In the luxurious and extravagant manor, there is a singing and dancing.

When the nominal owner of this manor arrived, it undoubtedly became the most important thing in the entire Qianshan Gate. Not only did the Huo family want to continue to make friends with this world-famous Shinto powerhouse, but even the rest of the forces in the city were doing everything possible to make a move in front of He Yiming.

Although people know that there is very little chance of making a deep impression in this moment, the vast majority of possibilities are that people turn a blind eye and forget about it in an instant. But even so, there are still countless people who are like moths to a fire. What they are fighting for is just a chance to leap into the dragon gate, even if this chance is quite slim.

He Yiming and the expressionless Bai and Eight sat at the head of the hall, quietly watching the song and dance performed below. As for the white horse thunderbolt and the treasure pig, they were not interested in this, and rested in the backyard by themselves.

No one will bother the divine beast with boredom, and if the divine beast is suddenly bitten to death by the beast, there is absolutely no place to redress the grievances.

He Yiming held a small, delicate, and valuable wine glass, and watched all this with interest. The feeling he feels here is completely different from that in the family. Although it is the same grandeur. But he just felt as if something was missing that was troubling him.

In the eyes of those below, he saw awe, longing, and hope, but he couldn't find the affection he needed. Perhaps, this is the sorrow of all Shinto powerhouses. Because apart from him, the rest of the people want to find their relatives and elders, and the difficulty is only quite difficult.

Suddenly, He Yiming's movements froze, and he raised his head sharply and looked up at the top of his head.

There was the most ornate ceiling, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he had broken through the ceiling and saw the infinite sky directly.

He Yiming's every move was the object of everyone's attention, and when he saw his strange appearance, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Then, they felt that there was a flower in front of them, and He Yiming, who was originally sitting in the first place, had disappeared in place inexplicably. Just as everyone looked at each other, Hundred and Eight slowly stood up, walked out of the hall casually, and just rose from the ground in front of everyone's eyes and rose towards the sky.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they left their seats one after another, and the two of them went to the courtyard outside the hall. Only then did I see that there were already a few small black dots in the sky, but there were not many that could really be seen clearly.

"Master, what's going on?" asked in a low voice from an innate master of the Qianshan Sect.

Zhan Hongtu shook his head slowly, his heart was heavy. Only he could see clearly that there were not only He Yiming and One Hundred and Eight in the sky, but even the Treasure Pig and the White Horse Thunderbolt flew into the air.

The four of them went up so cautiously, it was absolutely impossible for them to be untargeted. I don't know why. Zhan Hongtu's heart became more and more flustered, and he seemed to have a feeling that a catastrophe was about to come.

In the distance, it suddenly lit up, and a small point of light appeared in the distance. But in an instant, this point of light has expanded violently. The huge momentum crushed like a mountain peak, and a huge sonic boom splashed in the sky.

Under the suppression of the huge momentum, these sonic booms exploded like thunder, shaking everyone on the ground to a shaky and unstable foothold.

It's not just that the acquired powerhouses can't bear it, but even the innate powerhouses can't help but cover their ears and squat down in pain. Only Zhan Hong stood in place with a frightened face, but his face also turned pale from excessive fear.

Everything slowly stabilized, and the people who had recovered a little bit could see clearly that there was a huge monster in the sky above them.

This is a terrifying beast with a body length of ten feet, wings on its back, scales like a shield, and a single horn on its head. It stood suspended in front of He Yiming and the others, and the wings behind it had never been opened at all.

After seeing this scene, Zhan Hongtu's heart couldn't help but moan.

Mythical beasts. It turned out to be a powerful divine beast, and looking at the attitude of He Yiming and the others, the strength of this divine beast seemed to be beyond his imagination.

Inexplicably, he thought of that magical and hateful big egg in his heart, and couldn't help but be resentful of the Leng brothers who brought this disaster to the island.

In the sky, He Yiming's face was also extremely solemn.

Zhan Hongtu didn't know the origin of this divine beast, but he was no stranger to it. He'd seen it several times in the Land of the Dead, and he'd seen firsthand the brutality with which it dealt with the creatures of the dead.

This is the Western Divine Dragon, although it is not the same as the Eastern Divine Dragon, but it is undoubtedly a divine beast powerhouse of the same level.

"Honorable Western Divine Dragon, I don't know what to call the most noble you. He Yiming tried his best to restrain the divine power on his body, although the moment this divine beast came, he had undoubtedly revealed his powerful hostility, but he just didn't want to grudge with this divine beast for some reason.

"My name is Samod. The arrogant voice of the Western Divine Dragon rumbled: "I know you." ”

He Yiming sighed helplessly, in the land of death, due to the existence of the extremely powerful black Oriental Divine Dragon, the remaining four divine beasts were quite well-behaved, but once they left there and lost the strong suppression of the divine dragon, the natural nature of these divine beasts was revealed.

"Your Excellency Samod, have you not returned to the Western world? He Yiming asked in a deep voice.

It's been more than two years since it came out of the Land of the Dead, and it doesn't seem reasonable if this Western Dragon is still wandering around the Eastern World.

Samod's nose let out an angry breath, wisps of powerful energy flowed from here, and there was a faint smell of sulfur in the air.

"I have returned to the Western world, but I am back because of you. Samod's anger seemed to be growing, and even his voice was a little louder.

He Yiming frowned. He really didn't understand that he had shown enough humility, but the other party seemed to have an enmity with him, and there was a fierce look in those huge eyes.

His face sank slightly, and He Yiming said loudly: "Your Excellency Samode, I don't know where He offended you, and he would make you so worried. ”

Samod roared abruptly and said, "You stole the eggs of our dragon clan." ”

"Dragon Clan's egg?" He Yiming was slightly stunned, and his face immediately became quite strange.

At this point, even idiots know what that mysterious egg is that they can't see through anyway. It turned out that this was actually the descendants of the Western Divine Beast Dragon Clan, and if they could recognize it, it would be called a ghost.

Samod's body began to tremble slightly, the strength of its body gradually increased, the huge dragon's mouth slowly opened, and a rich smell of sulfur rose to the sky.

He Yiming's face suddenly changed, although the dragon clan's breath was powerful, it could not hurt him, but if he did it here, then the consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.

"Wait a minute. He Yiming shouted violently: "Samod, if you do it here, then your eggs will not be saved either." ”

Samod's movements were suddenly stunned, and a storm of anger was condensed in his eyes.

He Yiming's body moved, and he was already flying down as fast as lightning. His body is as dexterous as a house swallow. With a slight turn in the air, it has flown into a tall building. Just a moment later, a large box flew out of his hand and flew straight into the distance.

"Lord Samod, if you want dragon eggs, come with me. ”

The anger in Samod's eyes had completely changed to a fierce murderous machine, and its wings seemed to move, but in the end it did not open, but its body trembled, like a cannonball, slashing through the air, tightly embracing He Yiming.

White horses, thunderbolts, and treasure pigs are naturally not to be outdone. They quickly followed, but instead of stepping forward to provoke the angry nerves of the Western Divine Dragon, they chose to follow from a distance.

Anyway, in terms of He Yiming's strength, it is absolutely impossible to be killed by this Western Divine Dragon in an instant, and they can come to the rescue at any time.

A thunderous rumble in the sky faded away, and everyone stood up in shock.

Under the huge and unparalleled coercion of the Western Divine Dragon, it was such a luxury for them to even stand up straight.

Especially those innate powerhouses, one by one, their faces were pale. Their feelings were much deeper than those of ordinary cultivators, and that incredible power pressed on their hearts like a dream demon.

The muscles on Zhan Hongtu's face twitched slightly, and his heart was dripping blood.

Because he knew that if these innate disciples couldn't get out of this powerful and terrifying coercion, then they wouldn't even want to advance to the Venerable in this life.

However, it is so difficult to get rid of the coercive momentum of the divine beast from the heart. Not to mention these innate disciples, even he himself is difficult to do.

"Master, He Shenjun, ...... they," a Qianshanmen asked in a whisper.

Zhan Hongtu suddenly woke up, he thought about all kinds of legends about Shinto, and his face became more and more ugly.

"Tell me that all the disciples of my sect should immediately leave the city and scatter, and not gather together, and let them scatter in the countryside, and not return for ten days. Zhanhong Tu shouted.

Everyone was stunned, but when they saw his stern gaze, their hearts trembled, and they immediately ran out to give the order.

Zhan Hongtu looked around and said in a deep voice: "Immortals fight, mortals suffer." You should also go back quickly, and get people out of the city as much as possible, and not return for ten days. ”

An old man stepped forward and said respectfully: "Lord of the Gate, haven't they already left, so hard to move, I'm afraid that people will be panicked and difficult to control." ”

Zhan Hongtu's face was gloomy, and he said word by word: "I also hope that I was wrong, but now." I'll do it all for me......"

Feeling the fierce and almost solemn murderous aura around him, no one dared to challenge his authority anymore.