"Devil."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, and only he could hear it.

That's right, that decadent man looks exactly like the mortal Holy Son of the Demon Family.

He had seen a face like this once in the black hole, that is, the evil thought of the black shadow. Even though it was just an evil thought, it was a thief with great magical power, using the sky as a drum, and it almost destroyed him.

At that time, Yun Yan once said that the honor of the evil thoughts of the black shadow is exactly the same as that of the holy king.

"They are so similar." Yanyu murmured softly.

The honor of the Holy King is not a secret. She once had the honor to see a portrait.

Comparing them two by two, it turns out that they are more than just likenesses, they are almost carved out of the same mold.

"He is a holy king." Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"The Holy King has been buried long ago." Yanyu responded via voice transmission.

"What if it's a fake death?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"Impossible, my master was present on the day when the Holy Lord was buried." Yanyu confirmed, "My master said personally that the Holy Lord died without even a trace of his soul left."

Zhao Yun didn't answer anymore and silently called Yun Yan.

"I don't know." Yun Yan shook her head slightly, unable to tell any clues.

Or maybe she is just an incarnation and does not have the vision of the real person.

Zhao Yun looked inside Zifu and wanted to ask the sword master.

However, the Sword Master was drowning in the Immortal Pond, and he was too embarrassed to bother him.

The lively event was suddenly depressed because of that decadent man. It was only because the Holy Lord had such a great reputation. In the past, he fought fiercely in the Northern Wasteland with a sword and gained a reputation that was unparalleled in the world. It was a nightmare for a generation.

"is it him?"

Too many old guys narrowed their eyes slightly, wondering whether they were asking themselves or their colleagues.

Especially the enemies of the Da Luo Immortal Sect are on pins and needles at this moment. The reason why the Holy Lord died in the battle in the past was because of protecting the Da Luo Immortal Sect. The reason why he protected the Da Luo Immortal Sect was not because of the siege from all directions.

"They are both physically and mentally destroyed. There is no way they belong to him."

"I was also present that day, and I was indeed very shaken."

"The Holy Lord has created a great fortune, but Bao Buqi has used it as a cover-up."

The old guys are secretly transmitting messages, trying to tell the truth.

But the so-called truth cannot be explained in just three words.

Subconsciously, many people looked at Yantian Laodao.

They can't see the clues, and God can't figure out the mystery without acting on behalf of others.

However, Yantian Lao Dao, who was under the spotlight of everyone, frowned slightly. He used the deduction method and it was true, but he did not calculate it. It was not that his method was not good or not, but that the man had a mysterious power to cover it up.

On the other side, the decadent man had found a corner to sit down.

He was like an idle outsider, even though he was stared at from all directions, he showed no emotion at all.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the atmosphere of the grand gathering has become particularly depressing because of him alone.

"Fellow Taoist, it's so strange!"

>Yuyou's words sounded, coming from Zhenjue Taoist.

Someone has to jump out and ask if he doesn't mind being the first person. If he is really a holy king, it is necessary to fight again today. There are so many peak immortal kings, but I don't believe that they can't defeat him.

"It's just idle clouds and wild cranes." The decadent man said calmly, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

The old Taoist Zhen Jue couldn't help but stand up after hearing this. This was not the answer he wanted.

Then, there were many people with powerful backgrounds who stood up. Their old eyes flashed and they stared at that person. Many of them secretly mobilized their original immortal power and were quite ready to fight.

The atmosphere of the grand gathering was instantly depressing to the extreme. Fortunately, the seniors were able to withstand the pressure from all directions. The juniors, such as Zhao Yun, found it difficult to breathe and felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

"We in Kunlun are honored to have visitors from all over the world."

At the moment when the swords were at war, a word from outside the sky resounded throughout the night.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a person appear, an old man in plain clothes, with a gentle smile. There was no trace of a monk's breath in him, and his old eyes were calmer than Zhishui's.

He is the ancestor of Kunlun, known as the Immortal Lord of Kunlun in the world.

Everyone present looked at him with fear.

This is not a fairy king, but a genuine demigod.

Because of his arrival, the atmosphere at the scene changed again, and the pressure of the cage evening event turned into a breeze. The juniors felt it most vividly, because the mountain that was pressing on them was lifted off at this moment.

When the host comes, who dares not to show face?

Look at those powerful people, each one is more honest than the last.

This is the situation that Kunlun Immortal Lord wants to see. Even if he wants to fight, he has to wait until the grand event starts. As long as both parties are willing, he will not stop it. As for now, it is best not to make trouble.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but my Taoist friend from Kunlun is still as charming as ever!"

"Looking at your Taoist friend's aura, he seems to be a sign of becoming a god."

"If you want to become the supreme king someday, don't forget about this bad old man like me."

Laughter rang out, and many elders stood up and exchanged greetings.

The tense gathering returned to a peaceful posture. Despite the turbulent undercurrents, they were all suppressed by force. On other people's territory, you must understand the rules. If Kunlun Immortal Lord gets angry, the consequences will be serious.

"So strong!" Zhao Yun said in his heart.

This is his judgment on Kunlun Immortal Lord. It is really unfathomable.

And what this century-old event needs is people like this to dominate the scene.

"No need to be formal."

Immortal Lord Kunlun smiled and glanced at the decadent man in an incomprehensible way.

The demigod's vision is incomparable to that of the Immortal King. He has vague clues to the mysteries that others cannot see, and that strange one.

A person may not be a true Saint King, but he is definitely inseparable from the Saint King.

Having seen a decadent person, he also glanced at Zhao Yun.

He was surprised. He didn't see Bu Nian Tian, ​​but it was Holy Lord Da Luo who came.

Zhao Yun moved his eyes away and just ate the fruit. Even if the Immortal Lord glanced at him, he felt doubly depressed. He was only half a step away from being a god, and there was a terrifying aura in his every move.

Zheng.! .??.

Accompanied by the resounding sound of the piano, the event kicked off completely.

Many fairies came on stage and danced like butterflies.

"please."

Immortal Lord Kunlun held the wine glass and looked around with a smile.

The guests did not dare to neglect, this was a toast from the demigod.

"Old Taoist, stop hiding it."

Before the guests could put down their wine glasses, they heard a rough voice.

He is a brave man from the barbarian tribe. He is taller when he is sitting than when he is standing.

Immortal Lord Kunlun just smiled and gently emitted a ray of fairy light.

The fairy light turned into small cloud platforms, arranged in an orderly manner.

Then, fairies came in one by one, like serving food, holding three or five secret volumes in their hands, more or less, placed on each cloud platform, one volume after another neatly arranged.

"what does this mean."

Zhao Yun asked casually while looking for Feng Wu himself.

"Those secret scrolls are all the insights left by the ancestors of the Kunlun lineage. They are compiled into books. Every time there is a grand gathering in Kunlun, the Immortal Lord will take them out for visitors from all over to study. How much you can learn depends on your destiny.

." Yanyu said slowly, "This move has been going on for tens of thousands of years."

"Kunlun is so generous?" Zhao Yun was quite surprised.

The insights of our ancestors are hidden by any force.

Kunlun is so unique that it is shared with the Four Wildernesses. No wonder the Kunlun Festival is so huge. No wonder people in the world are trying to get in. So many secret scrolls of enlightenment are all given away for free. It is worthy of a first-class holy land. It's just such courage.

, ordinary inheritance cannot compare.

"You're welcome! Just look at it."

Still a brave and brave man, he was the first to come out.

He is so careless, and those who don’t know better think he is the master?

There was no need for him to talk nonsense, as many people had already walked out, as if they were shopping together, walking between the cloud platforms. Sometimes they would reach out and pick up one or two secret volumes, and then three or five people would put them down and murmur.
To be continued...