Chapter 1918: Chosen one

"Thank you Maharaja Zhongtian for his accomplishment!"
Outside the Nanxian Gate, Zhao Xiu, who was in flying robes, straightened her body, and once again gave a respectful salute to the purple figure in front of her, and then continued to speak:
"The content you told Junior has already been passed to My Majesty Daxia through the flying messenger. Therefore, if Maharajah Zhongtian has any requirements, you can directly contact Daxia in the North.
"The so-called enemy's enemy is a friend. By now, the holy court has become the greatest threat. I must act towards your Majesty."
After Zhao Xiu's words fell, Lord Zhongtian, who was holding the Immortal Realm, nodded, and continued to speak in a gentle voice:
"Nowadays, Daxia has become one of the most important players in the pattern of the Taixuan Land. Naturally, this deity will not ignore it."
"Junior still hope that I can meet you again in this endless mountain in the future!"
After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiu stopped speaking, and her tall body exploded directly outwards, turning into a golden phoenix with wings spread out, and after a round of rotation, she flew directly into the endless mountain world that was cut apart.
In the next breath, all the dust settled, and then the tumbling purple gas outside Nanxianmen stayed in place instantly under the action of a vast force.
After that, Maharaja Zhongtian slowly turned around, and the vast purple energy all over his body seemed to have been summoned in a certain way, and they all slipped back into the former's body.
"Everything is vain, it's hard to see the truth!"
A faint voice came from the vague body of Maharaja Zhongtian, and then he raised his hand and waved lightly, and the entire void began to collapse.
This is undoubtedly a very strange picture.
The void in this outer sky, directly like a stage with the performance curtain removed, began to reveal its original appearance.
Nanxianmen is still that Nanxianmen, majestic and unparalleled, suppressing the world, but the originally extremely empty square outside the Xianmen, at this time there are a large number of overhauls with different robes, and they are quickly gathering.
At the same time, a cold scream sounded directly under Nanxianmen:
"According to the order of the palace lord of the Shengting Tiance Palace, due to the emergency of the war, Tzor is equal to this place, and then enters the Xianting Holy Palace.
"This place is the residence of the Lord, don't look, touch, or touch, otherwise the gods will be destroyed!"
This voice was extremely domineering, and at the same time, among the gathering figures, an old monk in purple clothes slowly opened his eyes.
In the eyes of the old monk, there was a mist and purple gas rolling at this time, but this abnormality only remained for a moment, and then completely dissipated.
But the breath at that moment leaked, causing several people around him to shake subconsciously.
Then a slightly restrained voice sounded in the ears of the old man:
"This old fellow daoist, you are really calm. You must know that this place is the ruins of the Xianting Sacred Palace, and you still have the mood to close your eyes and eyes."
At this time, it was a young man standing next to the purple-clothed old man, with a slightly immature face, which meant that he was really young.
However, this young man's brocade clothes are quite gorgeous, and he also has several Taoist artifacts that exude a not low breath, which also indicates his extraordinary family background.
Perhaps it was because he was too excited or nervous. At this time, the young man's face turned blue and red, and his fists were also clenched in one place, almost trembling.
Afterwards, he should have felt his gaffe, the young man took a deep breath, looked around calmly for a week, lowered his voice, and continued to speak:
"Old fellow Taoist, aren't you nervous? You must know the platform we are stepping on at this time. In the ancient times, only the immortals in the myths were qualified to stand."
After speaking, perhaps to supplement his own point of view, the young man swallowed and then said:
"In other words, ascending to the heavens where this fairy garden is, it can be said to be a step up to the sky!"
"Xianting Sacred Palace has collapsed for such a long time, and it doesn't make much sense to say this at this time."
The purple-clothed old man's response was gentle, but with a sense of unwillingness to refuse. This made the young man beside him startled and nodded subconsciously. Then, as if thinking of something, he shook his head abruptly and said:
"But even if the fairy garden is no longer there, isn't there still a holy court? Anyway, the people in the holy court Tiance Palace said this to my family when they found my home."
After he finished speaking, the young man in brocade nodded his head again, and his determined voice continued:
"Pick up the boy, I will go to the fairy palace, one step to the sky!"
When he said these words, the corners of the young man's mouth raised, and a little heroic spirit radiated from his thin body.
In the next breath, his gaze was fixed on the Nantian Gate in front, and with a little yearning voice, he heard again:
"Since you are standing here, the old man, you must be the same as the young man, the chosen person among countless monks.
"Unexpectedly, although this young master is not top-notch family and sect, he is the chosen person of the holy court. Thinking about it at this time, I feel that I am still in a dream."
A growing smile appeared on the young man's face, then he turned his head, glanced at the face of the old man beside him, and continued to ask:
"Boy Thunder, from Ben Lei Sect, don't know where the old man comes from?"
"The old man has forgotten where he came from, but if you want to calculate carefully, I was born in the north."
As soon as the word Northern Territory came out, the mouth of the young man beside him opened and rounded, and he even took a step away from the outside subconsciously, stammering his mouth and said:
"North, North Border, doesn't it mean that it comes from the most recent show, Daxia?"
Before this statement was completely finished, the young man continued to take three steps outward, with a frightened and far away appearance. Not only him but also the monks around who heard this statement spread out. In a circle.
It is worth mentioning that these monks gathered outside the Nanxian Gate at this time all have an extremely obvious characteristic, that is, a not low thunder attribute aura lingers all over their body.
"Daxia, there is a cultivator of Daxia. Isn't Daxia secretly hostile to the holy court? Could it be that the two are secretly connected?"
Low-level questions appeared in the minds of the surrounding monks, but soon, these people thought about it flawlessly.
Because within the Nanxian Gate ahead, a figure like a bamboo pole walked out slowly, looking straight ahead with an electric gaze.
This person's gaze was filled with imperceptible disdain, and finally the corners of his mouth rose, and a very hoarse voice came out:
"Welcome to the ruins of the Holy Palace, the Chosen People!"
This person bit the four words of Profound Heavenly Person, this person bit particularly hard, and then he turned sideways, exposing the Nantian Gate behind his back, and his voice came out again:
"Come, enter this door, your destiny will be completely changed, maybe this time tomorrow, even Ben Xiu will call you, sir!"