The geese rode back on the white horse and looked up at the sky. The weather in winter is not like the thunderstorm in summer. It changes at any time. It has been sunny recently. His smile slightly restrained, and there was a hint of solemn atmosphere in the air.

Nian Jinshu also felt the changes in the weather while sitting in the sedan chair.

It was originally a sunny sky, warm sun, but now the sun is covered with dark clouds, the entire town becomes dark, as if there is a thunderstorm day. Thousands of immortal cultivators who stayed in the town will not naively think that the weather has changed.

The demons really want to attack the Western Continent.

The sect leaders of the major immortal sects have dispersed their defenses according to the plan. There are still dozens of people left in the auditorium. Feng Huanlin and others are all in the auditorium, and several major sect leaders of the Immortal Sect who are affiliated with the Immortal Sect are all there.

The sect leaders looked solemn than the other.

The sedan chair was parked in front of the auditorium, and the geese pulled off the horse. According to custom, three arrows were picked up by the door. The groom wanted to shoot three arrows into the door of the sedan chair. The arrow was a wooden arrow, which had no lethality. It shot on the copper plate of the sedan chair. Three arrows were heard in a row. The copper plate sounded three times. A female cultivator opened the door of the sedan chair and said with a smile, "The bride got out of the sedan chair."

Yan Hui stretched out his hand, and Nian Jinshu recognized his hand at a glance, with slender and straight fingers, which was very beautiful. She put it on his hand virtually. Yan Hui held her tightly, her palm warm, giving her full peace.

It seemed as if a geese were coming back, everything was so stable.

"Don't be afraid, I'm there."

If Xue Yongye comes today, he will definitely come and go without returning!

Yan Hui led the Nian brocade, stepped over the brazier and entered the auditorium.

In the auditorium, there was no high hall for Yan Hui, and Ling Xiao was not right to pay New Year's greetings, so he simply placed a tablet. This is the meaning of Nian Jinshu. It was unlucky to place tablets in the auditorium, and Feng Huanlin and Nian Lingxiao tried their best to stop it, but Nian Jinshu didn't mind, and this was also the wish of Mrs. Yan and the Lord of Yanmen. They must want to see Yan Hui get married.

On the city defense wall, Nian Junyao stood coldly, and the resurrection bell had already flown in front of the ice wall. There seemed to be no movement inside the ice wall.

The ice wall is one kilometer away from the city defense. Many monks are on the city defense and stare at the ice wall. Some people are very optimistic, "Young Master, maybe the demons will not attack today."

"No, they will definitely come!"

Anyone who knows Xue Yongye knows that he will definitely come.

Xue Yongye is arrogant, paranoid, and conceited.

Although he knew that the Xizhou continent was deploying defenses, he didn't seem to take them seriously.

The real body of the Resurrection Bell floated over the ice wall. Suddenly, the mist rose at this kilometer and gradually turned into thick fog. The vision was very limited. People flying with swords could not get close to that kilometer, but could only be one kilometer away and could not see clearly the situation of the ice wall.

But the Resurrection Bell could see clearly.

The talisman on the ice wall slowly fell off due to the burning of Xuanming Fire. The golden talisman, like the fallen leaves of the autumn wind, gradually faded and burned.

Nian Junyao could not see the ice wall. Suddenly, the sound of the resurrection bell resounded throughout the world, and the ringtone was both urgent and fierce.

"Everyone is ready for the battle!" Nian Junyao narrowed his eyes and stared at the ice wall that was looming in the thick fog. As the talisman fell, the ice wall also collapsed.

In the auditorium.

"Worship the heaven and earth!" the master shouted.

Nian Jinshu and Yanhui stood side by side and worshiped the world. When they were waiting for a small horn appeared on their veil. Nian Jinshu turned his head slightly and threw a charming look at Yanhui. It was both naughty and charming.

The geese return, "..."

"Two visits to the high hall!"

The two of them turned around and worshiped the high hall again.

When the two were about to worship the high hall, the spiritual card suddenly fell to the ground. The originally lively auditorium was silent in an instant. The spiritual card was stable on the high hall. How could it fall?

The host frowned, and the sect leader of the Immortal Sect was attached to the night of the night and pressed his sword on the hilt.

A male cultivator came over and picked up the spirit card and was about to put it on. The whole auditorium suddenly became dark. Nian Jinshu immediately lifted the veil, and Fangfei was in his hand.

In the auditorium, a black mist rose from the ground and gradually condensed into a soul, a familiar face between Nian Jinshu and Yan Hui.

Chu Yingge giggled, "Sister, long time no see!"
Chapter completed!