang was promoted by the defeated, no one raised any objections on the third level, not even the people in the audience.

Because there is no objection!

A quasi-sage in the mid-term, forcing the incarnation of a sub-sage to resort to the means of the gods, is undoubtedly the biggest favorite to win the championship, so no one thinks there is anything wrong with him being promoted to the third level.

In the prehistoric universe, after all, strength is the main thing.

On the fourth floor of the battle platform, the battle platform where Ye Ang and the others fought began to slowly return to normal under the stirring of the strange force.

……

This round of battles, the time-consuming began to increase significantly. There were 47 battle platforms in the third level. On the seventh day, the number reached [-] people, and the promotion after that was actually getting slower and slower.

There are endless wars of attrition and procrastination, and no one is willing to give up this opportunity.

Moreover, none of the monks who are still fighting in the fourth-floor battle arena is weak.

Among them, Ye Ang's old opponent, Party B, successfully promoted to the third-level battle stage after three years, number 79, and narrowly won.

And Liuyan was promoted before Ye Ang, numbered seven!
In the following matches, the enjoyment of viewing plummeted, and Ye Ang began to retreat on the stage to feel the harvest of this battle.

……

The instant confrontation with Taoist Changhe can be said to have given him a lot of inspiration, especially the possibility of setting foot on the path of Yasheng, which provided him with some thoughts.

These things are extremely important for him to advance on the path of Yasheng in the future.

Especially the sword forming a river, Ye Ang still doesn't understand, it is a solid sub-holy supernatural power, the means of gods.

How could Ye Ang belittle him? He sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind running at high speed, recalling all the scenes in the fight bit by bit, never letting go of a single detail.

……

Under the leadership of Lu Wushen, Taoist Changhe walked leisurely into the Kunlun Shrine.

Inside the Kunlun Shrine, it is extremely spacious, like a piece of heaven and earth, with divine light flowing mightily, fairy clouds covering the ground, and white mist clustering, flowing leisurely.

As far as I can see, there are nearly two thousand sub-sage gods sitting on the two cloud platforms.

Even though he had already guessed that West Kunlun would not be easy, seeing so many sub-holy gods, Taoist Changhe was deeply moved.

As far as the outside world knows, there are only one or two hundred sub-sacred spirits in West Kunlun, but in this hall alone, there are far more.

In the eyes of Taoist Changhe, although some of the saints in the temple are even more projected here, it is not enough to show that there is only such a thing in West Kunlun's sub-sage.

The water in West Kunlun is very deep...

However, these have nothing to do with the purpose of his trip.

The young man in white held his head high and his chest high, walking hundreds of miles with his magical powers, walked to the center of the hall without being humble, facing the Holy Mother of the King of the West.

Although the young man is no more than seven feet tall, his demeanor and demeanor make people stare at him, even if he is a lot of saints, he can't help but admire him.

"The poor way is long river, I have seen the Holy Mother of the King of the West."

The Holy Mother of the King of the West sized Taoist Changhe with eyes as clear as water, with a slight smile on her face, but she did not show the slightest emotion, as if the smile that made people feel close and friendly, like a spring breeze, was the holy face of the world. All attitudes, she seems to be full of closeness to everything.

"I don't know where fellow Daoist Changhe is from. What's the point of coming to West Kunlun?" The Lord of West Kunlun sat on the seat of the God of Yuntai. and graceful nobility.

Even a mysterious figure like Taoist Changhe was a little moved by this stunning beauty, and his heart wavered in the slightest.

But he was only distracted for a moment, and he quickly adjusted.

"The poor way is a casual cultivator, chasing clouds and fog, traveling in all directions."

Taoist Changhe smiled slightly: "As for the intention of Pindao's visit this time, I can't tell outsiders. I hope fellow Taoist Yao Qiong will turn around, and Pindao will explain in detail."

Immediately, many saints glared at each other eagerly, wanting to compete with Taoist Changhe.

It's not that they are afraid that Taoist Changhe will harm the Holy Mother of the Western King. The Holy Mother of the Western King has contributed to the good fortune, and there are only a handful of opponents in the world who can be her opponents, let alone disadvantageous to her.

It's just that the Changhe Taoist's conversation clearly wants to take the initiative in the current situation.

But he didn't weigh himself, saying that the Lord of West Kunlun could crush his incarnation directly with a single move.

(End of this chapter)