Lao Niu can clearly feel the spatial energy radiating from that light. Although I have seen Ning Beichen's ability before, this time it is obviously very different from the previous one.

　　 Although it doesn't seem so shocking, the energy contained in it is too terrifying. How many channels of the world can this be created?

　　 Ning Beichen had no time to answer him, and kept staring at the light, for fear of something wrong. .

Chapter 371:

　　 The 369th chapter group members arrive

The white light gradually expanded, gradually enclosing everything around it. At first, it was blocked by the hall. Everyone had not noticed this vision, but gradually, as the white light expanded, everyone noticed the path behind the hall. Light.

"what happened?"

　　 The people who came to celebrate before entering the hall looked at that way together~ Bai Guang asked.

　　 The sudden appearance of this vision caused a commotion among the crowd, and I didn't understand what the Heavenly Holy Land was-what was going to do.

"Forehead....."

　　Mo Yandao and Yun Taichong, who were in charge of welcoming the guests, both looked confused and didn't know how to explain it. After all, they didn't know what was going on.

　　 "Don't panic, everyone, it's a vision created by Emperor Ning Beichen, Ning Xian, inviting some guests from far away."

　　Mo Cangqiong explained loudly even if he walked out.

　　 "Oh! Emperor Ning Xian! That's all right."

　　 "Such a vision, it really deserves to be the work of Emperor Ning Xian!"

　　 "It turned out to be the ghost of Boy Ning!"

　　. . . . . .

　　 Everyone began to involuntarily turn on the flattering mode.

　　 Although I don't know what role Ning Beichen invited the guest, and he still has to make such a big battle, I can understand by looking at the group of guests around.

They are all characters with heads and faces. The most inferior sect also has the existence of several immortal kings. Compared with the holy land, there is only one immortal emperor. This can only be ranked at the bottom, even the kind that can't even enter the hall. .

　　 However, they really want to be worse. In terms of strength, the group members add up, and the power is not as strong as any of the visiting sects, but they can't hold back the group members' big backgrounds!

　　 Everyone represents a world, and behind the chat group are the real heavens and worlds, which is incomparable to any sect in this world.

　　 After a while, the white light gradually dissipated, and all the group members were summoned to the back of the main hall.

　　 I haven't had an offline party for a long time, and many people haven't actually met each other. This time, it was fulfilled.

　　 However, the styles of each group member are so different that it seems very abrupt at first glance.

　　Some are not human, some are dead in themselves, some are in the style of a knight in Europe and the United States, and some are in a comic style of a girl in love. In short, each one is different, and the style of painting is very different.

　　 "Wow! There are so many magic elements here! Is this the world of the group leader Sama?"

　　 A round sky-blue spherical creature on the ground bounced and said, it looked like a large blue translucent water ball, and the sound was like a child, very cute.

　　 "Limuru."

　　 Kang Na ran over, picked up Lim, who was about the same size as her head, in her arms, and started to pan it.

　　 "The energy of the group leader Sama is indeed abundant here."

On the side, the Bone King with a gloomy atmosphere all over the body proudly, flying squirrel said, he can feel the energy here compared with his own world, the gap is not generally big, if his world energy is like a pool of kings Yang, the energy here is like a universe. Not only that, but the huge gap in quality is even harder to make up. If you practice here, you will surely get twice the result with half the effort.

　　 "I have to say that seeing the true face of the Bone King in person is really stressful!"

　　 Dagu couldn't help sighing, the dark power emanating from the flying squirrel made him very uncomfortable, but this was also impossible.

"Hey-hey."

　　 Flying Squirrel's scrawny hand scratched his bald forehead and smiled embarrassedly.

　　 "The leader of the group."

　　Su Xiaoyu wore a red robe, and said, if it weren't for holding a long sword around his waist, this dress looks like a little more wedding dress.

　　"Yo(＾Ｕ＾)ノ~ＹＯ"

　　 Ning Beichen smiled and said hello.

　　 Su Xiaoyu: That’s it? Gone! ? The old lady dressed up specially like this! ε=ε=ε=(#д)

　　 Brother Kill is still that cheap armor, but the strength is not the same, and it is difficult for him to have anything suitable in his world that can create useful armor for him.

　　 Ning Beichen glanced, Mizumon, Sol, Saitama, Zhang Sanfeng, Lin Jiu, all the members of the group are all here.

　　 "Let's go, take you to the meal."

　　 Ning Beichen said.

　　 "Dry rice!?"

As soon as they heard these two words, the eyes of Kang Na and Chi Tong suddenly lit up, and Limru, who was held in her arms by Kang Na, suddenly felt the tightness of her two short hands and strangled him. Out of breath.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Ning Beichen rubbed Conna's little head, took her little hand and said with a smile.

　　 Masaka! ? Is the leader of the group lo*ic*n? ?

········ Ask for flowers·······

　　 Su Xiaoyu bit her teeth and thought unwillingly.

Hey-hey.

　　 Gu Xun'er and Nan Xiaoniao have been observing Su Xiaoyu's face. Seeing her slumped, they suddenly feel relieved.

"Humph!"

　　 glanced at the two people who were snickering, Su Xiaoyu snorted, ran to Ning Beichen's side, and hugged his other arm very strongly.

"Forehead......"

　　 Ning Beichen stopped with a dazed expression on his face, and looked at his arms as he tried to break free. He tried slightly hard, but didn't pull it out.

　　 Then, he saw Su Xiaoyu's expression.

　　 With teary eyes, two big eyes looked at him pitifully, "If you dare to take your hand away, I will cry for you." . . . .

...................

　　 You are great. . .

　　 Ning Beichen's helpless expression was lost to her.

　　 In this way, the background is like a family of three. Ning Beichen and the three walked in the forefront, leading the other group members into the hall through the back door.

　　 Really, walk through the back door.

　　 Damn it!

　　 Gu Xun'er, Nan Xiaoniao, and a very good Yakumo Purple heart that hadn't spoken were all in a frantic roar.

　　 I didn't expect a big idea to let Su Xiaoyu succeed so easily!

　　 Don't talk about martial ethics, don't talk about martial ethics!

　　 Mo Cangqiong had been waiting in the hall for a long time, and when he saw Ning Beichen walking in with a bunch of strange-looking guys, he also guessed that these were the subordinates of Ning Beichen in the ten thousand realms.

　　The members of the group also saw the old man in front of him, and at first glance, he was an ordinary old man, ordinary to no longer ordinary, and he did not have the breath of a strong person.

but. . . . .

　　 Saitama and Zhang Sanfeng, the strongest here, clearly felt the invisible pressure on Mo Cangqiong.

　　 was placed in front of them like an insurmountable mountain, and the majestic feeling made them dare not take a breath.

　　 "Oh? These two little guys."

　　 Mo Cangqiong also felt the changes in Saitama and Zhang Sanfeng, and said somewhat unexpectedly.

　　 Even if Zhang Sanfeng is older than Mo Cangqiong, the two of them are really children in front of Mo Cangqiong, and they may not even be considered as children.

　　 Really need to be calculated proportionally, they may be equivalent to a fertilized egg. . . . . begging.

Chapter 372:

Mo Cangqiong could tell at a glance that one of the two immortal kings in front of him was only a hundred years old, and the other was only a few decades old. If placed in this world, Tianzong Wizard would not be enough to describe it, although on the surface Mo Cangqiong didn't say anything, but he was shocked and shocked.

　　 These are all the gods from where I found them! ?

　　 Mo Cangqiong gave Ning Beichen a look.

　　 Ning Beichen shrugged helplessly.

　　 "ε=(ο｀*))) alas..."

　　 Seeing Mo Cangqiong inexplicably, everyone sighed, and they didn't understand what he meant.

　　 Why sigh?

　　 If it's not too late now, if it's early, give him time to train these people slowly, maybe he will be able to cultivate one or two immortality.

　　 This is why Mo Cangqiong sighed.

but. . . .

　　 If Immortality were really so easy to reach, how could Ning Beichen and him have been out for a million years?

　　 The enlightenment of the chat group is very awesome, but it is enlightenment, and it is not exalted. No one can guarantee that you will be immortal.

　　If that's the case, wouldn't it be possible for anyone to do it alone? Why should the chat group look for Shangning Beichen?

　　 You need to know that Ning Beichen was only the saint son of a holy land at the beginning, but the strength of Tier 9 is everywhere, and Mo Cangqiong is among them.

　　Ke chat group did not choose them.

　　 There are so many geniuses in the heavens and worlds, but he chose Ning Beichen, which is enough to show that he is unique.

　　 achievement of immortality is also inevitable.

　　 "Master..."

　　 Ning Beichen reminded him speechlessly, what's wrong with people standing here stupidly? The key is. . . . .

　　 What kind of trouble is your old sad little eyes Σ(っД;)っ! ? My disciple, I'm really not good at being a man (((;;)))!

"You are?"

　　 Mo Cang Qiong gave Ning Beichen a white look, and looked at the pretty girl who was holding Ning Beichen's arm tightly. For some reason, he always felt that the breath of this girl was very familiar.

　　 "Hello, I'm the base of the host."

　　 Su Xiaoyu saw Mo Cangqiong asking about herself, and quickly released the hands holding Ning Beichen's arms, straightened the ends of her hair, and introduced herself in a gentle and graceful manner.

　　 "Benefits?"

　　 Mo Cangqiong raised his brows and looked at Ning Beichen.

　　 I am not, I am not, don’t talk nonsense!

　　 Ning Beichen returned a look that denied Sanlian, and silently took a step back.

　　 "Where did the little wave hoof come from! Also worthy of a self-proclaimed senior brother!?"

　　 A crisp and loud voice sounded, Su Xiaoyu's face instantly collapsed, and Meimu looked at it with murderous intent.

　　 "Teacher... Junior sister?"

　　 Ning Beichen instantly heard who the owner of this voice was. Although he hadn't heard it for a long time, the voice couldn't be more familiar to him.

　　Mo Qingcheng, the son of Mo Yandao, the younger sister of Ning Beichen, has been in retreat and hitting the seventh step, which is the realm of Xuanxian, but he didn't expect to enter the customs today?

　　 "Brother~"

　　 I saw it, a figure rushed toward Ning Beichen's arms with a fragrant wind at a speed of thunder and eagerness to cover his ears.

but. . . . . .

　　 was stopped by Su Xiaoyu's sword in an instant.