Chapter 1392 The Throne of Good Fortune, Meng Pingqing!
Long Wuqian didn't answer Qin Dan, but hurriedly slapped the Qiankun bag and took out a flying talisman again, ready to take the time to activate it. Looking at the chaotic scene around him, he frowned and said, "I'm in trouble!"
"What's the trouble?" Qin Jian asked again.
However, just as Long Wuqian was about to answer, the silver light around the sword puppet slowly flickered, and then condensed towards the point between the sword puppet's brows. After about half a cup of tea, except for the long sword in the sword puppet's hand that still had a silver sword light, The sword puppet itself does not have a silver body.
"Huh..." Long Wuqian let out a long breath, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, let me just say, how can a monk of the tenth rank of Yuanli force motivate the immortal puppet? It turns out that it is by virtue of the power of the sword map..."
"Long Wuqian, what... what are you talking about!" Qin Yan blamed, "Why can't I understand a word?"
"It's okay, it's okay..." Long Wuqian waved his hands and said, "Just now I was worried that Master Qin couldn't come over, after all, the sword puppet just now was too powerful, so it's okay now!"
"Hmm, um..." Qin Yi also stabilized his figure, looked at the distance, and was worried again, "Why isn't Master Xiaomei coming yet?? Nothing will happen on the way, right?"
In the distance, Li Nianxiao was not worried. He stood in the air, looked at the seven sword puppets, and at the place where the thunder light had just been born in the center of Qingtian Peak, and said coldly: "At this time, the thirty men from the Tianmeng It's time for the lord of the three immortal alliances to show up too?"
As he said that, Li Nianxiao looked in the direction of Qian Xiao and the others, and asked again: "I don't know how many Dao Leagues there are...the deputy leader is here!"
Li Nianxiao's tone was extremely sarcastic, but no one listened to it. Everyone looked at Qingtian Peak. Although Meng Pingqing did not appear, and the leader of the Thirty-Three Immortal Alliance did not appear, the sword aura of the seven sword puppets was really scary. Give them a jump!
The silver sword light almost had the momentum to sweep away everything, which they had never seen in this life.
Although they knew that this was their majesty, but this majesty... is too big!
However, after the sword puppet appeared, there was no movement in Qingtian Peak, only the sky was getting dark and the two suns were about to set.
"Dong dong dong..." All of a sudden, behind the crowd, there was another battle drum beating, and in the twilight, dozens of flying boats came through the sky.
"The Heavenly Alliance, the Heavenly Alliance is here..."
"It turns out that Tianmeng is not in Qingtian Peak..."
"Nonsense, the Tianmeng has been in Pori City for tens of thousands of years, and no one has come to Qingtian Peak, so no one thought that Meng Pingqing was in Qingtian Peak..."
The flying boats flew in aggressively, and on each flying boat, there were dozens of feet of golden monks holding golden hammers and beating drums to show off. The dazzling light shot out from the body of the flying boat, and the monks flew back slowly to get out of the passage!
Li Nianxiao could see clearly that on each flying boat, there were a few cultivators of the ninth grade of Yuanli, who should be the leader of the Thirty-Three Immortals Alliance of the Heavenly Alliance!
"Damn it!" Li Nianxiao couldn't help cursing as he watched the lords of the Immortal Alliance cast their eyes like flying swords, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
The flying boat rushed into the place where the sword light was whirling, "Swipe..." Tadpole-shaped runes loomed one after another, Jian Guang avoided it, and the flying boat rushed in quickly!
"Sure enough..." Long Wuqian looked at the flying boat rune with meaningful eyes.
"Boom..." The flying boat entered the sword diagram and roared again, the runes all over it exploded, and hundreds of monks flew out, each taking magic weapons and other things to form an array to protect Qingtian Peak.
"Today's matter... I'm afraid it will have no beginning and no end!!" Li Nianxiao let out his spiritual thoughts slightly, and looked around. It can't be compared!
"No..." Li Nianxiao's thoughts turned sharply, and he said to himself, "The morale of the Taoist League, Xuanmeng, and all sects and factions can't be lowered..."
Li Nianxiao understands better than anyone else that there are quite a few monks who sympathize with Good Fortune Gate and are willing to stand up for Good Fortune Gate. The courage has worn away a lot with time.
Now that it is so easy to have the opportunity to question Meng Pingqing face to face, how many of those monks who are filled with righteous indignation can reach Qingtian Peak?
And among the monks who can reach Qingtian Peak, how many of them have no burden on their shoulders? Who can face Meng Pingqing like himself? ?
"Forget it, isn't it just one life?" Li Nianxiao gritted his teeth and said in his heart, "Xiao Sheng saved my mother, I will..."
"Kachacha..." Unfortunately, before Li Nianxiao could finish his thoughts, a thunderbolt suddenly rose from the center of Qingtian Peak, and the thunderbolt rushed high into the sky like a torrent.
Amid the raging thunder, the Creation Throne slowly flew out, and on the throne, a figure with blood and silver spots all over his body was sitting cross-legged!
The human figure is not solid, and there are several layers of dragon patterns tumbling up and down around the outline. The dragon patterns condense into strange runes with a gleam of light. Many of the thunder that rushed out crashed into the runes, and with the impact of the thunder, the dragon patterns gradually condensed and charged In the center of the dragon face, a humanoid head is gradually revealed. Isn't it just Meng Pingqing, the lord of the Heavenly Alliance, who has a simple appearance and slanting sword eyebrows?
"I'm waiting to congratulate the leader..."
Although the dragon pattern is like water, it is still slowly buffering, and Meng Pingqing's figure has not yet been fully revealed, but the leaders of the thirty-three fairy alliances around him have knelt down on one knee, congratulating, "Nominated on the holy list today, the leader of the human race!"
Meng Pingqing slowly opened his eyes, the thunder light surged out, a chill pierced the air, and when the thunder light subsided, it was condensed into two majestic eyes, with a hint of arrogance and a smile emerging from the eyes, one like a thunderbolt A majestic voice sounded: "Good!"
"Buzz..." As soon as Meng Pingqing's voice fell to the ground, there was another deep voice behind the crowd. Although the voice was deep, it sounded chaotic, like bees and butterflies among flowers.
Everyone was amazed and didn't know who came at this time, but when they saw it clearly, they were even more puzzled.
But I saw thousands of flying shuttles flying over the sky and covering the sky, and there were hundreds of thousands of people on each flying boat, but everyone's spiritual thoughts scanned it, and they could already see clearly that the monks on this flying boat were nothing more than refining Qi and building foundations. The monk driving the boat is Nascent Soul!
"He... what are they doing here?"
"Haha, they're finally here!" Long Wuqian was about to jump up. He grabbed Qin Mi's hand and shouted, "Quick, send a message to Master Xiaomei to see where she is..."
"Let go..." Qin Yan blushed a little, and hurriedly shook his hands away, but Long Wuqian didn't care. He slapped the Qiankun bag and took out a blood tablet the size of a palm, and lifted it up, "Quick, find Master Xiaomei..."
Qin Yi quickly took out the magic weapon of communication, she asked a few words in a low voice, and hurriedly said a few words to Long Wuqian, the two of them stumbled and flew out of the crowd, facing the flying boat.
At this time, although all the monks were amazed, none of them flew out.
Even Meng Pingqing opened his slender eyes to look into the distance, and stopped talking!