The next day, Beihai Dragon Palace Mingguang Hall.
This is the place where the Dragon King of the North Sea summoned all the strong men of the sea clan in the past, so it occupies a huge area.
There are eighteen tall pillars around the broad hall, supporting the eaves of the entire hall.
At this time, many powerful people have gathered in the Mingguang Hall. If you look carefully, you can find that both men and women here are tall and have an indescribable nobility.
As an ancient demon clan passed down from ancient times, the dragon clan is far beyond comparison with other races. When they gather together, a strange phenomenon will be faintly condensed in the sky. If ordinary monsters come to this temple
, may kneel directly on the ground due to bloodline suppression.
The dragons of each tribe stood next to their own forces. Behind them, a battle flag fluttered in the wind, with different dragon patterns drawn on it to distinguish the forces to which they belonged.
The Dragon Clan Conference is a grand event that determines the future Dragon King.
Therefore, each tribe sent their strongest men to fight to the death.
Compared to the scene where other forces exuded bursts of coercion, the Beihai Dragon Clan seemed weaker.
Except for the Ninth Elder Zhenchang who was sitting at the front, many of the other dragon clans were of the younger generation.
And sitting next to the ninth elder, it was Lu Yu.
"Look, that's the Beihai Dragon Clan."
"Well, the strength of the four major dragon clans in the world and the North Sea Dragon Clan cannot be underestimated. Who knew that they were so unlucky that they were attacked by a mysterious force. Almost all the strong ones died, and even the Golden Seal of Mu Shou was lost."
"Haha, I said that the demon clan in Beihai has been uneasy recently. It turns out that the Dragon clan of Beihai lost the Golden Seal of Mu Shou. Without the Golden Seal of Mu Shou, what is the difference between them and the ordinary dragon clan?"
A series of ridicules reached the ears of the Beihai Dragon Clan without any concealment.
Several Beihai Dragon Clan are all the younger generation, how can they bear such ridicule?
Ao Feng shouted angrily: "Watch your foul mouth. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will sew it up for you with my own hands."
Suddenly, the group of dragons in the direction of the sound suddenly dispersed.
A burly man came out with a ferocious smile and stared at Ao Feng: "Grandpa, I said it. What, you don't accept it?"
When this burly man stood up, he was a full head taller than Ao Feng. Moreover, he must be a murderous man. As he spoke, he could feel the strong evil aura emanating from his body.
Ao Feng's expression changed and he muttered: "I'm not in a good state today, so I won't teach you a lesson."
His cowardly look immediately aroused even greater laughter from those around him.
"Jing Jing, if anyone can't bear this kind of ridicule, please leave quickly." A look of calmness flashed across the face of the ninth elder.
Soon, all the dragon clans at the dragon clan conference had gathered.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, a huge and steady sound of war drums suddenly came from the Mingguang Hall.
Accompanying the sound of these war drums was a melodious sound of horns.
Two buchus slowly walked into the hall, surrounded by countless dragons. On each buchu, there was a figure sitting high up. The figure was covered by the tents of the buchu and could not be seen clearly.
"Dragon King of the East China Sea, Dragon King of the South China Sea, are here!" the ceremony officer shouted loudly.
The two paces stopped directly in front of everyone as soon as the words were spoken.
The Dragon Clan who was originally carrying him down unexpectedly knelt down and turned his back upwards.
Soon, two middle-aged men stepped down from the steps, all wearing dragon robes, and walked towards the center of the hall on the backs of these dragons.