The first thousand seven hundred and ninety-seven chapters
Dragon Island, the holy land of the demon clan in the ancient underworld, has been extremely deserted for tens of thousands of years.
Even if the threats posed by the Demon Subduing Palace in recent years have united all the demon clans, at best it can only be said that it has injected a lot of vitality into it.
The unprecedented grand occasion with lively music and lively music like this seems to have only occurred during the period when the four masters of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku and Xuanwu existed together.
Some elders of the demon race who have lived for a long time secretly lamented that if such a grand occasion could be maintained forever, they would still be able to smile even if they died immediately.
However, they knew that it was just an extravagant hope. If the patriarch of the Zulong clan hadn't ordered all the clans to come together, the scene today would never have happened.
Looking up, he saw strong men from various ethnic groups arriving one after another, and there were also many voluptuous women walking through them, like beautiful landscapes.
Everyone knows that the people who can come here today are all the top executives of various races, or the proud ones among the younger generation.
Although the total number of creatures in the ancient underworld is not that many, there are hundreds of ethnic groups. Some weak ethnic groups are not even qualified to be invited by the Ancestral Dragon Clan.
Zhong Zihao came to the field early and could be regarded as witnessing the power of the demon clan.
It's just that he is far away from the center of the high platform. He is inconspicuous in this large square, and it is almost difficult for people to notice his existence.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man nearly ten feet tall entered the scene. His majestic aura caused the energy fluctuations in the air to freeze for an instant, and even the hard surface of the ground trembled slightly as his footsteps passed by.
The muscles on the middle-aged man's face seemed to be made of stones, and they seemed to have become rough after endless years of baptism, but the power contained in them was something that no one dared to ignore.
"I've met the Xuanwu clan leader!"
As soon as this person appeared at the entrance, a group of weak senior leaders of the ethnic group immediately came forward to bow and salute, without any hesitation.
Along with the middle-aged man, there was a young man who arrived. His aura was not weak, and he was at least in the True God Realm.
Chief Xuanwu just glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression, walked to a seat near the high platform and sat down on his own, not even paying attention to the Zhike arranged by the Dragon Clan.
The young man next to him sneered and remained silent.
Immediately afterwards, senior members of the Tianlang Clan, Fox Clan, Nushan Kui Niu Clan and other ethnic groups entered one after another.
However, although these ethnic groups are extraordinary in strength, they are still far behind the dragon tribe, phoenix tribe and other large tribes. Even the seats arranged for them are far away from the high platform.
Everyone is obviously accustomed to this. The demon clan advocates the strong and values strength. Haven't you seen that there are still many senior clan leaders who don't even have a seat?
Zhong Zihao's eyes lingered on the Xuanwu clan leader for a moment, and he made a decision in his heart.
This person's cultivation must have reached the peak of the True God Realm. Even if his attack power is not as good as his own, his defense must be very important. Even he doesn't have much confidence in breaking through it.
He was suddenly puzzled. Ao Wujiang was the leader of the Zulong clan, so why was his cultivation so much lower than that of the leader of the Xuanwu clan?
"Brother Zhong!"
An excited exclamation sounded from the right, and there was even a hint of dragon roar, which immediately brought Zhong Zihao's thoughts back. He turned around and looked overjoyed: "Long Chen, are you out of seclusion?"
"Hehe, I heard that Xiao Qi will also come to this gathering of various ethnic groups. Why don't you hurry up and get out?"
The person who came was naturally Long Chen. The first sentence he said was quite impressive, but the last sentence was as loud as a mosquito: "Xiao Qi and I haven't seen each other for almost four years."
Zhong Zihao couldn't help laughing and almost laughed out loud. How could the dignified Long Zi be shy?
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't believe it.
Besides Feng Qi, who else could be the Xiao Qi in Long Chen's mouth?
Today's Long Chen's aura is very unstable, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the True God Realm. This is a sign that he is about to hit the late stage of the True God Realm. This guy actually left seclusion early just to see Feng Qi.
Regarding this, Zhong Zihao didn't have much to say, so he asked casually: "Do you know the purpose of the various ethnic groups gathering today?"
"I know, Ao Nanshan told me!" Long Chen just replied, and immediately raised his hand and pointed, "Look, several dragons are here!"
Zhong Zihao looked sideways and saw Ao Nanshan and two young men and women ascending the high platform and having a cordial exchange with the Xuanwu Clan Chief. However, towards the younger generation, the Xuanwu Clan Chief only nodded slightly and did not say much.
But the young man following him looked much more enthusiastic, with a smile that was uglier than crying on his cold face, giving the impression that the strong Xuanwu clan couldn't smile at all.
What really caught Zhong Zihao's attention was the man and woman who came with Ao Nanshan.
The woman is wearing a fresh and elegant fairy skirt with wide sleeves, her slender hands are as white as jade, her pupils reflect green waves, like spring rain quietly nourishing all things.
The man's breath is as deep as the sea, his eyes are deep, and his face is resolute.
The facial features of the two people are similar to Ao Nanshan, but they give people a completely different feeling.
If Zhong Zihao's perception is correct, these two people should be dragon monsters.
"Those are the eldest princess of the Dragon Clan, Ao Dongyi, and the second dragon son, Ao Xihu!" Long Chen's voice sounded at the right time, introducing them.
Zhong Zihao had a strange look in his eyes. It was rumored that there were four dragon sons in the dragon clan. He had been misunderstood by this rumor, but he never expected that there was a princess among them.
The aura of the two people is obviously much more majestic than that of Ao Nanshan, but it is obviously a lot lower than that of the Xuanwu clan leader. It seems that Ao Wujiang is right. They have also climbed a small level. The monster clan is not much more difficult than the human clan.
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It is said that Ao Beimo, the fourth son of the dragon who died that year, was the most talented. No wonder it made the dragon clan angry and forced him to enter the ancient ghost tomb to kill Ye Chen.
In addition to the three dragon sons and dragon girls, Ao Wujiang followed closely behind, leading a group of old men with vicissitudes of life on the stage.
The auras of those seven or eight old men are not much different from those of the Xuanwu Clan leader. It seems that these are the true heritage of the Dragon Clan. Except for the elders of the Qinglong lineage, the rest are all strong men of the Black Dragon and Golden Dragon lineage.
As soon as Ao Wujiang appeared, everyone in the audience quickly stood up and saluted. Even the leader of the Xuanwu clan did not dare to neglect. Zhong Zihao ignored this and turned around to continue communicating with Long Chen.
"Do you know the situation of the Dragon King?"
Regarding Ao Juecheng, Zhong Zihao is still very concerned about this overlord of Daluotian in the Nine Heavens World. He has only seen him once in the Blue Pole Star since he came to the Taixu Realm.
"Senior Dragon King has reached the late stage of True God Realm a few years ago, and now... the White Tiger Clan has arrived!"
Before Long Chen finished speaking, a fierce wave soaring into the sky quickly approached from a distance, and there were even sounds of metal clashing, which gave the strong people in the audience an illusion:
Judging from the posture of the White Tiger clan, it seems that they are not coming to attend a meeting, but to fight on the battlefield.
"Ao Wujiang, you have summoned everyone here with such a huge momentum. If it is just for a trivial matter, don't blame me for turning your back on the spot."
In the distance, there was a thunderous shout, and there seemed to be a chilling atmosphere in the air.
There were not many strong people from the White Tiger clan who came, only four of them, one old, one middle-aged and two young people. The middle-aged man walked in the front, and the words just now came from his mouth.
The old man lowered his eyebrows solemnly, his face was solemn, and there was no expression at all.
The middle-aged man is about nine feet tall, wearing a black and white battle armor. Coupled with his aura that looks down on the world, he is definitely a peak powerhouse who "one man can guard the barrier, and ten thousand men can't open it" (To be continued)