Chapter 1195: Fusu

On the fifth day of May, respect the horizon!
Hua Zun Tian's birthday. The sun is shining, the aura is soaring, and the heavens and the earth are surrounded by scents, and countless immortal birds and beasts are flying in the territory of Zuntian.
One strong one after another, officially went to Zuntiandian Square to celebrate the saint's birthday.
Palace of Death and Sin.
Yin Hentian once again paid homage to Yan Chuan: "Thank you, Holy King Chengquan!"
Yan Chuan affirmed: "You do it, then do it, no matter what the result is, no matter how many enemies you attract, you are a minister of Dazhen, and Dazhen will help you with all the dangers!"
Yin Hentian's eyes were moved and said: "The most fortunate thing for a minister to live is to be a minister!"
"Go, the saint's birthday has begun!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
After leaving the Palace of Sins and Death, I got on the dragon's head and drove towards the Zuntian Hall.
Before getting closer, I saw countless rays of sunlight in the distance, and countless cultivators gathered from all directions.
"Baitian Territory Lord, Chen Baitian, present the Nine-turned Sky Fire Bead, congratulate the saint for thousands of years, and the endless life!"
"Tianren Daojun, Fusu, present a volume of Xiansheng's suicide note, congratulations to the sage and Wandai Xianfu!"
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In front of the Zuntian Temple, a group of strong men offered their treasures to celebrate the saint's birthday.
Zuntian Temple, the saint has not yet come out.
The first disciple of the sage, all the people that Huabing received.
"Baitian God Lord, please here, the ancestors have been talking about you for a long time. After this birthday banquet, you must stay in the territory of Zuntian for more time!" Huabing received.
"Tianren Daojun? Your ancestors often mentioned you. When I saw you today, you were really handsome, please!" Huabing smiled at an elegant and handsome man.
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Zuntiandian square is a lively scene.
The Zuntiandian Square is divided into two areas, the passenger area and the passenger area. The passenger area is the main territory, big family strong, or ancestor. Can be closest to the saint.
Others who came to congratulate, sat down in the drop-off area. Although you can see the Zuntian Temple, there is still some distance.
When everyone is entertaining and getting to know each other.
"Look, it's Old Mo Yan!" Someone suddenly yelled.
When you come to respect the realm of heaven, you don't need to know any cultivator except the saint, but you must know the great achievements of Yan Laomo.
Robbing the heavenly corpse coffin? What a notoriety?
Some time ago, it was only a robbing of the corpse coffin of the sky, and it has been several months now. Everyone knows that this Yan Chuan swallowed an ancestor. The strength is monstrous, and the devilishness is arrogant. The cultivators who went to ‘Devil’s Guardian Dao’ were all killed and lost their helmets and armor.
At the moment Long Nian flew over, many cultivators showed jealous colors, of course, more were curious.
Not everyone is the same. The news of the Heavenly Palace came and it was quickly analyzed. Yan Chuan had engaged with Zuo Jia. The Zuo family is a huge monster, how can Yan Chuan really do?
Long Nian landed on the corner of the square.
A total of sixteen people came to the boarding area where Zuo's family was sitting. Among them were Zuo Qing. Zuo Qing's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
The children of the Hua family who were in charge of the reception also flickered.
Hua Tianjun looked ugly.
But with a hint of curiosity, Huabing came forward.
"This must be Emperor Yan, and the desolation is in Dazhen, and he has been taken care of by Emperor Yan!" Huabing said politely.
Yan Chuan looked at the ice.
"Holy King, this is the great ancestor Huabing, besides the ancestor, the first person in the Hua family!" Hua Xiaoliang explained.
Yan Chuan shook his head and said: "To turn the desolation into Dazhen, I rely on my own ability. I did not take care of him at all. He deserves what he gets!"
"Oh?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Huabing's eyes.
"Di Yan, let Long Nian temporarily put it here, the ancestor has already arranged a seat, please!" Huabing smiled.
"Ok!"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Under the dragon nun. Yan Chuan followed the ice and walked ahead. Guiguzi, Yin Hentian, and Hua Desolation walked behind.
A group of people walked across the square, and above the square, the original noise was suddenly quiet. Parting a road, let Yan Chuan walk through. Countless practitioners saw Yan Chuan's expression suddenly become complicated.
Because the seats of Yan Chuan and his party are actually in the passenger area? Is it just because he is an ancestor?
Many cultivators showed dissatisfaction, but at this moment, the saint had a birthday, no one dared to be presumptuous.
Yan Chuan and his party set foot on the passenger area.
A group of strong people in the passenger area also cast curious eyes.
The passenger pick-up area is divided into 18 districts.
In the Zuojia community, the expressions of sixteen people flashed, some sneered, some were ironic, some were solemn, and some were worried. A hint of resentment flashed in Zuo Qing's eyes.
In the Tianren Daojun community, Fusu's eyes flashed. At this moment, holding a folding fan, gently squeezing with his right hand, as if to cover up a surge in my heart.
Yan Chuan stepped into the passenger area and looked around the eighteen neighborhoods. He didn't show much expression when he saw Fusu's location. He flashed past, as if he didn't care about Fusu at all.
Slowly, he was introduced into his own small area.
Putting on his black robe, Yan Chuan took a seat, with good wine and delicacies on the table. There is everything, and there is a servant next to it.
Gui Guzi sat aside and said, "Holy King, the territorial lord of the Eastern Outer Continent of the Underworld, a quarter came, and the Zuo family from Inner South Continent. The Zuo family seems to be the biggest force in this trip! !"
Yan Chuan nodded.
Yin Hentian looked in the direction of Zuo's house, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Holy King, I'll go see the ancestors!" Hua Liao said respectfully.
"Go, Huazun Tianda birthday, you are also his offspring, don't care about us today! Also, since you come to congratulate, this is a gift!" Yan Chuan handed out a scroll.
"Yes!" said Hua Liang.
"Dazhen Holy Court, Yan Chuan, send a volume of Yan Chuan's handwriting to congratulate the saint!" Hua Desolation held the scroll to the gift area.
Own handwriting?
Countless cultivators all around looked at Yan Chuan with contempt. Is this gift too stingy?
Not far away, the Lord of Baitian Territory and Fusu who were not far away smiled and said: "Haha, brother Fusu, you and I have been together for many years, and I have seen a lot of stingy people, but today I have gained more knowledge, my own handwriting Haha, he thought it was the same as your saint's suicide note?"
Fu Su adjusted the folding fan in his hand, and shook his head slightly: "Brother Chen, you underestimated the handwriting. The suicide note I sent to the first saint is nothing compared to it!"
"Oh?" Chen Baitian was slightly startled.
"If you can ask the saint to come to this handwritten script, I can assure you that it won't be long before, with this handwritten script alone, most of the world's ancestors will be willing to exchange this handwritten script with you!" Fusu smiled.
"What? Just one word!" Chen Baitian looked unbelieving.
Fusu smiled slightly and stopped explaining.
Gradually, the Zuntiandian Square was full, and many more came uninvited, watching from afar outside the Zuntiandian Square.
"Boom!"
The gate of Zuntian Temple opened slowly.
Suddenly, the noisy Zuntiandian square suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked around.
The door gradually opened, and a white light shot out from the hall, shooting at everyone. For a while, everyone who was enveloped in white light suddenly felt comfortable, like a cultivation base that had not been broken for many years, and was about to move.
In the white light, a white figure came out, and a white-clothed man walked out slowly. A group of disciples and descendants followed the man.
The man's face was blurred, making it hard to see clearly. But there is a convincing breath that makes everyone admire.
"Meet the saint!" In all directions, countless cultivators stood up and worshipped respectfully.
Only a handful of people did not get up.
The man with a dim face shrouded in the holy light is a saint, Hua Zun Tian.
"Sit down, everyone!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
The sound is not loud, but it can instantly reach everyone's ears.
"Thank you saint!" Everyone sat down.
"This time, my one-and-a-half-million-year birthday banquet, I am grateful for you to come here without giving up!" Hua Zuntian said softly.
"The saint is polite!"
"I'm honored!"
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Countless polite voices around.
Hua Zuntian nodded and said: "The ancient gods are running for the heavens and the earth, and the heaven is on the top, and it is the common people. It is a pity that the ancient catastrophe is finally ushered in. The heaven is dead. !"
Hua Zuntian spoke, and the mood of everyone around was aroused.
"Before ancient times, under the guidance of the heavens, the heroes of the world struggled for immortality, for transcendence, and for everyone to be like a dragon. Unfortunately, no one can stop the great calamity, even the heavens are also perished in the great disaster. The common people are suffering. When I only pray for the catastrophe, the common people will survive!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.
Countless cultivators around frowned.
Obviously, what Hua Zun Tian said now is a little bit different from the joy of longevity.
It seems to see everyone's doubts. Hua Zun Tian took a deep breath and said, "A million years have passed, and a long time has passed. Perhaps the catastrophe will be severe. Once it arrives, our heaven and earth may not be spared!"
"What?" The countless cultivators all around showed a dazed expression.
"Everyone knows that I respect the heavens and don’t pay much attention to the scene. I have never put such a feast on my birthday in the past. This time I have invited the heroes of the Underworld East and Outer Continent. Of course, most of them were not able to come, but could come. Everyone, I am satisfied too!" said Hua Zuntian.
The countless cultivators around were at a loss. Isn't it just for birthday?
"Not long ago, I had contact with three other saints. I would like to use my knowledge of the four saints to strengthen the world. Starting from me, I will preach separately. I hope you will make this trip worthwhile!" Tao.
sermon?
"Hoo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Zuntiandian square, suddenly seemed to explode.
Sage preaching? Sage preaching? Nowadays?
Countless cultivators showed excitement, glad that they could come and celebrate their birthday. You must know that the saint is now the top existence in the world, and the saint's preaching must be like a rock. That is the experience of the saint!
"Sage!"
"Holy man!"
Excited cheers came from the Quartet.
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