I, The Holy Son of the Holy Land, Join the Chat Group

Lao Niu could clearly feel the space energy emanating from that ray of light. Although he had seen Ning Beichen's ability before, this time was obviously very different from the previous one.

Although it doesn't look that shocking, the energy contained in it is too terrifying. How many worlds have to be opened to create this thing?

Ning Beichen didn't have time to answer him, and kept staring at the light, fearing that something might go wrong. .

Chapter 371

Chapter 369 Arrival of Group Members

The white light gradually expanded, gradually enveloping everything around it. At the beginning, it was blocked by the main hall, and everyone hadn't noticed this vision, but gradually, with the expansion of the white light, everyone noticed the road behind the main hall. shine.

"what happened?"

All the congratulators who had not yet entered the hall looked at that ~ Bai Guang asked.

This sudden vision caused commotion among the crowd, and they didn't understand what the Heavenly Cang Holy Land was going to do.

"Forehead....."

Mo Yandao and Yun Taichong, who were in charge of welcoming the guests, looked confused and didn't know how to explain, after all they didn't know what was going on.

"Everyone, don't panic, it's a vision created by Ning Beichen, the Immortal Emperor Ning, inviting some visitors from afar."

Mo Cangqiong even walked out and explained loudly.

"Oh! Immortal Emperor Ning! That's all right."

"Such a vision is indeed worthy of being caused by Emperor Ning Xian!"

"It turned out to be Ning's fault!"

. . . . . .

Everyone began to involuntarily start touting mode.

Although it is not clear what role the guests invited by Ning Beichen are, and they have to make such a big battle, but looking at the group of guests around them will make it clear.

They are all respectable characters. The lowest sect also has several immortal kings. Compared with the holy land, it is only one immortal emperor. This is the kind that can only be ranked at the bottom and cannot even enter the palace. .

However, they did think wrongly. In terms of strength, the combined members of the group are not as powerful as any of the visiting sects, but they can't hold back the members of the group.

Everyone represents a world, and behind the chat group are the real heavens and myriad worlds, which is incomparable to any sect in this world.

After a while, the white light gradually dissipated, and all the group members were summoned behind the main hall.

It's been a long time since there was an offline gathering, and many people haven't really met each other, but this time their wish was fulfilled.

However, the painting styles of the group members are too different, which looks very abrupt at first glance.

Some are not human, some are dead, some are European and American knights in full armor, and some are in the style of romantic girl comics. In short, each of them is different, and the style of painting is very different.

"Wow! The magic element here is so abundant! Is this the world of the leader Sama?"

A round, sky-blue spherical creature on the ground bounced and said, it looked like a big blue translucent water polo, and its voice was like a child, very cute.

"Limuru."

Kang Na ran over, picked up Limuru, who was about the size of her head, and coiled it in her arms.

"The group leader Sama has a lot of energy here."

On the side, the bone king Gu Aotian exuding a gloomy aura all over his body, Fei Shu said, he could feel that the energy here was far different from his own world, if the energy in his world was like a puddle of king Yang, the energy here is like a universe, not only that, the huge gap in quality is even more difficult to make up, if you practice here, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

"I have to say, seeing the true face of the Bone King with my own eyes really makes people feel a lot of pressure!"

Dagu couldn't help sighing, the dark power emanating from Momonga made him very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"hey-hey."

Momonga scratched his bald forehead with his scrawny hand and smiled embarrassedly.

"Group boss."

Wearing a red robe, Su Xiaoyu stood tall and said, if it weren't for the long sword held in her waist, this outfit would look more like a wedding dress.

"Yo(＾U＾)ノ~YO"

Ning Beichen greeted with a smile.

Su Xiaoyu: That's it? Gone! ? My old lady dressed up like this specially! ε=ε=ε=(#д)

Brother Sha is still wearing cheap armor, but his strength is not the same, and it is difficult for him to have any suitable things in his world that can create useful armor for him.

Ning Beichen glanced at Minato, Sol, Qiyu, Zhang Sanfeng, Lin Jiu, and all the group members were present.

"Let's go, take you to cook."

Ning Beichen said.

"cooked rice!?"

Upon hearing these two words, the eyes of Kanna and Chitong lit up instantly, and Limulu, who was held in Kangna's arms, suddenly felt the two short hands holding him tighten, and he was strangled. out of breath.

"Let's go."

Ning Beichen rubbed Kang Na's little head, took her little hand and said with a smile.

Masaka! ? Is the group leader a lolicon? ?

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Su Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and thought unwillingly.

hey-hey.

Gu Xun'er and Nan Xiaoniao on the side kept observing Su Xiaoyu's face, seeing her deflated, they immediately felt relieved.

"snort!"

Glancing at the two people who were laughing aside, Su Xiaoyu snorted softly, ran to Ning Beichen's side, and hugged his other arm very forcefully.

"Forehead......"

Ning Beichen stopped with a dazed expression on his face, seeing that his held arm wanted to break free, but he didn't pull it out with a little force.

Then, he saw Su Xiaoyu's expression.

With tears in his eyes, his two big eyes looked at him pitifully, as if "if you dare to take your hands away, I will cry for you". . . . .

..... ... ... ... ...

You are great. . .

Ning Beichen had a helpless expression on his face, he was defeated by her.

In this way, the background was like a family of three. Ning Beichen and the three walked in the forefront, leading other group members into the hall through the back door.

Really go through the back door.

hateful!

Gu Xun'er, Nan Xiaoniao, and Yakumo Zi, who didn't speak and hid well, were all roaring madly in their hearts.

I didn't expect Su Xiaoyu to succeed so easily with a careless thought!

Don't talk about Wude, don't talk about Wude!

Mo Cangqiong had been waiting in the hall for a long time. When he saw Ning Beichen walking in with a group of strange-looking guys, he also guessed that these were Ning Beichen's subordinates in Ten Thousand Realms.

The group members also saw the old man in front of them. At first glance, he was an ordinary old man, so ordinary that he could no longer be ordinary, and he didn't have the aura of a strong person on him.

but. . . . .

Qiyu and Zhang Sanfeng, who are the strongest here, clearly felt the invisible pressure on Mo Cangqiong.

It was like an insurmountable mountain in front of them, and the majestic feeling made them dare not take a breath.

"Oh? These two little guys."

Mo Cangqiong also felt the changes in Qiyu and Zhang Sanfeng, and said with some surprise.

Even though Zhang Sanfeng was older than Mo Cangqiong, the two of them were really children in front of Mo Cangqiong, not even children.

If you really want to calculate it proportionally, they may be equivalent to a fertilized egg. . . . . begging.

Chapter 372

Mo Cangqiong could tell at a glance that one of the two fairy kings in front of him was only a hundred years old, and the other was only a few decades old. Mo Cangqiong didn't express anything, but he couldn't be more shocked in his heart.

Where did these gods come from! ?

Mo Cangqiong gave Ning Beichen a look.

Ning Beichen shrugged helplessly, pointing to increase his strength, just like that.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Alas..."

Seeing Mo Cangqiong sigh inexplicably, everyone didn't understand what he meant.

Why sigh?

If it wasn't too late now, it would be better if it was earlier, give him time to train these people slowly, maybe one or two immortals can be cultivated.

This is why Mo Cangqiong sighed.

but. . . .

If Immortality is really that easy to reach, how could there be Ning Beichen and him in millions of years?

The enlightenment in the chat group is very powerful, but it is enlightenment, not overreaching. No one can guarantee that you will achieve immortality.

If that's the case, wouldn't anyone just do it? Why bother to find Ning Beichen in the chat group?

You must know that Ning Beichen was just a holy son of a holy land back then, but with the strength of the ninth level, there are many people who are stronger than him, and Mo Cangqiong is one of them.

But the chat group did not choose them.

There are so many geniuses in the heavens and the world, but Ning Beichen was chosen, which is enough to show that he is different from others.

Achieving immortality is also inevitable.

"Master..."

Ning Beichen reminded with a speechless face, what's the matter with people standing here all the time? The key is. . . . .

What's wrong with your sad little eyes? Σ(っД;)っ! ? Disciple and grandson, I really don't like masculinity (((;;)))!

"Who are you?"

Mo Cangqiong rolled his eyes at Ning Beichen, and looked at the beautiful girl who was holding Ning Beichen's arm tightly. For some reason, he always felt that the aura of this girl was very familiar.

"Hi, I'm the wife of the group leader."

Seeing that Mo Cangqiong asked about herself, Su Xiaoyu quickly let go of the hands holding Ning Beichen's arms, tidied the ends of her hair, and introduced herself in a gentle and tactful manner.

"Bitch?"

Mo Cangqiong frowned and looked at Ning Beichen.

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Ning Beichen returned a look of denying Sanlian, and silently took a step back.

"Where did the little wave hoof come from! Also worthy of a self-proclaimed brother!?"

A crisp and clear voice sounded, Su Xiaoyu's face instantly collapsed, her beautiful eyes looked at the sound with murderous intent.

"Master... Junior sister?"

Ning Beichen instantly recognized who the owner of this voice was. Although he hadn't heard it for a long time, this voice was all too familiar to him.

Mo Qingcheng, the son of Mo Yandao, and Ning Beichen's junior sister, has been retreating to hit the seventh level, which is the realm of Xuanxian, but he didn't expect to enter it today?

"Brother~"

Suddenly, a figure rushed towards Ning Beichen's arms with a burst of fragrance at a lightning speed.

but. . . . . .

In an instant, he was stopped by Su Xiaoyu's sword.