The Kunlun Mountains are endless and clouds are shrouded in mist all year round, making them the most famous residence of gods in China.

Hundreds of years later, the world of mankind flourished, the heavens and earth declined, and all the gods and immortals could only live on Kunlun Mountain.

When Ruan Ling came here again, she felt a little moved.

The phoenix bird roamed a few times over Kunlun Mountain with a clear cry.

Pu Zihuang took out a jade white invitation and threw it down casually.

"What is this for?" Ruan Ling asked.

"The banquet invitation is also the key to entering." Pu Zihuang explained, "There is a ban on Kunlun Mountain. Without this invitation, no one can enter."

Ruan Ling suddenly realized.

It turns out that the secret of the invitation is here.

Even if ordinary mortals walk all over Kunlun Mountain, they cannot enter Kunlun Immortal Palace.

It was because of the ban that concealed the Immortal Palace.

Not long after the post was thrown, a soft light slowly dissipated below.

The phoenix flew over immediately, crossing layers of clouds and mist, and a beautiful fairy palace appeared in front of Ruan Ling.

This is the first time Ruan Ling has seen the Kunlun Immortal Palace in its heyday. Compared with the Immortal Palace that declined hundreds of years later, it is a huge difference.

The fairy palace in front of me is surrounded by the clear air and the fairy music is completely a kind of orthodox immortal style.

It doesn’t look like the Immortal Palace hundreds of years later, it’s so devastated that it’s robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance.

The phoenix stopped at the gate of the Immortal Palace and bent down.

Ruan Ling and Pu Zihuang jumped down.

She looked up at the beautiful immortal palace, and felt a little shocked.

What happened that made such an immortal palace ruin the way she had seen it.

"So beautiful." She couldn't help but sigh.

"On average, average." Pu Zihuang laughed and walked forward with her feather fan. "Stop looking at Ruanruan, come here."

Ruan Ling followed.

At the gate of the Immortal Palace, various gods fell from time to time.

Most of Ruan Ling didn't know each other.

But Pu Zihuang knew everything and greeted people from time to time, and seemed to be very happy.

This is quite magical for a demon.

At this time, a red fire fell down.

Ruan Ling turned around and her eyes suddenly lit up.

This person is a beautiful boy of sixteen or seventeen, with a fiery red body, long hair tied up, and a red silk hanging on his arms, flying in the wind.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is stepping on a pair of Hot Wheels, majestic.

Who else is there in the Three Realms except for the Three Halls Sea God Li Nezha?

Ruan Ling's eyes were shining.

Before she became the God of Land, if she said the gods of the sky and Buddhas, if she said who she liked the most, it must be Nezha and the Great Saint Wukong.

In her heart, Nezha was not a god, but a spirit.

A spirit of rebelliousness and daring to challenge the world and authority.

What a pity.

The Great Sage finally became a Buddha, and Nezha was also subdued.

This made Ruan Ling feel a little regretful.

But she was just a little god and had no position to argue with them.

Nezha put away the wind and hot wheels, stepped on the snow, walked straight past Ruan Ling, and stopped in front of Pu Zihuang.

"General Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your charm is still the same." Pu Zihuang and Feng Xiyu said with a smile.

When Ruan Ling heard his name, she remembered what general position Nezha had in heaven, and it was reasonable to call it.

Nezha said: "Your peacock is also very good, but when did you start bringing people to the banquet?"

Obviously he was referring to Ruan Ling.
Chapter completed!