"The meeting of patriarchs is convened again."

The deep voice of the clan leader echoed in the ears of the clan leaders at the same time.

Looking at the clan leaders leaving in a hurry, Wang Mang also stood there at a loss.

Soon, the confusion in Wang Mang's eyes was replaced by cold indifference.

I have faced this kind of situation too often.

The nine abyss tribes back then, the Qiling tribe now...

Who is that adult?

Is he the true ruler of the Qiling Clan?

Suddenly, Wang Mang thought of many things.

In the end, Wang Mang also chuckled and made a decision in his heart to deal with it.

When you are in doubt, put the coffin in the coffin!

Who dares to make mistakes in front of the coffin?

Although Wang Mang is not very clear about the origin of the ninth generation bronze coffin.

But if it really comes to that point, who cares?

In fact, Wang Mang already had a bold guess in his mind.

But every time this idea is about to come out, I feel like something unknown is blocking the birth of this idea.

This also made Wang Mang scratch his head and ears.

What exactly is the situation.

Black mist will gush out of the bronze coffin of the ninth generation, and there was also black mist in his body.

Today's sudden black mist and riotous devouring avenue.

It's hard not to think of something in this.

But why?

For a moment, Wang Mang felt as if his mind was full of confusion.

The originally orderly thoughts suddenly disappeared.

This situation also made Wang Mang crazy.

At this time, several young patriarchs not far away looked at Wang Mang who was behaving strangely and were confused.

Why did the clan leaders suddenly hold a meeting?

Just now, the seven patriarchs gave a few simple instructions to the young patriarchs and then left in a hurry.

This made all the young patriarchs confused.

Not knowing why, they could only wait where they were.

…

As time goes by, the time of a few sticks of incense has passed quickly.

Beside the arena in the first clan, the young clan leaders are still waiting for the return of the clan leaders.

"This clan elders' meeting lasted longer than ever before."

Seeing that several clan leaders had not returned yet, Lin Yi said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, a young patriarch on the side also echoed:

"Yeah, I don't know if something unexpected happened again."

"Speaking of Lin Yi, what was the competition between you and that person like?"

The young patriarch also asked curiously, after all, the Devouring Avenue had already wrapped up the entire arena.

Coupled with the Daoyun barrier jointly cast by several clan leaders, they could not see the situation clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding young patriarchs also looked at Lin Yi.

In this situation, everyone is a little curious about what happened at that time.

Why did the seventh young patriarch fall to the ground, and what was happening with that black mist?

There were also Lin Yi's shouts and Wang Mang's roar.

All these deeds made them think a lot.

Now that the real owner was in front of him, he naturally asked directly.

After hearing this, Lin Dun smiled bitterly.

To be honest, the scene he saw in the fantasy world was the last thing he wanted to recall.

Facing that extremely weird ‘darkness’, I’m afraid no one can face it calmly.

Facing everyone's gaze, Lin Yiman said with palpitations:

"I don't know either. The situation at that time was the illusion that I pulled the Seventh Young Master into."

"Then he stopped moving, and then..."

After saying this, Lin Yi swallowed his saliva and continued:

"Then the seventh young patriarch fell to the ground."

"And that's all."

Apparently he deliberately concealed what he had seen and heard in the illusion before.

After all, such a thing is too unbelievable.

Illusionary objects can actually directly interfere with reality.

After hearing Lin Yi's words, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on the faces of the young patriarchs.

Is it that simple?

Seeing everyone's suspicious looks, Lin Yi also smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."

Seeing that the expression on Lin Yi's face didn't look like he was faking it, several young patriarchs also believed it.

"Could it be that the seventh young patriarch failed to withstand your magical power of illusion and then passed out?"

The second young clan leader, whose breath was a little floating at the side, guessed.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the approval of others:

"It's not impossible."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of something simple?"

"Lin Yi's strength has improved again."

…

Seeing that everyone misunderstood what he meant, Lin Yi quickly said:

"Don't get me wrong, that is an existence that has awakened the special extreme state of Yuan Shen."

"No matter how powerful the magical power of the illusion is, it is of no great use when facing a strong person who has entered the special extreme state of Yuan Shen."

"I don't know why he fell, but it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Lin Yi say this, the puzzled looks on the faces of the young clan leaders became even more intense.

Lin kept staring at Wang Mang and said nonchalantly:

"I have to say that the new Seventh Young Master is indeed powerful."

"Compared with the previous Seven Young Patriarch, his strength is definitely more than that of the previous Seventh Young Master, and may even be slightly better."

As soon as these words came out, there was a hissing sound all around.

…

At this time, on the stage.

Wang Mang sat cross-legged on the ground and glanced around as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the young patriarchs who didn't know what they were discussing, Wang Mang also pricked up his ears and listened.

After hearing them talking about him, Wang Mang's face suddenly darkened.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in Wang Mang's mind:

[Ding! The current situation of the host has been detected! Give the host the following task options! 】

[Task No. 1: Kill a young patriarch!]

[Task time: You will get it after completing it!]
To be continued...