Mu Yan's fingers gently turned the invisible Void Ring on his fingertips, and the longing and desire in his heart flooded like a tide.

Xiaobao, Di Mingjue, we will be able to reunite our family soon, right?

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Time flies, and soon the day of the Tianmei Banquet.

At this time, countless spiritual cultivation had already gathered on the Qianyuan.

When the disaster was caused by the sky, the Qianyuan was devastated by the ravage of ghouls.

But after more than a year, the grass has been green, colorful and completely renewed.

The demons did not prepare any palaces for rest on the Qian Abyss.

And it turns out that it is not necessary.

This time, even the third-rate family always has several Sumeru mustard seed magic weapons that can be transformed into temporary houses, yards, and palaces.

Even if the Siqing tribe is really poor, it is still attached to first-rate sects such as Yin and Yang Sect, and there will be some place to settle down.

According to the invitation letter of the Tianmei Banquet, the Qianyuan barrier will automatically open as soon as noon arrives.

Only then will these people be able to enter the deep abyss.

"The guys from the demons are so arrogant. What are our identities? We are just waiting here just like that!"

Han Weijiang was so angry that he was irritated in the palace transformed by Sumeru mustard seeds.

In order to miss the time of Tianmei Banquet, their Han family and their group set off early.

But after arriving here, I was not allowed to enter the hidden abyss at all, and I could only wait in this ghost place.

"What good thing is the demons' thinking their princess is? Do you want it? Everyone is rushing to ask for it? I'm just a slut, a waste of man, who can do the best. What is your identity? She should laugh at her if she is willing to marry her!"

Han Jiaming, who had been meditating next to him, slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Wei Jiang, be careful of your words, don't forget that this is already the territory of the demon clan, and the demon clan is famous for protecting his shortcomings. If you don't want our Han family members to not be able to walk out of Qianyuan alive, you can talk nonsense at the Tianmei Banquet."

Han Weijiang's face changed, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "I'll go outside! Qin Jiu, why are you standing there? Why don't you keep up with me!"

Han Jiaming looked at his younger brother's back as he walked out of the hall gate. The dark light in his eyes flashed, and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...

Han Weijiang came out of the palace with a stomach full of anger.

The area above the Qian Abyss is actually very large.

But there are too many sects and families who come to participate in the Tianmei Banquet this time.

Although each company has divided the areas and distances, it does not interfere with each other.

But Han Weijiang could still see many children of sects and families walking back and forth in front of their Sumeru mustard seed building.

Han Weijiang really wanted to find someone to vent his anger, but the Han family has now declined.

And these people who can come to the Tianmei Banquet are all characters he can't afford to offend.

Han Weijiang spitted hard, kicked the stone under his feet, and was about to walk back in disappointment.

Suddenly, he saw two lonely people out of the corner of his eyes.

One is a sword cultivator dressed in rags and covered in dust, and it seems that he is only at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

The other one, sitting directly in a wheelchair, looked only in his twenties at first glance, and his cultivation level seemed to have not even reached the Golden Immortal.

Ha, he was worried that there was no sandbag to vent his anger!

Isn't this delivered to your door?

Han Weijiang waved his hand to the subordinates following behind him and walked towards the two people next to Qianyuan with a swagger.
Chapter completed!