Chapter 402 Opening Ceremony (Happy New Year to Everyone) There are several fetal membranes in the world outside the human world and the starry sky, and several planes of different sizes have plunged in. In the interface, teams are arranged in groups, with high-level monks as generals and low-level monks as soldiers, to form war formations. As soon as they landed, the top Mahayana monks of the tribe who were hidden in the void above the formation discovered the peculiarities of the human world through star charts or other means. Big! Bigger than the spirit world. So, I started to make some calculations unconsciously. "My goodness, is this the human world? Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao hid themselves well enough." "This world belongs to my True Dragon Clan." "Hehehe, the human race!" As for how the natives of the human world would react? How can the weak react? In this chaos, the weak are trampled underfoot.

Just as they were about to charge into the human world, the stone pillar of the Mahayana Ceremony Invitation Letter, which everyone had ignored, shone brightly and quickly swept across the world. Then he swept away the Mahayana monks. During this process, they themselves did not react at all. Since Mahayana monks have a high status and often do not have direct contact with monks of lower realms, no tribe actually noticed that their pillar had disappeared. . . . Three months later, several figures were seen riding on clouds in the sky above Xutianzhu. Sometimes they are arranged in a straight line, sometimes they are in chaos. After a while, one of the clouds came to the back, and Wu Jiuzhi on top of it deliberately put his hands behind his back, with fluttering clothes, trying to look like an immortal. Taking advantage of this gap, the divine consciousness sent a message to Han Li. "Xiao Han, look at this cloud. It's not only fast, but also very fairy-like. Does it look like the fairy described in the mortal storybook?" Han Li raised his eyebrows and did not respond steadily. Instead, Hu Pinggu looked between the two of them, covered her mouth and laughed, jokingly saying, "This Mahayana ceremony will be spread to all parts of the human world through the Star Palace. Wu Jiuzhi, you should learn from Xiao Han and be more steady." As soon as he finished speaking, the others burst into laughter. In response to this, Wu Jiuzhi not only did not behave well, but became even more arrogant. In his opinion, participating in the Mahayana Ceremony is an opportunity that many people would love to have, so if he doesn't show off, wouldn't it be a waste of his trip? After a moment, a floating island appeared faintly in the sky. That is where the Mahayana ceremony was held. Only then did everyone stop fighting. The clouds crossed the sky and headed towards the floating island, leaving a trail of bright light behind them. The fairyland scene of colorful streaks of light streaking across the sky appeared on all sides of the floating island. Such a magnificent scene should have caused many exclamations, but... At this time, the people in front of the hanging pictures in the star palaces across the human world just glanced at them for a few times and then looked away, looking at the floating island in the clouds in the center. The floating island was not big, only tens of thousands of feet in radius. But even this small area was completely occupied by a lake. The lake is filled with countless green and pink lotuses and rockery, on which are built countless white jade pavilions, connected by winding corridors. The gaps between them are clear with mist, just like a fairyland.

To the north of the lake, there is a huge palace facing south, supported by pillars that reach the sky. At the end of the palace are ninety-nine white jade steps, on top of which is a long platform with golden railings, on which are placed twenty-five desks, cushions and cushions. There is a row of tables on the left and right sides of the platform, on which are placed fine wines, delicacies, spiritual fruits and snacks. Its spiritual light flickers, and even if you watch it through the screen, you can feel the huge spiritual energy it is filled with. Even the beautiful jade wine jug is a top-notch magic weapon. Regal, fairy-like, extravagant and low-key. Any words can be used to describe it, but no words can describe it all. After seeing this scene, countless people couldn't help but choke on their words, and quietly set a goal in their hearts: it would be enough to be able to participate in a Mahayana ceremony once in this life. The two people sitting at the end of the left row at this moment also had the same idea. The old man at the top had kind eyes and gentle brows, with ears hanging down to his shoulders. He was none other than Mo Jianli, a Mahayana cultivator from the human race in the spiritual world. Below him sat a thirty-year-old man in a silver robe, with long black hair falling to his waist and a constant smile on his face. He was none other than Ao Xiao, a Mahayana monk from the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf family. However, his smile was a little restrained at this moment. The new Mahayana monk of the human race, Li Xunhuan? Mahayana ceremony? I do not know. I was just in seclusion, and then with a whoosh, my eyes closed and opened, and I appeared here. Not a bit of defense! The tip of his ear twitched slightly, and several streaks of light fell at the palace gate, transforming into several monks, who sat in front of them in order. He raised his eyes quietly to observe, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. Become a god? Is a mere deity worthy of participating in Mahayana ceremonies? He doesn't understand again. Confused, he inadvertently looked up at the first person he knew, Mo Jianli, and saw that he looked like he was just an ordinary person. He was moved and asked, "Mo Laogui, what's going on?" Mo Jianli heard this, his eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth widened, but then he suppressed it, waved his hand, and explained casually, "Nothing much, just a few new Mahayana monks emerged from the human race, so we just held a ceremony." "that's it?" "that's it." Ao Xiao frowned, a strange feeling lingering in his heart. This matter is by no means as simple as Old Ghost Mo said. Time passed little by little.

The desk on the left was full of people, but strangely, the desk on the right was empty starting from the first seat, which was puzzling. It was the first ray of sunlight in the early morning when it shone from the horizon. Figures appeared and disappeared behind the desk on the right, and finally turned into real bodies. The chief seat looks like an ordinary human, but he is covered in jewels and precious stones. The second row has two dragon horns protruding from the forehead. The third one was dressed in colorful clothes, with a fiery red diamond-shaped crystal engraved on the center of her forehead. She looked like a fairy and had an elegant and noble temperament. The fourth one was dressed in a black Yama robe and had a ferocious face. The ninth one is an old man with a hooked nose and a dove-like face, with two crows standing on his shoulders. The thirty-second one is a middle-aged man with light golden skin, deep eye sockets and emerald green eyes. The 107th one is a big man with a square face, dressed simply and with a bold temperament. The one hundred and eighth one is like a shadow, his face seems to be covered and cannot be seen clearly. As soon as these 108 people appeared, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. This is because their cultivation has all reached the Mahayana realm! Facing the gazes of the crowd, the eyes of the 108 people moved slightly, and then they immediately stood still, suppressing the unspeakable surprise in their eyes. I had many guesses in my mind, but I finally chose to wait and see. At this moment, the last desk on the right flew outwards, and its shadows turned into thousands on the way, landing on the edge of the island, forming several columns and vertical rows. When the desk was settled, a ray of light suddenly appeared and illuminated the back of the desk. Immediately, tens of thousands of white clouds emerged, and above the white clouds, countless human figures stood in groups of three or five. When they were counted, there were more than ten thousand. Judging from their cultivation, they are all at the Mahayana realm. When these people gradually came to their senses and looked around, they found that the world had changed and they were in an unknown place. Their faces changed drastically and their pupils trembled. He barely suppressed his fear, and found the tribe in the hall, and even the sky-supporting jade pillars of the interface. His face turned pale, and he finally couldn't control himself and exclaimed in a low voice, "I am not wrong, right!" "What race in what world can achieve this!" (End of this chapter)