The ancestors of the demon gate will pass through

Chapter 57
This is the second time that Wang Yuan has received an invitation card since he traveled. Unlike Zizaitian's "black, deep and disabled" style invitation card, Heming Mountain's invitation card is obviously much more stylish.

The jade invitation card, which is one finger thick, one palm wide, and one palm and a half long, can still produce a warm white light under the illumination of the will-o'-the-wisps.

Gently rubbing the surface of the invitation card, the concave and convex feeling of the embossed cloud pattern made Wang Yuan's heart enter a peaceful and peaceful state. Decorate the Bone Cave, just open a skylight!"

Of course, complaining is just complaining, and now is not the time to redecorate, because the Immortals Conference, led by Hemingshan and inviting all the immortals from the heavens, is about to begin.

After closing the bone cave door with restraint, Wang Yuan slowly poured a wisp of his spiritual consciousness into the invitation, and in a trance, he came to the venue, an extremely real illusion.

"It's an optical projection, and Heming Mountain has a heart!" Feeling his own state, Wang Yuan couldn't help but nodded slightly. In this Xianxia universe, there are many kinds of breath-absorbing curses, which are extremely developed, so every monk pays great attention to correcting them. The convergence and concealment of one's own breath.

If it wasn't for the promise in the invitation, the projection of the avatar would not involve the aura of the primordial spirit, and Heming Mountain's oath of heaven was true. With Wang Yuan's cautious temperament, the possibility of not participating in this conference would be even greater.

"This kind of holographic projection technology based only on optics, coupled with this super visual venue." Wang Yuan looked around the semicircular stepped venue, and couldn't help sighing in a low voice, "Hemingshan is afraid. I have also found a door to another world leading to the science and technology side universe!"

Because of the projection, naturally there was no need for the cumbersome welcome and admission process, Wang Yuan directly appeared on his seat.It was a few futons short, although there was no real touch, Wang Yuan had to admit Hemingshan's intentions.

After looking at the overall structure of the venue, Wang Yuan began to observe the details.

On the rostrum directly in front, there are seven seats. From the seat labels, it can be known that they belong to: Heming Mountain, Yuxu Palace, Qingping Sword Sect, Xinglou Temple, Zizaitian, Qiqing Shengjiao, and Liuli Pure Land.

The first six are the traditional Taoist and demon sects in the heavens, while the last Liuli Pure Land is a new force formed after the formation of Buddhist sects.

Wang Yuan has learned from many sources that there is a Bodhisattva in Buddhism whose cultivation level is equivalent to the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and his name is the Lapis Lazuli Precious Light Bodhisattva.

"Judging from the name of this 'Glass Pure Land', no matter how badly the Bodhisattva is hurt, at least he can still suppress the entire Buddhist gate! I'm afraid it's impossible to break through each one." Thinking of this, Wang Yuan couldn't help but sigh, and his evil wish covered him. The refining of the sky umbrella allowed him to taste the benefits of the demonization of the Buddha treasure. Together with his greedy heart, his idea of ​​attacking Buddhism could not be more normal.

It's a pity that there seems to be no such opportunity. The Buddhist sect united by a bodhisattva is not something Wang Yuan can provoke.

After watching the rostrum, Wang Yuan naturally turned his attention to himself and the seats near him.

Wang Yuan's seat is in the center of the first row, which is the closest to the rostrum. In terms of honor, it is only below the rostrum.

Wang Yuan was not puzzled by such a seat arrangement, Jin Xian's cultivation made him qualified to sit here.As for why the organizers knew of Wang Yuan's Golden Immortal cultivation, it's still an old saying, let's find out.

Those invitations to the conference were able to fall into the hands of every immortal on time, and it was also thanks to the blessings of divine divination. Thinking of this, Wang Yuan's desire for advanced divination methods became even stronger.

Temporarily suppressing the thought of "where to grab a divination algorithm", Wang Yuan looked at the neighbors on both sides of him.

Most of the ones who can stand side by side with him, the Golden Immortal, are from one side. To Wang Yuan's left is the old Confucian faction - Zhixing Academy.

The seven Confucian immortals sat on their futons. Although they were just projections, they could still see their profound Confucian attainments from their words and deeds.Wang Yuan, who had raided many academies, was unwilling to provoke any trouble here. He just looked around a bit, and after taking note of the faces of the seven people, he shifted his gaze to his right hand side.

Qionghua Xianmeng, seeing the name on the label in Yunzhuan script, Wang Yuan couldn't help but pay attention to it. He had heard about this force from his disciples, and after learning more information from Zhang Jiye, Wang Yuan also had to admire it Let's talk about their principals.

Li Jiqian and Li Kailai, a pair of true immortal brothers, are also the only two true immortals of the Qionghua Sect, the predecessor of the Qionghua Immortal League. A decision with far-reaching consequences was made.

Open all the collections in the door, absorb casual cultivators, form a close alliance, and tide over the crisis together.It was this traditional monk's decision to betray their ancestors and forget their ancestors that made the Qionghua faction, no, the Qionghua Xianmeng's power expand rapidly.

In terms of the number of true immortals alone, Qionghua Xianmeng is no worse than any sect on the rostrum.

What made Wang Yuan even more amazed was that apart from courage, the pair of brothers surnamed Li also possessed wisdom and skill. "With a deep sense of belonging, under the growing cohesion and unity, the influence of the Qionghua Xianmeng has also grown.

Just when Wang Yuan was about to watch the seats behind, the Immortals Conference was finally about to start.

After most of the immortals arrived, a crisp and pleasant bell sounded in the venue, and the group of immortals quickly quieted down, and all their eyes turned to Zhang Qingquan, the head teacher of Heming Mountain, who stood in the middle of the rostrum.

"Since the fall from the nine heavens, we immortals have encountered hardships many times. Because of the great array of mountains and rivers, our comrades have even fallen into the hands of mortal emperors..."

An uninspiring opening speech, but it clearly established a common enemy for the immortals - the Great Zhou Dynasty.After the speech, the immortals were excited and spoke one after another, but unfortunately, no one could come up with any feasible plan.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Yuan was not surprised at all. He was not optimistic about this conference from the beginning, and the purpose of coming here was just to see the current power structure. It has been basically completed.

Now Wang Yuan has not canceled the projection, and left the venue just to watch the excitement.

However, as the only Golden Immortal on the bright side, some people seemed to not want Wang Yuan to just watch the fun.

After another bell rang, the increasingly chaotic speech was interrupted. Zhang Qingquan, who presided over the meeting, stood up again. After looking around the venue, he unabashedly cast his eyes on where Wang Yuan was.

Just when Wang Yuan was doubtful, he was called by name. This was the first time Wang Yuan was called to speak after leaving school, which caught him a little by surprise.

"Why does this bastard named Zhang Qingquan want to trick me? Does he want to use me, the 'number one' golden fairy, as a stepping stone?" Wang Yuan guessed maliciously in his heart.

It's a pity that this is a public conspiracy. In the face of a common crisis, if Wang Yuan refuses to speak, it will bring greater loss of reputation.Looking at Zhang Qingquan with a warm smile on his face, Wang Yuan also smiled.

How could he, Wang Yuan, be such a calculating person?
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