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Chapter 107 Nine Gods

“There are Feiyan Big sis and Yuwen Big sis, you are all here!”

She flew over immediately and greeted the three of them.

The three smiled and greeted her:

“Long time no see, Si’e.”

Wang Mu looked around:

“Where is Silong?”

Xiao Si’e smiled and said:

“Big Brother is the guard of the Palace of Gods. Go ahead and you will see him.”

The three walked along the major palaces.

Finally, I walked to a majestic palace with golden light and clouds.

Outside this treasure hall stood a line of Sen Yan Ling guards on the left and right, one by one from the Foundation Building up, and finally to the entrance of the treasure hall, they were already ten thousand feet of little souls equivalent to Gold Core!

The treasure hall is still empty so far, with only a few people.

“It seems that we are the first to board the Cloud Hall.”

Wang Mu pondered the mountain god riddle. The first person to climb the Cloud Hall will receive the gift of the mountain god.

Wang Mu glanced intently, but saw that on both sides of the palace, there were sacred tables set up on both sides, on which were filled with wine and delicacies, golden cups and jade cups, really like a fairy banquet.

The chief of the treasure hall sits north and faces south, and is currently empty. If you want to come to the chief, it must be the host, that is, the lord of the gods of the little spirit race.

On both sides of the chief, there are distinguished guests with different looks. Everyone is introverted and unfathomable, but on the other hand, they are approachable, showing a familiar expression of wine and joy.

These people should be the ‘distant gods’ in Si’e’s mouth, that is, the distinguished guests of the gods.

“It’s him!”

Yu Wenxuan looked fixedly and whispered.

But it was the most chic man before, sitting under the chief, with an obvious identity as Bufan.

Suddenly, Wang Mu remembered the conversation he had with Yu Wenxuan when he first attended the Mountain Temple Fair.

He asked whether there are gods in the world?

The latter is only the Tao, the so-called gods, are just so powerful that people can’t understand the existence.

Now it seems that this sentence is very reasonable.

Except for the little spirit gods who have yet to show up.

These sages sitting in the temple are actually human cultivators!

It’s just that their strength is no different from the gods.

…

“he came!”

Seeing Wang Mu came outside the Shenling Palace, the man smiled slightly, and the others in the Chongdian introduced:

“This is the junior I just mentioned. It was him who called the Sky Thunder Vision before. I didn’t expect that this kind of son of luck could still appear in the southern barbaric land.”

Others also wore luxurious brocade clothes with different temperaments. Some wore scribes, some armors, and some commoners, but the only thing in common was the unfathomable Cultivation Base aura.

They waved to Wang Mu one after another, showing extremely friendly smiles.

“Junior, come in quickly.”

“The sky thunder that suddenly came before was really you recruited?”

“Unexpectedly, I am Lei Xiu, have you considered coming to Leizhou? I have a few beautiful jobs in my hands, and it is suitable for Lei Xiu like you.”

“He should come to Longzhou. Longzhou is at the feet of the emperor. With his talent for thunder, he will be promoted to the ranks, and there must be no problem.”

Wang Mu didn’t understand what these people were talking about.

Yu Wenxuan showed excitement, Wang Mu even felt that her delicate body was trembling.

She suddenly lowered her voice and said:

“Let’s go to Hezhou… Feihong Sect, Jinghong Sword Sect is in Hezhou!”

Wang Mu thought a little, and seemed to understand something.

The handsome man laughed and drank a drink:

“It’s useless to say more, it depends on his own choice!”

Suddenly looked at Wang Mu, blinked at him, and said with a smile:

“I am Qingzhou, the lord of Chongyang Guan, Chongyang Marquis! You just said that I am a god, this is not indispensable. In the eyes of you foreign cultivators, my Da’an prince general is indeed a god. .”

He clapped his hands:

“Come on!”

I saw those little souls, meek and respectful, as if they were treating gods, and presented a spirit wine respectfully.

Wang Mu is so comprehensible!

How can there be any gods in this world?

These so-called gods turned out to be court officials and princes and generals of Kyushu!

at this time.

I saw the Partial Hall in the distance, and an old man with white beard and white hair, a kind face, and first-born tentacles came slowly.

The feeling that this old man gave to Wang Mu has reached the point of returning to the basics, and he can’t feel the slightest feeling of power at all.

But the more so, the more unfathomable.

These high-ranking officials from Kyushu are weaker in front of this old man.

“This is also a little soul…”

Wang Mu saw the tentacles on the old man’s head, but suddenly his heart beat:

“Could this be the god of the Little Spirit Race!”

The strength of this little spirit tribe old man made him feel more unfathomable than Cang Yunzi.

“But why is the god so small?”

Wang Mu thought again.

According to the Little Spirit Race, the higher the Cultivation Base, the bigger the body. At this time, the Little Spirit Race god is very short, but he is sitting on the chief. The’gods’ of Kyushu are all short in front of him. On one end.

“Isn’t this the abbot of the mountain temple!”

Yu Wenxuan exclaimed with shocked eyes.

She was a person who participated in the last mountain temple fair, and she naturally recognized that the major elders and the abbots of the mountain temples, she never expected that the god of the little spirit race turned out to be the abbot of the mountain temple!

I saw the old abbot smiled slightly:

“What are you doing while standing? Find a place to sit down?”

In the huge palace, in addition to the chief who sits from the north to the south, there are nine god seats.

Each seat is tens of feet long, with an incomparable atmosphere.

The people in the nine seats threw an olive branch to Wang Mu again.

A middle-aged man with a beard and majestic armor stood up to the crime, as if he was impatient, and said loudly:

“Junior, let me make it clear, I am the fourth rank General Zhenyuan of the Leizhou Military Department! Would you like to enlist in our army? This general promises that you will have great prospects from now on!”

Wang Mu thought for a while.

This mysterious mountain environment should be tested like a dragon gate!

Life is a cultivator on the side of Shiwan Dashan. If you cross this dragon gate, you will be able to go to Kyushu.

These so-called gods are all high officials from Kyushu!

The top spot of the last temple fair was not frightened. It was through the mysterious environment of the mountain that he went to Hezhou!

Wang Mu looked around and found that everyone was staring at him scorchingly, waiting for own to make a decision.

He suddenly thought of Yu Wenxuan’s words, Jinghong Jianzong was in Hezhou.

But then I thought about it, before saving Own, it was the Chongyang Marquis of Qingzhou. He shot at that time, and he must have been very optimistic about Own and wanted to take him into Qingzhou.

Turning his head and looking, he really found that Chongyang Hou smiled, but the smile was no longer chic, but rather solemn.

A heavy atmosphere condensed in the huge palace.

Each here is the power of the Cultivation Base to reach the sky, and a little breath is exposed, making the two of them breathless.

The most uncomfortable is of course Guan Feiyan.

Because her Cultivation Base shouldn’t be here, it was actually supported by Wang Mu.

At this moment, she felt as if there were nine big mountains pressing on the top, and even had difficulty breathing. She couldn’t help hiding behind Wang Mu and clutching his arm tightly.

Wang Mu noticed the abnormality and gently held the back of her hand to bear part of the pressure for her.

at this time.

Yu Wenxuan’s voice sounded extremely firmly!

“I’m going to Hezhou!”