MTL - Dragon Inside-v7 Chapter 961 The event begins

In the sky of the ancient city, in the misty sea, a magnificent, seemingly extraordinary sky is looming. Within the scorpio, there is a flash of light, and occasionally there is a horrible pressure to spread, so that many of the monks in the bottom of the sky are shaking.

That piece of heaven is the place where the event is held!

As the time of the event is approaching, more and more monks are flying towards the sky, and those who can step into the scorpio are the heads of the family, or the predecessors. There are even some ancestral monks, even those who are the weakest, have the peak of the road, and if not, they are not qualified to step into the scorpio.

"clang……"

A long ring of bells echoed from the scorpio and spread throughout the ancient city. Many monks raised their heads and looked toward the sky, with tension and anticipation. Even those who are scattered, there is a trace of tension at the moment, after all, this meeting will determine the fate of the entire West China!

Within the scorpio, many monks from the West Wilderness were sitting in a ring, everyone was looking dignified, making the atmosphere in this scorpion inexplicably tense.

In the center of the temple, there are five tribes in the middle of the ranks. They are the five large tribes in the West, and the strength is second only to the three tribes of the refining spirit. Even the Hanshan tribe is awesome. In it.

On the left side of the Hanshan tribe, a group of monks dressed in white animal costumes, in front of the group of monks, is sitting on a sleepy old man, his appearance is very old, his hair is very sparse, as if it is a The old man who is going to be buried in the earth, but the repairs that he exudes on his body, are far more common than the ordinary monks, but the mid-term fluctuations of the Taoist ancestors!

"Cold friends, I am afraid that this event will be somewhat unfair." After the turbid eyes swept through the hall of the day, the old man was sleepy.

"The heart of Bai Daoyou should be clear that this grand event is coming to our five large tribes, and naturally it will not be peaceful."

At the forefront of the Hanshan tribe, the cold robes of a white robe whispered openly, and the look on his face was as usual. He did not show the exhaustion of the color because of the original war. Instead, there was a faint ecstasy, and he did not know when. It also broke through and entered the middle of the Tao.

On the left hand side of Han Chengdao, sitting on the cold sect of the serious look, although he is nominally the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe, this situation is not what he is able to cope with.

In the side of Han Zong's side, it was a cold-blooded girl with a long white dress. Her pretty face was dim, as if there was a worry that could not be opened.

It seems that I was aware of what happened. The cold linger looked up and looked across. It was in the group of monks who saw Ni Hong, who looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing the cold Linger looking at himself, Ni Hong first glanced at him. Even if he lowered his head, he did not know what to think about, and his face had a complex look.

"The little girl of the Hanshan tribe has even stepped into the quasi-track. It seems that within the fairy palace, her creation is not worse than that of the red child."

Next to Ni Hong’s side, a red-haired old man sat on the plate and his eyes swept over the body of the cold child. Some surprised said.

"Hey, she just relied on her own color and got to know a good one. If it wasn't for her, she would have the current cultivation." Ni Hong's mouth snorted, and some sour and empty.

"Where did you get what made you red, you broke through to the prospective path in such a short period of time. Although it is good to improve, but you can't take some tricks, otherwise it will only leave hidden dangers."

The red-haired old man’s look was concerned, and his face looked lovingly at Ni Hong, and he couldn’t help but swear.

"Do not worry, grandfather, red children have their own ideas."

Ni Hong nodded, but did not say anything about her in the fairy palace.

The red-haired old man saw it, and his heart was a slight sigh. How can he not see his vision? Since the Xian Palace and his party, Ni Hong seems to have changed into a person, and the whole person's temperament has changed, which makes his heart worry.

At the moment when I was about to speak, I suddenly looked at the entrance and looked at the entrance to the main hall.

In fact, not only was he aware of it, but almost all the ancestors of the place were inductive, and their eyes gathered at the entrance.

Under the eyes of the people, a group of monks came out from the entrance of the main hall. These monks were powerful and seemed to be the people in the upper position. They looked disdainful to the eyes of the people. The old man, without exception, has a wave of ancestor-level volatility, and it is an eight-dimensional monk!

"It's not the three spirits of refining the spirit, but there are eight Taoist monks in the heavens, and it really has a solid foundation!"

I saw the eight old men stepping forward, and the many monks in the hall were all dignified. Even the ancestors of the five large tribes, all of them had their eyes closed, and the look on their faces changed.

You know, even if they are among the quasi-royal tribes, the most are only one or two Taoist monks. But this is the three spirits of the three spirits, and it’s such a terrible hand. Do not let everyone feel shocked.

More importantly, among the eight old people, the three of them are in the forefront. The pressure exerted by these three people far exceeds that of ordinary Taoist monks. There will be fluctuations!

Among the three people, there is an old man wearing a silver robe robes, and it is the ancestors of the spirits.

I don’t know what the ancestors of the sacred ancestors had in the immortal palace. The atmosphere of the whole person is even stronger than before. It seems that half of the feet will have to step into the late stage of the heavens, even the one that borrows the spirit. The ancestors of the mid-term of the heavens also converge on the power, and faintly respect him.

"Dome friends, don't come innocent."

After the people of the three spirits sat down on the top of the main hall, the sacred ancestors immediately got up and held fists at the crowd, and said with a smile.

"To call us today is for the common destiny of our entire Western Worship, and I hope that everyone can be open and honest, and freely express their wishes to jointly contribute to the future of the West China."

The voice of the sacred ancestors fell, and a smirk suddenly sounded in the hall, and the laughter echoed. A heroic young man was already in the hall.

"This prince is late, I hope you don't mind."

The youth's look is indifferent, even under the eyes of many Taoist-level monks, it still does not change color, it is the prince of the Western Queen!