Primal Chaos Heaven, Spirit Sword Mountain.
The Spirit Sword Mountain was no more than three thousand meters high, and its peak was covered with hundreds of millions of ancient swords. Under the illumination of the sun, the ten thousand swords shone brilliantly, and the Sword Qi soared into the heavens.
At the top of the mountain was a flat and spacious stone platform, called the Sword Discourse Arena.
The Sword Discourse Arena was held once every hundred years, and it was also a tradition of the swordsmen of the Taiji Heavens. If one obtained a title on the Sword Discourse Arena, they would even be recognized by the Divine Martial Arena.
For a swordsman, it was an extremely high honor.
Today, the ancient Sword Discourse Arena once again became lively. More than a hundred powerhouses from the thirty-six Heavens had gathered here.
The Seven Sword Mountain's Number One Sword Master, Yue Tianpeng, led the Soft Cloud Sword Saint through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with the guests. He was dressed in white, had white hair and white eyes, and was pure white from top to bottom. His temperament was noble and meaningful, and he was generous and calm when dealing with people. He was a good host.
Yue Tianpeng had been a Saint for tens of thousands of years. In his early years, he had traveled across the heavens and made friends. Although the experts who came today might not know each other, it was not difficult to establish a relationship with them.
This time, the Seven Swords Society was very generous. After discovering the Taiji Sword Palace, they took the initiative to announce it to the outside world, inviting experts from all over to explore it together. Although the Seven Swords Society was looking for someone to share the risk, many powerhouses had to be grateful.
The Seven Swords Society was the leader of the exploration of the Taiji Sword Palace. Naturally, all the experts present had to look up to Yue Tianpeng. Even the Divine Level Experts behaved very modestly and politely.
Everyone had the same goal, so the atmosphere was quite harmonious and even relaxed.
At the very least, all the experts were talking cheerfully and seemed rather relaxed.
"This is Purple Night Divine Lord from the Boundless Sword Sect of the East Pole …"
Sword Sage Soft Cloud introduced Purple Night Divine Lord respectfully. She was the receptionist for this event. Although she had never seen the Purple Night Sword Sovereign before, she already knew his identity.
Of course, a Divine Level Expert had to be especially respected. Although the other party called himself the Purple Night Sword Sovereign, out of respect for the Divine level, he addressed him as Divine Sovereign.
Yue Tianpeng also cupped his fists in salute and said with a smile, "Tianpeng greets Your Excellency. This was hastily organized, so it's hard to avoid some inconsiderate aspects. I hope the Divine Lord can forgive me. "
The Purple Night Sword Saint waved his hand and said casually, "It's fine."
He was the Limitless Sword Sect's Vice Sect Leader and had a high position. What had he not seen? Why would he care about these customs? He only had one goal in coming here, and that was to see the Taiji Sword Palace for himself.
As a sword cultivator, the allure of the Taiji Sword Palace was too great. Even though he had yet to recover from his heavy injuries, he still had to personally rush over to investigate.
The Purple Night Sword Sovereign was a famous sword cultivator in the East Pole. Yue Tianpeng had also heard of his fame many times. Just as he was about to say a few more polite words, someone beside him said, "Your organization this time is really casual. You actually let us stay together with the Saints without making any distinction."
The person who spoke had green hair and green eyes. He was as thin as a match and looked like a skeleton covered with a layer of black skin. He looked like an evil spirit. This person was ugly, but with two swords on his back, he had a sharp and awe-inspiring aura.
Yue Tianpeng had already seen the guest list and knew that this person was the South Pole Heavens' Netherworld Sword Monarch. Don't be fooled by his ugly appearance. His sword techniques were profound and he was quite famous in the Four Poles.
Although the other party was extremely rude, Yue Tianpeng did not dare to be rude. He said apologetically, "It was my negligence this time. Please forgive me, Divine Lord …"
The Netherworld Sword Monarch said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and enter the Taiji Sword Palace."
Yue Tianpeng said awkwardly, "Divine Lord, it's not the agreed time yet. It's not good to go back on what you said. Please wait a moment, Divine Lord. "
The Netherworld Sword Monarch was a little displeased. When he was about to reprimand him, Yue Tianpeng said again, "I still have some Netherworld Soul-Calming Tea. Since there's still time, please taste it, Divine Lord …"
The Netherworld was known as the source of the Nine Underworlds. The Soul-Calming Tea produced in it was extremely beneficial for cultivators who cultivated the Netherworld Secret Techniques. Although the Netherworld Sword Monarch did not need such external items, he liked the taste of the Soul-Calming Tea.
Yue Tianpeng could be said to have catered to his taste and expressed his sincerity in treating a guest.
Although the Netherworld Sword Monarch had a bad temper, he was a Divine Lord after all. If he was displeased over such a small matter, he would seem too petty.
He waved his sleeve and said, "Forget it. Go and do what you need to do."
Yue Tianpeng smiled and nodded. "Alright, I'll invite you to taste the tea when I'm back."
At this moment, a long dragon roar came from the sky. Amidst the turbulence of the clouds, a man and a woman walked out from the void side by side.
The man was wearing a majestic dark golden armor and a long blood-colored cape. He looked handsome and had a majestic aura. Once he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.
The woman was wearing a tight-fitting green scale armor. She looked very handsome. But beside the man, she was like a foil and had no sense of existence.
The man and woman were Gao Zhengyang and Ao Zhen. Gao Zhengyang, who had changed into a new armor, looked very flashy. He did not restrain himself at all, so of course, he attracted attention.
The Netherworld Sword Monarch's green eyes were like ghost fire. He stared at Gao Zhengyang fiercely. The ghost fire in his green eyes flickered and fluctuated. He wanted to see through Gao Zhengyang's background.
But no matter how the Dark Ghost Eye adjusted and changed, it could not see through the Dragon Emperor Armor.
This, on the contrary, aroused the Netherworld Sword Monarch's interest. He specialized in the Netherworld Secret Techniques. According to the classification of Buddhism, he cultivated the Heavenly Ghost Dao. He liked the Power of Yin the most.
Gao Zhengyang's Dragon Emperor Armor merged with the Dark Dragon Armor and absorbed the endless Darkness Origin. It was too attractive to the Netherworld Sword Monarch.
"Where did this guy come from? I hate him just by looking at him."
Of course, the Netherworld Sword Monarch did not know Gao Zhengyang.
"This is the chief guest of the Divine Dragon Palace, Gao Zhengyang. He is a Heaven Stage Saint. He is very impressive."
Yue Tianpeng could feel Gao Zhengyang's improvement. He was even more vigilant. But he tried to be objective when he introduced him. He did not add any personal feelings.
Everyone present was an old man who had lived for tens of thousands of years. They might have strange characters, but they were not fools. Yue Tianpeng would not be so bored as to sow discord.
But looking at the Netherworld Sword Monarch, he seemed to be interested in Gao Zhengyang.
The Netherworld Sword Monarch could not see through Gao Zhengyang. He turned to look at Ao Zhen. He could only see that she was from the Dragon Clan. He could not see anything else.
The Dragon Clan dominated the heavens. Although they had fierce internal conflicts, they were still united against outsiders.
Although the Netherworld Sword Monarch was not afraid of them, he would not provoke them if it was not necessary.
He retracted his gaze and muttered, "So arrogant. So you are a guy who fawns over the female dragon. Hahaha …"
The Netherworld Sword Monarch laughed weirdly. Yue Tianpeng smiled out of politeness. The Soft Cloud Sword Saint also forced a smile. The Purple Night Sword Saint looked at Gao Zhengyang with a serious expression. He had no intention of cooperating with the Netherworld Sword Saint.
"Excuse me, Sir Gods. I will take my leave first …"
Yue Tianpeng bowed respectfully and went to greet Gao Zhengyang and Ao Zhen.
Although Tai Chi Heaven was huge, the Divine Dragon Palace was expanding very quickly. Although there was no actual conflict with the Seven Sword Mountain, both sides were competing in the dark.
This time, the Seven Sword Society had organized many experts to go to the Tai Chi Sword Palace. They were in the limelight and immediately suppressed the Divine Dragon Palace.
But looking at Gao Zhengyang's condition, it seemed that his cultivation had improved greatly. The happiness in Yue Tianpeng's heart also disappeared.
In the universe, the most important and fundamental thing was still power. Whatever great momentum, it was all fake. In the face of real power, it could not withstand a single blow.
Yue Tianpeng secretly adjusted his mentality and went to greet them with a face full of smiles.
The Netherworld Sword Saint was even more displeased. Yue Tianpeng actually shook them off and went to greet a pair of Sages. He really wanted to take out Yue Tianpeng's Sage Core and swallow it.
But it was just a thought. After all, he still needed Yue Tianpeng. But if he had this chance in the Tai Chi Sword Palace, he would not be polite.
Of course, the most important thing was the man in the dark golden armor. No matter what, he would find a chance to kill him and get that set of powerful divine weapons.
The Netherworld Sword Saint turned his gaze and suddenly said to the Purple Night Sword Saint, "You know that little thing?"
He and the Purple Night Sword Saint had met a few times in the early years. They could barely be considered acquaintances. He also spoke less cautiously.
The Purple Night Sword Saint looked at the Netherworld Sword Saint and said with a complicated expression, "I do. This person is called Gao Zhengyang. He is very, very extraordinary."
After thinking for a while, the Purple Night Sword Saint was too embarrassed to say that Gao Zhengyang was very strong. He emphasized it with 'very extraordinary'. As for how the Netherworld Sword Saint understood it, it was none of his business.
The Netherworld Sword Saint did not notice this little trick. He said with some surprise, "You really do know him. I can see that he has essence blood and divine energy. His lifespan is less than five hundred years."
For a Divine Lord who used ten thousand years as a unit of time, five hundred years was the time it took to enter seclusion.
No matter what kind of power, it needed time to accumulate. The Netherworld Sword Saint was also a little surprised that he could become a Heaven Saint in five hundred years. But with such a short lifespan, he was destined to have no foundation. He did not care about him at all.
"Yes."
The Purple Night Sword Saint did not comment and casually responded. He could also see that the Netherworld Sword Saint seemed to be interested in Gao Zhengyang.
If they were good friends, he would definitely seriously warn the other party. But for trash like the Netherworld Sword Saint, the Purple Night Sword Saint was happy to see him suffer. He was not so kind as to warn him.
As the era changed, all living beings were fighting for that slim chance of survival. With one less Divine Rank, there would be one less competitor. Moreover, the other party was so annoying.
In reality, there were many people who were interested in Gao Zhengyang. Among them, most of them were interested in his Dragon Emperor Armor.
There was no other reason.
Although the newly smelted Dragon Emperor Armor did not have an artifact spirit, it was a true Rank 11 Divine Artifact. Moreover, after absorbing the darkness source, the quality of the Dragon Emperor Armor had improved. The characteristics it displayed were extremely rare even among Rank 11 Divine Artifacts.
Gao Zhengyang was clearly a Saint Rank expert. A Saint Rank expert swaggering around wearing a Rank 11 Divine Artifact would naturally attract countless greedy gazes.
It was like a child holding a gold nugget and walking around the city. Wealth that did not match one's strength would attract trouble.
Gao Zhengyang felt that the many covetous gazes were very funny, and he was also a little excited. He was more violent in his bones and liked to fight.
However, the education he had received had left some marks on his body that belonged to the Order Faction.
Others thought that Gao Zhengyang was very barbaric and overbearing. Actually, he would still abide by some order. It was just that this order was set up by him. This made him like to take the advantage of reason when fighting.
Gao Zhengyang was not intentionally causing trouble. But he had to use the Dragon Emperor Armor, and it was impossible to silence all the enemies every time. What could not be hidden, there was no need to be sneaky.
This kind of magnanimity, in the eyes of others, was showing off, telling everyone to blow me up!
Because of Gao Zhengyang's arrival, the atmosphere on the Sword Discourse Arena became somewhat subtle.
"This guy is really arrogant, I bet he won't live past three days!"
Feng Qingling chuckled softly, her beautiful golden-red phoenix eyes filled with disdain.
She was of the pure-blooded Phoenix Race, and although she was not old, she was already famous in the South Pole, a powerful sword cultivator from the Phoenix Race.
She felt that the essence energy of Primal Chaos Heaven was turbid and inferior, and even breathing would feel very uncomfortable. If not for Primal Chaos Sword Palace being the ancestor of all sword cultivators, Feng Qingling would not have personally come to Primal Chaos Heaven.
Feng Qingling liked to do things in a low-profile manner, but the pride in the bones of the Phoenix Race made her look down on any inferior lifeforms. Gao Zhengyang was just a Saint level, but he was especially proud and ostentatious, which made her especially disapprove of it.
"Yeah, look at his smug look, wishing he could even take out his underwear to show off!"
Yun Yan at the side giggled in agreement. He was Feng Qingling's loyal follower, and had chased after Feng Qingling for many years. Although Feng Qingling spoke harshly to him, he was willing to endure it and always followed by her side.
Yun Yan's facial features were handsome, and his eyes carried a bit of demonic charm, making him especially attractive to women.
The conversation between the two also made Qing Luan at the side feel somewhat awkward. Back in the East Pole, Gao Zhengyang had done a few major things. She saw Gao Zhengyang kill Divine Lord Xiang ShiYang with her own eyes.
The Dragon Emperor's Halberd was cruel and domineering, and it left an extremely deep impression on Qing Luan.
But due to various reasons, that matter was jointly suppressed by all parties, and it did not spread.
Although Xiang Shiyang and Luo Tianren's deaths had far-reaching effects, the East Pole was so vast, and without channels of communication, most people did not know of Gao Zhengyang.
Even a powerful Divine Level Expert would need to accumulate his reputation over a long period of time. There were many Divine Rank experts who were unknown and unknown to the public.
Feng Qingling and Yun Yan did not even recognize all the Divine level experts in the South Pole, so it was not at all strange that they did not know of Gao Zhengyang.
Qing Luan thought for a while, but still reminded her vaguely, "This person is called Gao Zhengyang, and his martial arts are domineering and fierce, extremely tyrannical. Sister Qingling, don't underestimate him too much … "
Feng Qingling was a little surprised. Although Qing Luan was not a pure-blooded Phoenix, her cultivation was very strong. She was also the leader of Golden Jade Pavilion, and also a hero of a region. This Gao Zhengyang must have some ability for her to think so highly of him.
She asked curiously, "Have you met before?"
In order to befriend Feng Qingling, Qing Luan did not dare to hide anything, and said seriously, "Gao Zhengyang once killed a Divine Lord."
She paused, then added, "That was under the condition that both sides fought fairly!"
Feng Qingling and Yun Yan were both stunned.
The strength of a Divine level expert did not need to be mentioned. Every aspect was close to perfect, and there would not be too many flaws. Of course, Divine level experts were not invincible.
Through various means, Divine level experts also had the chance to kill Divine level experts.
But a fair fight meant that both sides would fight head-on, without any other conditions or restrictions. The fact that Gao Zhengyang could kill a Divine level expert head-on proved how strong his combat ability was!
Although Feng Qingling was confident, she did not dare to say that she could fight head-on with a Divine level expert. She did not dare to say that she could kill a Divine level expert.
She hesitated, and said, "Could this be a misrepresentation?"
"I saw it with my own eyes," Qing Luan answered seriously.
"Uh …"
Although Feng Qingling still did not believe it, if she continued asking, it would seem that she did not trust Qing Luan.
Yun Yan saw through Feng Qingling's suspicion, but he did not really believe it. He said eagerly, "He is actually so powerful, if there is a chance, I would like to learn from him."
"This person's way of doing things is tyrannical and ruthless, we had better be careful, and try not to interact with him."
Qing Luan was not so polite to Yun Yan, and directly warned him.
Yun Yan did not speak, and shrugged nonchalantly. His indifferent attitude made Qing Luan's expression somewhat ugly.
But since it was the first time they met, she could not say anything more.
Seeing Qing Luan's displeasure, Feng Qingling smiled, and said, "Sister Qing Luan, don't worry, our main goal is to explore the Taiji Sword Palace. We will definitely not cause trouble. "
She then said to Yun Yan, "You must not cause trouble."
"Understood, understood …"
Yun Yan treated Feng Qingling differently, and he agreed readily. Actually, he did not care much about Gao Zhengyang, but Ao Zhen aroused his strong interest, and his eyes kept following her.
Yun Yan was a romantic, and his favorite was to make friends with beauties of various races. It was precisely because he could not take down Feng Qingling that he chased after her relentlessly. But this did not stop him from flirting with other beauties at the same time.
Judging from his judgment of beauties, Ao Zhen could not be considered stunning, but her heroic spirit was pressing, and she also had a temperament that was as calm as water. Valiance and calmness were two completely opposite qualities, but they were ingeniously combined on her, which also gave Ao Zhen an extraordinary quality.
Seriously speaking, although her facial features were slightly inferior to Feng Qingling, her temperament was slightly better. The two beauties could be said to be evenly matched.
Looking at Ao Zhen and Gao Zhengyang's posture, the two were clearly close, but not intimate enough. Judging from Yun Yan's many years of experience, the two were more than friends, but they had not slept together.
This made Yun Yan feel slightly regretful, he preferred to conquer other people's women. Only then would there be a sense of accomplishment, and there would be a different taste when he played.
Ao Zhen also sensed Yun Yan's gaze, and with a glance, she knew his nature and thoughts. She could not be bothered to be angry at this kind of trash. Her gaze turned and landed on Feng Qingling.
The other party's phoenix race bloodline was so pure, she was obviously a high-tier pure-blood phoenix race.
Since the first era, the dragon race and the phoenix race had always been neck and neck, and it was hard to tell which was better. The relationship between the two parties was also very subtle, although they were generally considered friends, there were many confrontations. But at critical moments, they could work together.
Ao Zhen had lived for so long, and it was her first time seeing a pure-blood phoenix race. She was also a little curious about Feng Qingling.
Feng Qingling nodded and smiled at Ao Zhen from afar, appearing very friendly.
Ao Zhen also nodded faintly. The other party's smile was filled with arrogance that could not be erased, and the meaning was complicated and profound. This was not a friendly attitude at all.
Ao Zhen did not lack friends, and she had no interest in being friends with such a self-righteous person.
"That woman's smile is very lustful!"
Gao Zhengyang came over, and he smiled and whispered into Ao Zhen's ear.
"Yes, it is very lustful, you go ahead."
Ao Zhen replied faintly.
"Got it, I promise to complete the mission!"
Gao Zhengyang imitated the style of an American general in the movies, and his finger made a gesture on his forehead.
The two of them did not purposely hold back their conversation, and Yue Tianpeng heard it clearly at the side, but he did not seem to hear it, and said with a smile, "Time's up, after activating the formation, everyone will be transferred to the entrance of the Taiji Sword Palace, I wish the two of you good luck …"
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