Demon’s Diary

Naturally, the people of the Great Sect also noticed this, turning their heads, Tiango Real People and several other people of the Great Sect showed a slight discoloration in the eyes.

After all, the invited sect of Heavenly Gate has come, how can anyone show up at this time?

The starlight came very quickly, just as Liu Ming and the disciples had just turned their heads, the people in front of them had flowered, and there were three more people in the air.

Meanwhile, a suffocating monster swept through the shadow of the middleman. Under the contact of disciples present, their faces were white, their minds were shaking constantly, and the few who had been repaired weaker were white and fainted directly into the past.

Even though Liu Ming's mental strength is much higher than that of a fellow monk, under this kind of spiritual pressure, his intuition is also a sudden drowsiness in his brain to promote the intellectuals, which is not as bad as a few people around him.

Nearby Luo Tiancheng also slightly pale, still standing straight in place.

The higher echelons have also changed greatly, and this spirit of terror prevails over them.

Tiango's true heart moves, his sleeve robe swings, a bright green mask protects all the disciples of Taiqingmen in it, and other Sect family strong people also attack, or sacrifice the spiritual apparatus, or crush the charm, to do everything possible to protect or relieve the spiritual pressure of the disciples under the door.

Liu Ming felt his head relaxed and recovered as usual. Immediately, he sighed in a dark sigh and his eyes looked towards the three of them.

When one was tall and huge, there seemed to be shining stars all around him like seven stars in Beidou. A bright star wrapped the person in it, unable to see his face.

“Brothers through the realm of immortality!” Someone sucked in a breath of cold air and said,

Liu Ming stared at the tall figure, equally horrified in his heart. By breath alone, this person appeared to be more incalculable than the Southern puppet emperor.

It is not surprising, however, that the Green Spirit of the Southern Desert puppet emperor today, after all, has only one wreck, and its strength is much worse than when it was full.

And beside the starlit figure, two young monks, one male and one female, stood.

The young man was extremely tall, with curly purple hair scattered behind his head, his nose wide open and his eyes cold as snow.

The nun is a soft and silver hair, her face is like a warm jade, her skin is racing snow, a pair of pupils are green as jade, her eyes seem to suck in the spirits of people, a raw evil country affected by the people's extinct appearance, her mouth with a slight smile.

Liu Ming's eyes slightly flashed as he circled over them.

The two men are also crystalline monks and are extremely advanced, but what he cares about is the clothes on them.

The Beidou pattern on the robe on both people gives them a very familiar feeling.

Beidoukou! ”After a few spins, Liu Mingxin finally remembered what was in his mind.

“The palace is glorious with the arrival of the high men of the Beidou Palace!” Not far away came the voice of the golden robe man again, as the crowd in the room was amazed.

“It is the people of Beidoukou...” Liu Ming's eyes moved and he turned his head to Tiango Real People.

I saw Tingo's real brows wrinkled slightly, and it seemed equally surprising to see the arrival of Tong Xuan, Lord of the Beidou Pavilion.

Others heard the same disturbance for a while.

“Oh, the two guardians of District Heavenly Palace don't deserve to talk to me. Tell your mayors to come out and talk!” The figure in the starlight said with no politeness.

The golden robe man snorted and angry in his heart, while the golden robe woman next to him suddenly gently pulled his horn.

At this moment, a dazzling white light swept out of the giant island and turned into a giant grey vortex in the void.

The next moment, a white-haired, crying old man walked out of the vortex.

“Old Tianhe, I can't believe it was you sitting in the secret of the town this time.” After looking at the face of the old man in the white robe, he shouted softly, "Oh," and there seemed to be some surprises.

Yet another great power emerged. Not only did Liu Ming's disciples stare at each other, but Tiango Zhenren and others were also greatly surprised.

“Master Beidoukou, what are you doing here?” The old man in the white robe obviously and knew someone, after the white brow frowned, said so coldly.

This magnificent figure is one of the most mysterious general powers of the Jomtien Continent, the famous Lord of Beidoukou.

At this time, let's not say that ordinary disciples such as Liu Ming, even Tiango Zhenren and other senior leaders lead the team, everyone shows surprise.

“What, can't I come down here?” With the voice of Hokkaido, the stars on Hokkaido's body slowly dissipated, revealing one of the strange-looking middle-aged men in a plain yellow dress.

“Today is the day of the Heavenly Gate meeting, all parties of Daoists gather here. If the chief of the pavilion has nothing important to do, please excuse him. The old man will go to the Beidou pavilion another day to worship.” The old man in heaven's river was so thick, he arched his hands and said.

Heavenly Palace, a mysterious organization, convenes Heavenly Gate meetings every 800 years. Naturally, its significance is profound, and it involves a great deal of secrets. It is unwilling to receive any disturbances along the way. Otherwise, it will not send a powerful man to sit in town.

“It is precisely for this congress that I, the disciples of both disciples, will participate in this congress.” The leader of the North Dojo played a haha, suddenly his hands flattened, pointing to the two standing beside him, and said.

“What, let your disciple enter the realm of Heavenly Gate?” Tianhe old man's pupils shrunk, seemed to think of something ordinary, coldly asked:

“Is it... is that thing about to start again? ”

This sentence asks some strange questions, but the Lord of Beidoukou seems to understand the general meaning of it, nodded and said:

“That's why I'm going to take advantage of the Tianmen Realm to give these two disciples a try, while adding some luck and opportunity. ”

The old man in Tianhe heard a rumor, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he muttered, but did not give an immediate reply.

The Lord of the Beidou Pavilion looked at the changes in the look of the old man in the Tianhe River and said softly:

“When that thing begins, the head of the court can take the lead and give you half the spot at Heavenly Palace, as the reward for both of them attending the Heavenly Gate. ”

“The pavilion master is serious?” Heavenly River old man heard this, his face suddenly moved.

“Don't you believe me, Lord Tianhe?” The chief of the Beidou Pavilion frowned and said with some hesitation.

“Don't get me wrong, in that case, Tianmen will add both of them this time.” The old man in Tianhe finally nodded somewhat reluctantly after a long time of silence.

The dialogue between the two Tong Xuan Daneng did not deliberately avoid anyone present. Most of the ordinary disciples below Jin Dan heard that they could not touch their minds and revealed their doubts.

But the heads of the four great masters, the eight great families, the Tiango Valley and other supermasses, such as the Tiango Real People, have long changed their colours and their faces have become extremely ugly.

When we see this scene, the dull people also know that the words of the elderly Tianhe and the Lord of Beidoukou must be involved in a very important matter.

For a while, there was a strange atmosphere.

“Xuanbu, Xuanbao, the next thing is left to the two of you.” After turning to say a sentence to the two Messengers of Heavenly Palace, before the two of them could answer, their bodies fluttered like waves of water and instantly disappeared.

The master of Beidoukou also spoke to the two disciples beside him, and the body surface sparkled with brilliant starlight, once again transformed into a starlight, turning and passing away.

Just beneath, many people were still digesting the unexpected information they had just received, the bronze mask man in the golden robe said, his hands flashed with a golden light, an extra giant golden scroll half a person tall, and said faintly:

“Well, the next disciples need to write their names down on this scroll of Tien Palace and leave a drop of fine blood before they can enter Tian Gate in turn. The entry order shall be based on the achievements of the last Tianmen Club clan. ”

Just as the voice fell, he recited a few unheard spells in his mouth, shouting, and the golden scroll swept in the direction of the woman in the golden robe beside him.

The golden robe woman shook her body and immediately reached for the other end of the reel, pulling slightly tighter.

But after seeing this huge golden scroll unfold, it was long enough, surrounded by Phnom Penh with some dense and numb small character inscribed on it. It was circulating as if it were a living creature. In the middle, it was a piece of white with nothing in it, but on the far right, a circle was written in red, and three words were written in the middle: "Pick up".

Liu Ming's eyes fell on that number and his heart moved. Does this mean that this is the 79th Tianmen Congress?

Soon, two disciples flew out of the crowd below.

Liu Ming's eyes concentrated, judging from the clothing of these disciples that they should be the four great masters of Tiangong Zong, Xuan Demon Zong disciple.

Speaking of, every time Tianmen Congress, the top four naturally obtained by the four greats, while the last time Taiqingmen only won third place, it was only in front of the vast college. On this day, the Magic Sect is obviously ranked first and second.

Indeed, the disciple of Tiangong Zongzi first signed his name on the golden scroll and left a drop of fine blood, and then flew away without entering the gate behind the two angels.

“You should go too.” When the ten disciples of Demon Xuanzheng were about to sign, Tiango Real People waved at Liu Ming and ten others, but the divine color was somewhat absent-minded, he said.

After Liu Ming and ten other Taiqingmen disciples answered, they flew all the way to the Heavenly Palace Messenger. In turn, they wrote their names on the golden scroll, and dripped a drop of sperm blood over their names.

When Liu Ming signed his name with his own hands and forced a drop of fine blood to fall on the scroll, he acutely sensed that there was an unknown amount of energy wrapped around him, but God looked carefully, but it was invisible and colorless, and he could not find any specific place in his body.

Compared to the power of the dark curse, however, this slight energy gives him a sense of moderation.

After a quick look at the slight reassurance, Liu Ming single-handedly pinched and stepped on a black cloud, immediately following the previous disciple of Taiqingmen, flew into the door of Tianmen Secret Realm.

All day long, everyone's getting tired!