Muyan's fingers gently turned the virtual spirit ring invisible to others, and the thoughts and desires in her heart overflowed like a tide.

Xiaobao, Di Mingjue, we will be reunited as a family soon, right?

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Time passed by, and the day of the Tianmei Banquet soon arrived.

At this time, countless spiritual cultivators had already gathered above the abyss.

During the Heavenly Disaster, the abyss was devastated by the ravages of ghouls.

But after more than a year, the grass has become green, colorful and completely new.

The demons did not prepare any resting palace above the abyss.

And the facts prove that it is not necessary.

Those who can be invited to participate in the Tianmei Banquet this time, even the third-rate families, always have a few Xumi Mustard Seed magic weapons that can be transformed into temporary houses, yards, and palaces.

And even if it is really as poor as the Siqing tribe, it is still attached to a first- and second-rate sect like the Yin Yang Sect, so it will have a place to stay.

According to the invitation to the Tianmei Banquet, once noon arrives, the Qianyuan Barrier will automatically open.

At that time, these people will be able to enter the abyss.

"These guys from the demon clan are too arrogant. Who are we? They made us just wait here like this!"

Han Weijiang was so angry that he was spinning irritably in the palace transformed by Xumi Mustard Seed.

In order not to miss the Tianmei Banquet, the Han family set off early.

But after arriving here, they were not allowed to enter the abyss at all, and could only wait in this hellish place.

"What kind of thing do the demons think their princess is? Is she a piece of cake? Everyone is rushing to get it? Damn, she is just a wasteful slut who has no one but no one. Brother, what is your identity? She will marry her if she is willing to do so.

It’s time to snicker!”

Han Jiaming, who had been meditating beside him, slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "Wei Jiang, be careful, don't forget that this is already the territory of the demon clan, and the demon clan is famous for protecting its shortcomings. If you don't want our Han family,

If you can't get out of the abyss alive, you can talk nonsense at the Tianmei Banquet."

Han Weijiang's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I'm going to go outside for a walk! Qin Jiu, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you follow me!"

Han Jiaming looked at his younger brother's back as he walked out of the palace door, the dark light in his eyes flickering, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

…

Han Weijiang came out of the palace holding back his anger.

The area above the abyss is actually very large.

But there are too many sects and families who can't bear to come to participate in the Tianmei Banquet this time.

Although each family has separated areas and distances, they will not interfere with each other.

But Han Weijiang looked around and could still see many disciples of sects and families walking back and forth in front of his Sumeru mustard building.

Han Weijiang wanted to find someone to vent his anger on, but now the Han family was in decline.

And these people who can come to participate in the Tianmei Banquet are all characters he can't afford to offend.

Han Weijiang spit hard, kicked the stones under his feet, and was about to walk back angrily.

Suddenly, he saw two lonely people out of the corner of his eye.

One was a sword cultivator who was dressed in rags and covered in dust. He looked like he was no more than a Golden Immortal.

The other one was sitting directly in a wheelchair. At first glance, he looked like he was only in his twenties even if his bones were removed, and his cultivation level didn't even reach the level of Golden Immortal.

Ha, he is worried that he has no sandbags to vent his anger on!

Wouldn't this be delivered to your door?
Chapter completed!