Chapter 560: The 3 Religious Envoy Arrives

While Luo Feng was speaking, the blue Heart of the Holy Sword poked out a little bit from the central altar behind him, as if looking at Luo Feng's back curiously, but when Luo Feng suddenly stood up In an instant, he swooped back in again.

"I'm leaving." Luo Feng waved his hand in this direction, "I'll see you again in the future."

Luo Feng has been in Dunan Miao Village for nearly a week, and it would be unreasonable for him not to return to school.

After leaving the forbidden area, Tu Lao woman and her family had prepared a sumptuous dinner.

That night, Old Lady Tu specially lifted the ban for the seven brothers of the Song family and allowed them to drink. An earth-shattering drinking battle was about to break out, and it ended with the seven of them falling to the ground one by one.

"What you drink is boiled water." In the dead of night, on the roof of the Song family, two people were sitting side by side. It was Luo Feng and Song Daiying. At this time, Song Daiying's eyes kept looking up and down at Luo Feng. Her seven brothers were also considered wine drinkers. It's a big deal, but compared to the guy in front of me, there's a world of difference.

Luo Feng smiled slightly and looked at the night in the distance without responding.

The two sat in silence.

A cold wind blew in late at night. Luo Feng turned his head and looked at the sexy school beauty who was shivering slightly in the cold wind. He smiled and said, "It's very late. Go back and rest early. You have to rush back tomorrow morning."

"You really want to leave?" Song Daiying said, "We haven't found out what happened in the forbidden area yet."

"There hasn't been much movement in the past few days." Luo Feng replied. Apart from Luo Feng and Old Lady Tu, no third person knew about the existence of Jiuli Holy Sword Heart.

The ten ancient magic weapons are so rare and precious that once they are known to others, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the Dunan Miao Village.

The less people know, the safer it is.

One night passed quietly.

The next day, the east rose, and the mountains were covered with a golden coat.

The flowers are fragrant, the Taoyuan scenery is beautiful, the flowing water is extremely charming, and it is the headquarters of Shenhua Palace.

Purple Orchid Loft.

With a slender and gentle body, she sat quietly in front of the window, with a quiet and beautiful face, holding an ancient and thick book in her hand.

"Ancient Rare Treasures" of "The Legacy of Holy History".

These days,

Jun Lianmeng has been reading these books, passing the time while absorbing all the common sense about the warrior world. She understood that when her adoptive mother Wen Renli Ge said that she was one of the ten ancient holy bodies, she was already destined to become a part of the warrior world.

Besides, she had no choice.

She would rather return to Yangcheng and become an ordinary middle school English teacher.

A ray of sunlight climbed up to the window sill and played with Jun Lianmeng's fingertips playfully. Jun Lianmeng gently turned the page. As her fingers shook, golden sunlight filled the table. At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Jun Lianmeng turned her head sideways, the door to the room opened, and a figure in purple appeared in front of Jun Lianmeng. Jun Lianmeng immediately stood up, "Senior Sister Mingyue."

"Princess, master invites you." Mingyue said with a smile.

Jun Lianmeng put down the book in his hand and followed Mingyue out. It was still the sea of ​​flowers. Wenren Lige was in it, and it seemed to be the most moving scenery in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Mother." Jun Lianmeng stood behind Wenren Lige, and Mingyue had quietly stepped back and left.

"Tell me about the realm of a warrior," Wenren Lige said.

"Martial artists are divided into Ming Jin and Dark Jin. The ninth grade of Ming Jin and the dark Jin. So far, the strongest in the world is the fifth grade of dark Jin and the power of Jiuding." Jun Lianmeng simply described the differences between Ming Jin and Dark Jin. After explaining the division of power at each level, I couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Mom, is it true that no one in the world has ever surpassed the fifth level of An Jin and the power of Jiuding?"

"No." Wenren Lige said, "The strongest man in the world, the number one devil in the world, Mo Yuanwu, whose peak power was also the peak of Jiuding, cannot transcend the confinement of this world. There is a legend that this world , only allowing the power of Jiuding to appear, it cannot be stronger. Of course, legends are meant to be broken. Meng'er, maybe one day, your strength will surpass the power of Jiuding. On that day, you will open up a new world. A new era." Wenren Lige looked at Jun Lianmeng expectantly.

Jun Lianmeng immediately shook her head and said quickly, "I don't have such extravagant hopes."

"It's not an extravagant hope." Wenren Lige's eyes were hot, "You have a holy body that is unprecedented in the world today, and your potential is immeasurable. Meng'er, mother hopes that one day, I can see you stand at the top."

Jun Lianmeng lightly pursed her red lips. Even so, Jun Lianmeng did not have a strong heart in her heart.

These days, Wenren Lige always takes time to test Jun Lianmeng's common sense about the martial arts world. She doesn't want Jun Lianmeng, who is destined to be the focus of the three sects, to have any common sense about the martial arts world when the Heaven and Earth Dojo opens. No.

boom!

Suddenly, the sea of ​​flowers beneath my feet shook.

"Someone has intruded." Wenren Lige raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance. Several powerful auras swept across the sky and covered the ground in the blink of an eye, heading straight for the intruder, bang bang bang.

The vibrating sound shook the entire Shenhua Palace.

"What a strong breath."

Wenren Lige's face suddenly changed slightly, "Meng'er, wait here for me, don't run around." After saying that, Wenren Lige's long sleeves fluttered, and his figure quickly flew away, and a moment later, he appeared in a peach garden. Above the woods, looking at the battle ahead, he was one of the four major disciples, Mingyue Qingfeng and others were fighting a fierce battle with a man in blue robes.

The blue-robed man looked about 40 years old, but his strength was unexpectedly strong. The four disciples under his tutelage, the weakest of whom was only at the third level of dark energy, were the backbone of the Shenhua Palace. But now they joined forces to deal with a blue-robed man, but they could not gain the upper hand at all.

"Who is this man..." Wenren Lige suddenly thought of something in his mind, and his figure paused.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four figures were knocked out at the same time.

Wenren Lige jumped up and looked at the blue-robed man, "Who are you?"

The blue-robed man looked at Wenren Lige, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face, "The gods of Mantian ascended the immortal mountain, and raised their cups to bury all the demons in the nine springs."

The voice resounded like the roar of bells and drums.

Wenren Lige's pupils trembled, and he bowed slightly, "Wenren Lige, the Palace Master of Shenhua Palace, respectfully welcomes the Holy Envoy."

The visitor is the envoy of the three religions!

From one of the three religions, the Mantian Religion.

Of course, Wenren Lige had guessed it beforehand. After all, there were only three religions in the world that could break into the headquarters of Shenhua Palace without making any noise.

There is no place in the world that the three religions cannot find. Of course, there is one exception, the headquarters of Canmo.

"Mingyue, you go down and prepare, set up the highest banquet, and welcome the Saint Envoy." Wenren Lige waved his hand.

"Yes, Palace Master." The four disciples left immediately.

Wenren Lige's eyes were faintly permeated with excitement.

The appearance of the messengers of the three religions means that the Tiandi Daochang is about to open...