Chapter seven hundred and seventeen the crowd surrenders
These ancestors observed for a while, each of them looked shocked and a little confused, but they still changed from half-kneeling to full-kneeling, and then they knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"This? These are...the ancestors who have been missing for a long time? Are they still alive?"
"Hiss! These ancestors have lived for tens of thousands of years, and they are still alive? The most terrifying thing is that even they have to kneel down to this man?"
"You must know that these ancestors were already at the peak of Mahayana when they became famous. Now that all these years have passed, how terrifying are they?"
"Hiss! Is this... could it be that he is really an ascended true immortal?"
Everyone was shocked, especially some big sects. They had done in-depth research on some big sects and hidden wealthy families. These big forces should be their targets.
For a moment, everyone was shocked, and the expressions of these ancestors were extremely complicated.
They are already quasi-immortals, but they have not suffered the catastrophe of ascension for many years.
For hundreds of thousands of years, no one in the Holy Wasteland has been able to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but now there is a suspected true Immortal coming to the world. How can they not be shocked by this?
For a moment, they felt uneasy, and some did not understand the purpose of this immortal.
"Everyone get up!"
Wang Tao quickly came to the front of the crowd. As soon as he lost his momentum, the hearts of everyone in the central city suddenly relaxed. Only then did the boldest people look at Wang Tao more.
It's just that these people couldn't see Wang Tao's face clearly, but they vaguely felt that this man was unusually handsome.
Of course, this was Wang Tao's deliberate move. Not only did these low-level cultivators not be able to see his own appearance, even the ancestors with high-level cultivations could not see their own faces clearly either.
Are you kidding me? Since I want to order you, how can I not maintain my strong persona?
Mystery has always been one of the factors that maintain strength. How could Wang Tao not understand? With a hazy look on his face, he scanned the crowd indifferently, then waved his hand and said.
"All Mahayana practitioners follow me."
After Wang Tao finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared and reappeared, already sitting on the dragon throne in the main hall of Tianqiong Sect.
The ancestors and some sect leaders were all shocked. If it was said before that momentum could be faked, this ability to teleport without any trace definitely confirmed Wang Tao's ability.
"It's...Master Zhenxian."
Everyone said in unison, then looked at each other for a few times, straightened their clothes, and smiled slightly at each other as a greeting.
Normally, these ancestors would always catch up with each other after not seeing each other for ten thousand years, but now there are people coming from the fairy world, and their circumstances are unknown, so no one is thinking about it.
A few people sorted out their emotions and state of mind, and then gave a few instructions to the disciples behind them before using their magical powers to arrive at the Tianqiong Sect's main hall.
These people did not dare to take the initiative to sit down, and then took the initiative to stand in two rows on both sides of the hall, just like ministers reporting state affairs in front of the emperor.
Wang Tao's expression remained unchanged, and he had no intention of inviting everyone to sit down. Everyone also acted as if nothing had happened and took it as such.
After all, they already recognized Wang Tao as a messenger from the immortal world.
"I came here because of her."
Wang Tao pointed at Se Yanran beside him, and everyone looked over in surprise.
This person was just a god, and the big bosses didn't take her seriously at all, nor did they pay attention to this person.
But now that the real immortal said it was for her, everyone was inevitably surprised and doubtful.
A true immortal for a little girl? Looking at the little girl's pretty appearance, she couldn't be...his lover, right?
The real immortal came to avenge his little lover? Shouldn't we say that this little girl's whole family was killed by the enemy?
Could it be that my sect did it? Thinking of this, the ancestors felt trembling in their hearts.
The ancestors thought suspiciously, then looked back deeply at the younger generation sect leader, looking at him with questioning eyes. The sect leader immediately lowered his eyes, and then did not dare to look into the ancestor's eyes.
"Master True Immortal... the descendants of the sect are unworthy, please forgive me Master True Immortal..."
Zhang Daoling knelt down first.
"... True immortal forgiveness."
Ren Wuji also knelt down.
"Forgive..."
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All the strong Mahayana men in the hall knelt down one after another, and then begged for mercy.
Wang Taoren was dumbfounded and looked at the people kowtowing in confusion.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Wang Tao asked funnyly.
"Yes?... No, no... You are approachable, kind and friendly, patriotic and dedicated..."
"Stop it."
Wang Tao quickly stopped. A dozen Mahayana people were desperately trying to think of idioms to compliment themselves. Some of the words made him dumbfounded.
"Everyone, get up! She is the Queen of Alien Beasts in the Land of Broken Dreams in the southeast."
"Exotic beast...oh."
As soon as everyone heard that it was a strange beast, they all looked at Wang Tao with extremely weird eyes, as if he meant something like this.
What? You don’t even let animals go?
"Hold the grass!"
Wang Tao cursed and his face suddenly darkened. How could he endure being so looked down upon?
He looked evil, and a horrifying murderous aura filled the whole place.
"Sir, do you want to atone for your sins? We...that's not what we meant."
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Everyone prostrated on the ground again, with cold sweat breaking out on their backs.