"This... are there living people in this Saint Palace?" Wu Daozi's face changed suddenly, and he swallowed with a slut, and beads of sweat as big as beans slid down his cheek.

The shriveled old face was also filled with a look of shock.

The spiritual flowers, alien grasses, and even the ancient immortal trees that had already withered in the entire Saint Palace have grown vigorously. Countless cranes and spirit birds seem to have been infused with vitality by people using supreme magical means. They have already weathered into bone frames, and have reborn flesh and blood wings surrounding the exterior wall of the Saint Palace.

The cheerful cry started.

The sound is loud, and their ethereal figures and movements make them feel a bit pleasing to the eye.

"Nine Heavenly Spirit Crane..."

"Nichang Divine Moth..."

"The green phoenix bird in the Yaochi..."

“…”

Chen Changsheng raised his head and glanced at the spiritual birds and leftovers around the Saint Palace. His mind was slightly shocked. You should know that these spiritual birds and leftovers that had been extinct in ancient times were difficult to find even in the fairy world of the heavens. They had traces of their existence.

Even if there are three or five spiritual bird bones in the holy lands of those imperial clans and ancient sects, it is already very impressive.

After all, even in ancient times, it was not easy to capture these spiritual bird remains. The powerful people at the eighth and nineth levels of the Emperor Realm may not be able to subdue the remains of these spiritual birds.

In this Saint Palace, there are only seven or eight hundred cranes, divine moths and blue phoenix birds in the Yaochi Palace. Although the remaining species are rare, they are all rare varieties. Even with Chen Changsheng's vision and experience, he can only recognize a small part...

The sound of reading in the palace and ancient buildings is getting louder and louder.

The fairy mist is shrouded in.

The entire Saint Palace suddenly became a fairyland on earth, a prosperous scene. Seeing this scene, not only Wu Daozi was stunned, but other ancient tribes and people from the territorial families were also dull and frightened, and their eyes were full of shock.

"The people in the Saint Palace are really... really alive?" Lei Xiaoniao trembled all over. As the creatures in the thirty-third heaven, I'm afraid that all the people present would not know how terrifying it was.

Swish!

Hearing the voice of the thunder bird, everyone present subconsciously looked at it. The vitality power in the palace pavilion was so strong that it could not be dissolved. Not to mention Wu Daozi, Bai Ningxue and others were already cultivating in the realm of fate.

Even a blind man can clearly feel the breath of vitality in the palace pavilion. You must know that in these thirty-third heavens, the power of vitality is definitely a rare thing. Even if a person like the Thunder Owl bird is full of death, his body is full of death. Although his intelligence remains unabated, he can run or jump, and even his bloodline talent can be used for half.

But in the end, it can only be considered a dead thing.

Although dead objects like the Thunder Owlniao can remain immortal, they cannot improve their cultivation and realm. The living people are different. Millions of years are enough to allow them to hone their cultivation and magical means to the extreme.

"Flat-haired bird, haven't these thirty-third heavens been covered with millions of years? Even a strong man above the ninth level of the Emperor Realm should have turned into a pile of bones after so long, right?" An old man from Tianxuan Taoist Temple frowned and asked at the Lei Xiaobird beside Chen Changsheng.

"Flat...flat bird?"

Swish!

Hearing the other party's name, Lei Xiaoniao suddenly burst out, his eyes were full of violence at the old man, and he said with a crackling sound: "Bird Master, your ancestors are 18 generations, your bull's nose is the flat-haired bird, your whole family is a flat-haired bird, a shameless thing. When your grandfather Lei Xiao was born, your ancestors were still playing with peeing mud. He dared to call Labor and Capital a flat-haired bird. If it weren't for your old arms and legs, the meat wouldn't be stewed, your grandfather Lei Xiao would have eaten you now..."

"You..." The old Taoist was so angry that as the elder of Tianxuan Taoist Temple, he had never suffered such humiliation. His whole face turned red with anger. If it weren't for the terrifying methods of Chen Changsheng, he would have rushed over without hesitation and wrestled with the shattered-mouthed beast.

"Okay, shut up." Wu Daozi glared at the old man and scolded.

The old man felt wronged.

There was a hint of strangeness everywhere in such a huge Saint Palace. Wu Daozi didn't bother to pay attention to his junior brothers, but looked at Lei Xiaoniao and said, "Brother Bird, I remember you are the divine beast worshipped by the ancient Lei Hall. On this thirty-third level of heaven, you should be more familiar with it than all of us!"

"Hey...then you need to say it?" When he heard Wu Daozi's divine beast, Lei Xiaobi raised his eyebrows, and the unhappy expression on the bird's face instantly dissipated. However, when he thought of the horror of the Saint Palace, he became serious again, shook his head, and said, "The status of this Saint Palace is thousands of times higher than our Ancient Thirteenth Palace. Even before the decline of the Thirty-third Heaven, this divine beast has not been here a few times, so this divine beast is not very clear about the matter of the Saint Palace."

"oh?"

After hearing Lei Xiaoniao's words, a look of disappointment flashed across Wu Daozi's face.

"Bang, bang, bang."

At this moment, the sound of reading in the palace pavilion stopped, and the sea of ​​soul mist that enveloped the Saint Palace began to roll.

The remains of spiritual birds were filled with cries.

"Swish!"

Hundreds of thousands of white shadows, sacrificed magic weapons, flew out of the palace pavilion, and saw clearly that the white shadows were disciples of the Saint Palace dressed by Confucian scholars, Wu Daozi, and the people from the ancient tribes and territorial families all became secretly alert.

I dare not be careless at all.

"Are these people disciples of the Saint Palace?" Bai Ningxue turned to look at Chen Changsheng and asked in a low voice. The jade hand hidden in her sleeve was the ancient sword that was tightly grasping her.

An ancient thunder palace almost made her trap inside, not to mention that the name of this Saint Palace is more than a thousand times stronger than the ancient thunder palace below.

"Well... it should be." Chen Changsheng nodded and his eyes fell on the white-clothed Confucian scholars. He saw that in their hands, there were countless magic weapons such as fairy paper, jade pens, inkstones, pianos, chess, sheng and flutes.

Chen Changsheng just glanced at it and could basically conclude that these people were all disciples of the Saint Palace. The magic weapons in their hands, like the witch clan under the thirty-third level, had already formed a system of their own.

The ancient witch clan had their own witch scripts, witch tools, and even witch beasts and their own totems.

I'm afraid this Saint Palace might as well give in more.

The holy mountain, stone carvings, pens, ink, paper, inkstone, piano, chess, books, paintings... are all their magic weapons and means, and they have become the inheritance of the saints...
Chapter completed!