Chapter 278：

In such a long time, it is impossible to judge when the body of the Holy King was lost.

"Ancestor..."

After Chen Qingyu thought for a moment, he said in a low voice;

"At present, the body of the Holy King disappeared for no reason, there are only two possibilities!"

"Or, the ancestor, King Chen Liusheng, was suspended in suspended animation. After being buried, he got out on his own. I don't know where he went."

"Either... the body of the Holy King was really stolen, and it was concealed from our Chen family!"

When Jiuzu heard his words, his face became solemn, and he said solemnly:

"Number one, it's unlikely."

"Why does King Chenliu want to fake death? It doesn't make sense at all. It doesn't make any sense for him to do so."

"As for the second possibility..."

Speaking, he hesitated for a while, and then subconsciously lowered his voice:

"On the desolate land today, if someone could steal the Holy King's body silently, and also blind the perception of Wanxing Huntian Clock... I'm afraid there is only that one."

that one?

Chen Qingyu's expression changed, and he immediately guessed who Jiuzu was talking about - Emperor Yuan!

Only if Emperor Yuan did it himself, could it be possible to steal the body of the Holy King without disturbing anyone, and also blinded Chen's perception.

But that's even more unlikely.

Emperor Yuan is the esteemed emperor of the quasi emperor. Even if the ancient kings are resurrected together and join forces with each other, they are not his opponents.

What did he do by stealing the remains of King Chenliu?

This is of no use to him!

And the dignified and supreme being of all races, would they do such a thing?

"That's really weird..."

Chen Qingyu frowned deeply and muttered to himself:

"It's not the hands of Yan Shenggong, nor is it that King Chenliu has suspended his own death, and it is not Emperor Yuan... Who is that?"

"It's impossible, the holy king's body evaporated out of thin air, or maybe he was resurrected and ran away... Wait!"

He suddenly realized something, and his face changed:

"resurrection?!"

"Could it be that…"

Jiuzu guessed what he was thinking, and immediately waved his hand to interrupt his guess:

"It's impossible!"

"If the corpse of the Holy King really turned into a corpse demon because of a very small chance of the intersection of Qi and machine, then the ancestors of the previous generation and I will definitely feel it."

"Even, before he sat down, Saint King Chenliu thought about this himself and left behind a precautionary measure."

"In case his corpse really turns into a corpse demon, before the transformation is completed, the master of the 'Wanxing Huntian Bell' will be alerted to destroy it."

after listening to him;

In Chen Qingyu's heart, more confusion emerged:

"Then all possibilities are blocked, what is the truth?"

"Ok…"

Jiuzu pondered for a while, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Actually there is another possibility..."

"Oh?"

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, his expression changed immediately, and he subconsciously wanted to ask.

But right now:

The world in front of him suddenly became bleak, and endless, indescribable rays of light rose out, dyeing everything in gray.

It was as if the whole world had changed from a colorful oil painting to an old photo of black and white mottled.

Heaven and earth are stagnant, and all things are frozen.

"This…"

Chen Qingyu's pupils shrank, and his heart shook violently.

Because at this moment, even Jiuzu, who was only three feet away from him, was motionless, and the expression on his face was frozen.

"How is this going?"

As soon as his subconscious thought turned, he would use his own authority to summon the great power of Taixu to come.

No matter what happened, there was nothing wrong with breaking this state first and protecting yourself and the Nine Ancestors.

But in the next moment:

"boom!"

A white beam of light crashed down from the sky high:

In the beam of light, a white-gold cardboard slowly flew down and landed in front of him.

The whole body of the Cambodian book shimmered, revealing a mysterious and respectful aura, and unfolded automatically in front of him, revealing the inner text:

"In the name of the co-lord of the barren land and the supreme emperor of all races:

Invite Chen Shaojun (Chen Qingyu) to enter the Shengyuan Small Realm with this invitation within one month to participate in the 36th Longmen Dharma Conference.

-Yuandi calendar 15663, September 17th, Yuandi Palace. "

"This?"

Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, obviously a little caught off guard.

Yuan Emperor Palace's invitation?

Ask him to go to the Longmen Dharma Conference?

Was it really said by Jiuzu? And so fast? It has only been half a month since he came to the Central Capital!

"Is this the power of Emperor Yuan?"

He subconsciously caught the platinum invitation in front of him, and looked around, revealing a dignified look.

This mighty force that was enough to make the world change, even the Nine Ancestors could not resist, and didn't even notice it.

And this is just a trace of Emperor Yuan's power.

"How could it be so coincidental...everything comes together..."

Chapter 329 A long-cherished wish that was once fulfilled after Chen Qingyu took over the platinum book:

Between heaven and earth, the strange luster flashed again, and everything regained its color, from black and white to fresh again.

The power belonging to Emperor Yuan came and disappeared suddenly.

"Ok?"

Jiuzu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to notice something vaguely, and his expression changed:

"What just happened?!"

In his feeling, it was as if his time had been shortened by a few moments.

The last moment and the next moment seemed to be cut off and could not be contacted.

"call!"

Chen Qingyu took a deep breath and said:

"It's the Yuan Emperor Palace, which sent me an invitation to go to the Longmen Dharma Conference."

As he said that, he raised his arm and showed the platinum book in his hand to Jiuzu.

"Yuandi Palace?"

Jiuzu's expression changed, he carefully looked at the white-gold book, and nodded slightly:

"Yes, it is indeed an invitation from the Yuan Emperor Palace."

"When I was young, I also received an invitation to the Longmen Fa Conference, which is exactly the same as this invitation."

Chen Qingyu heard the words, looked at Jiuzu, and asked:

"Then what is said on the invitation card, if you want to hold this card and go to Shengyuan Small Realm, how do you get there?"

Jiuzu opened his mouth and replied:

"On this invitation, there is a trace of Emperor Yuan's mighty power, which is also the talisman and certificate to enter the small world of Shengyuan."

"As long as the Cambodian holder is within the range of the Central Tianzhou, and enters Cambodia with the power of True Essence or True Astral, they will be able to open a door to a small world."

Chen Qingyu heard the words, nodded lightly, and said:

"Ancestor, I understand."

Jiuzu pondered for a while, and his eyes became quite deep:

"This time, the Dragon Gate Law Conference was held more urgently than I thought... It seems that we are running out of time."

Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment:

"Time is running out? What does that mean?"

Jiuzu shook his head slightly, but did not answer directly, but changed his words:

"Qing Yu, since the Dragon Gate Dharma Conference is about to be held, you don't need to be an overseer anymore."

"After you have dealt with the affairs here, return to the Central Capital as soon as possible. I will wait for you in the floating palace."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he nodded:

"okay, I get it."

Yuan Emperor Palace's invitation came too hastily.

The conversation between him and Jiuzu was therefore interrupted, and even the matter of the holy king's disappearance for no reason could only be put on hold for the time being.

And he can also feel:

Jiuzu obviously hid a lot of secrets and didn't tell him; this time, the Dragon Gate Dharma Conference might not be as simple as he imagined.

"boom!"

Jiuzu waved his sleeves, tore apart the space, stepped into the void and disappeared.

Chen Qingyu retracted his gaze, put away the white-gold Cambodian book, looked at the messy mountain top of Qiquan, and the many comatose figures, and sighed:

"Now, some are busy..."

...

After a moment.

Chen Qingyu used the power of true astral and the flame of the ancient golden crow to forge many bluestone bricks on the spot, and restored the destroyed tomb of the holy king as before.

Regarding the disappearance of King Chenliu's body, he decided to keep it a secret for the time being. Apart from him and Jiuzu, it is best that no one else knows about it, so as not to cause riots.

After he restored the tomb of the Holy King, he called Chen Yuanhe, Chen Zhenghong and others to the top of Qiquan Mountain, and woke up cousin Chen Qingjie and others together.

The father and son recognized each other, naturally overjoyed, Chen Zhenghong hugged his son tightly, but Chen Qingjie was a little overwhelmed.

After Chen Qingjie's narration:

It became clear to everyone that when he was patrolling outside the Central Capital, he passed out as soon as his eyes darkened, and when he woke up again, he reached the top of Qiquan Mountain.

He had no idea what was going on.

"Qing Yu."

After everyone calmed down, Chen Yuanhe thought of the scene just now, and said solemnly: