Chapter 1439: Big Luoyan, Da Luoxian

Since Yang Junshan's achievement of Jinshen Xianzun and his departure from Zhoutian World, he has had a very deep feeling. That is, although the extraterrestrial starry sky is vast and innocent, the diffuse aura of the heavens and the earth is more than the world in Zhoutian.
On the contrary, the origin of the heavens and the earth outside the extraterrestrial sky is extremely thin, and can even be described as extremely rare. However, the world of Zhou has a source of heaven and earth far beyond the starry sky, even in the thunder of the monks. After that, you can take in the world from the world of the sun to cultivate.
Although the origin of heaven and earth is equally difficult in the world of the world, it is not a hundred times better than the extraterrestrial sky.
In Yang Junshan's view, this may be one of the reasons why the great supernaturals outside the domain want to invade and break the world of the world.
Yan Xinyuan Zongsheng in the bamboo forest, the release of this source of the world, I do not know how many years of consumption of the jasper bamboo forest, for the presence of 36 Xianjia, perhaps less than an hour before, but in fact However, it is enough for a total amount of heaven and earth that Xianzun can refine and refine in three or two years.
This shows that this meeting is awesome!
It is no wonder that the release of the original source of the day ceased. After Yan Xinyuan’s sacred appearance appeared on the platform, all the fairy tales in the bamboo forest grew up and singed in a sincere manner to Yan Zongsheng:
Xie Yanzong Sheng is generous!

Yan Xinyuan's sages call for the seat of the sages, and the children of the congregation in the Confucian Garden acted. All kinds of spirits and scented waters were generally brought in for the enjoyment of the sages in the bamboo forest.
After the Xian family celebrated the sacred name of Yan Zongsheng in the Daluo Wonderland, with the announcement of Yan Zongsheng, the Da Luo Xian Banquet officially began, and the Xianzun began to walk between the bamboo forests.
Between the intertwined and the intertwined, the celestial families introduced each other's exchanges, talking about the anecdotes in the stars, the ways of practicing the mystery, and the intentions of some transactions or cooperation, all in a seemingly relaxed and casual atmosphere.
Yang Junshan first saw this scene. Although it was not particularly suitable, it was barely able to cope. Even when Zhong Rong was busy talking to several strangers and could not care for him, Yang Junshan also met. A few fairy statues have had a brief exchange with each other.
Yang Junshan soon realized the benefits of joining such a banquet. Every fairy singer here has a legendary experience. Any casual news of communication can make people experience more, some encounter during the cultivation process. The discussion of the difficult problems is often astounding. Even the occasional one or two views are quite refreshing. It just makes Yang Junshan feel like a trip.
Yang Junshan has been in the golden fairyland for more than three hundred years. Compared with these extraterrestrial immortals, his strength may not be the same, even surpassing it.
In this context and experience, Yang Junshan has to admit that the relatively closed environment of the world in Zhoutian is far worse than the old ones outside the domain.
Now in this fairy banquet, Yang Junshan’s eyes are on the six roads, but he’s only talking less.
In this banquet, Yang Junshan, who talks less and listens more, is like a dry sponge. He tirelessly absorbs all the news about the extraterrestrial world and the existence of wonderland, to compensate for his relatively weak experience. The essence.
However, soon there was a message that was mentioned in several exchanges of Xianzun, which caught the attention of Yang Junshan.
At this time, Zhong Rong didn't know where to come to Yang Junshan. When he met, he whispered, "Yang Daoyou, can you hear that news?"
Yang Junshan gave a slight glimpse and said: "But the news that the twenty-seventh seat world may have been born?"
Zhong Rong nodded and poured a glass of ice and fire into the entrance. He said: "You can see who released this news?"
Yang Junshan’s heart was so inquisitive, but he said,
I don’t know, is it that Mr. Zhong suspects that this news is false?

Zhong Rong shook his head and smiled: "Fake news is not enough, but there are calculations behind the people who released this news, but it is worth pondering."
Yang Junshan saw Zhong Rong’s inconspicuous expression flashing a hint of sarcasm, and his heart moved, saying: "Mr. Mo Feizhong has already understood the intention of those who secretly release the news?"
Zhong Yan held the empty cup in one hand and pointed at the bamboo forest at random. He said: "What is the difference between the identity of 36 Xianzun in this bamboo forest?"
Yang Junshan’s eyes disappeared in the bamboo forest, and he did not stay in any of the celestial bodies for even a moment, so that it would not cause other people’s vigilance and misunderstanding, and then shake Shaking his head, said: "Under the next is not to see."
Zhong Rong looked down at the empty cup in his hand, which seemed to be casual. However, he said in his mouth: "There are at least seven or eight of the Confucian family's own Xianzun in the 36th Xianjia."
Yang Junshan thought for a moment and said: "There is nothing here. After all, Yan Xinyuan is born in the Confucian ethnic group. Naturally, he must take care of his own monks."
Zhong Rong shook his head with a mocking smile. He said: "Yang Daoyou, you can take a closer look at the monks who talked to each other. Is there a Confucian monk in each of the small circles that communicate with each other?"
Yang Junshan didn't have to look at it again and knew that Zhong Rong said it was right. He just didn't think about it for a while, so he hesitated: "Mr. Zhong means that the Confucian monk is deliberately walking about the twenty-seventh seat. The news of the world? But what is the purpose of doing this?"
Zhong Rong shook his head and said: "While Zhong had a long history with the Confucian people, but in the end he entered the ghost family. On the surface, he seems to have a good relationship with a group of Confucianism. It really involves high-level secrets within the Confucian. People like Zhong, but they are the most closely guarded objects."
Yang Junshan nodded, but on the surface was a scene of awkwardness.
However, I saw Zhong Zhong’s gaze patrolling back and forth among the bamboo forests. However, if I thought about it:
Looking at the news that these Confucianism and sorrows spread the world of the twenty-seventh seat, can it be said that this world is also like the world in the world? Is it a rare large-scale world in the starry sky? This Confucian is self-sufficient to eat the whole world alone. This is the only way to draw people around and want to gather the power of everyone to explore this world?"
Large plane world?
Yang Junshan sneered at the bottom of his heart. If the twenty-seventh face of the world discussed by Confucianism is true, it is a nine-day world. Then he can be very sure that the world of nine days, no matter the size or the bottom, is worse than the world of the sun. Too far!
Do not say anything else, just say that Yang Junshan and other seven or eight Sunday world thunders, Huang Ting Tao Xiu, smuggling into the nine-day world intent to steal the three sacred sacred, on each continent, the forces of each side plus one or two When Xianjun joined forces to encircle one person, he was also picked up by six monks in the world of Zhoutian, and he was able to see the realities of the nine-day world power.
Yang Junshan will never take this matter to his mouth, and Zhong Rong, without knowing it, looks at the bamboo forest again and again, but instead he is more determined about his own guess.
I saw that he had no choice but to speak to Yang Junshan. "You see, this time, I was invited to participate in the Yan Zongsheng Daluo Xianxian banquet. Although more than half of them are golden fairyland, most of them are actually Disperse immortals, or what forces and backgrounds are behind them, in fact, they are not ranked in the stars, so once the Confucian people take the lead in the world of the twenty-seventh world, they can firmly grasp Living in the initiative, these fairy statues are scattered in a sand, naturally it is impossible to be the opponent of the entire Confucian."
Yang Junshan heard the words of Zhong Rong's eyes a little strange, with a joking tone: "Mr. Zhong said this is a slap in the face, can it be said that the ghosts of the family in the starry world are also the last?"
Zhong Rong slightly stunned, with a bitter smile: "Ghosts are not considered to be the ultimate strength, just Zhongmou, huh, huh, not among the ghosts is not a role to be seen."
Yang Junshan was so stunned that he wanted to ask why, but he was very indifferent in his eyes. He knew that he was not willing to talk about it, and Yang Junshan would not mention it.
I have to say that Zhong Yu’s words are very reasonable. If Yang Junshan had already known the nine-day world, he would have chosen to believe Zhong Rong’s inference.
Yang Junshan thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "How can the Confucian people be sure that the nine-day world has already been born?"
Zhong Rong thought for a moment, Shen Sheng said: "There may be a twenty-seven-faced monk who went out to be a Confucian monk, and thus the Confucian saints inferred the general position of the seat world hidden in the starry sky."
When Zhong Rong’s voice just fell, he heard a crisp bell ringing and re-engaged the attention of Zhulin’s public homes on the central platform.
However, I saw the sound of Yan Zongsheng on the floor. "The old man is lucky enough to have a glimpse of the great fairyland. Thanks to the fairy tales, you can have a feast of the jade bamboo forest today. To express your gratitude to the emperors, I would like to play the piano for you. Playing, please also ask the fairy family not to laugh at the old man's piano music dredging."
Yan Zongsheng’s voice just fell, and the ancestors who had just wandered around in the bamboo forest had already returned to their seats and were sitting in danger. They said,
I am grateful to the sacred teachings. I am so grateful.

Yang Junshan saw the side of Zhong Rong’s serious look, and he was slightly ignorant. He could not help but whispered: "Mr. Zhong, this is-"
After Yang Junshan had not finished, Zhong Rong made a squeaking gesture and interrupted his words. He said: "The main event of the Da Luo Xian Ban is coming."
Yang Junshan glimpsed a little, and when he looked up, he saw that Han Zhongxian, who had previously seen outside the Confucian Garden, held a piece of Suqin in front of Yan Zongsheng.
Yang Junshan was very strange, and he followed the voice: "Don't you say that you want to preach, how can you play the piano?"
Zhong Yan smiled and said: "Yang Daoyou, if Xianjia Avenue is just a slogan, it can be passed down, then this fairyland inheritance is too cheap. Something is hard to see, and the process of its practice is only It can be said that it is difficult to tell the story. The first person can only express the sentiment in his own way, but how many others can realize it and what they realize, but it varies from person to person."
When Zhong Rong’s voice just fell, Yang Junshan suddenly opened his eyes.
On the upper floor, Yan Zongsheng’s hands slowly fell on the strings that were placed in front of him. They fell in the eyes of Yang Junshan, and they felt that Yan Zongsheng’s hands seemed to have crossed the traces of mysteriousness. There seems to be an infinite mystery hidden in it.
With the light of Yan Zongsheng's finger, the first sound of the "铮" sounded through the entire bamboo forest, and everything around it seemed to be completely stagnant. Only the sound of the string fluctuations between the heavens and the earth was echoing.