Clusters of purple and demonic Vermilion Bird Fire were floating in mid-air, and the Fire Emperor still had his eyes closed. http://

Qing Jue sighed slightly, compared to the current Qinglong Clan, the Vermilion Bird Clan's strength is much stronger.

On the steps where the White Tiger Clan was located, the Absolute Forest stood in the first place, and a layer of frost stretched out on the steps.

Jelin also noticed the changes below, and sighed slightly, "There are some things that they need to go through in order to grow!"

After speaking, Jielin also turned around and looked at the steps next door, which was where the Xuanwu clan was.

The Xuanwu clan, like the Vermilion Bird Clan, is also very quiet on the Xuanwu side, and those Xuanwu clansmen are all cultivating quietly with their eyes closed.

It was the Xuanwu clan Xuanjian who got up, looking down with a slight frown, his eyes beating with a contemplative look.

Xuan Blade turned around, looked at the gaze cast by the Peerless Forest, and whispered, "You don't show up?"

Hearing this, Jue Lin smiled faintly, did not answer Xuan Jian indirectly, and also asked, "You don't come forward?"

"They're still young, so there's something they need to go through instead of being flowers in a greenhouse!"

Xuan Blade seems to be a relatively honest fat man, at least when he laughs, he looks honest.

Hearing this, Jue Lin smiled, "Fortunately, you haven't changed!" Saying this, Jue Lin glanced at the Vermilion Bird Fire Emperor meaningfully.

"I heard that the connection between the Xuanwu Clan and the Sword God Temple has been quite close recently?" said Jue Lin lightly, although his tone was flat, anyone could hear the fierceness.

"The Sword God Temple wants to emulate the actions of the Moon God Temple and the Vermilion Bird Clan, old man, do you think my Xuanwu Clan will do this?" Xuan Blade chuckled, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Five generations have already appeared!" Jue Lin whispered, "The White Tiger Clan has never forgotten its mission!"

"The mission of the four ancient clans, I will become a fifth-generation white tiger, I will definitely be!" said the Jedi Forest, and the chill around him grew stronger and stronger.

"Five generations of white tigers!" Xuan Blade's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Jue Lin and Qing Jue meaningfully, and did not say anything.

As long as the three major halls exist, will the Sword God Gate that the three major halls will see once again override them?

This point, Xuan Blade understands, Qing Jue also understands, and Jue Lin also understands, but Jue Lin and Qing Jue have always adhered to their mission, and he Xuan Blade is still hesitating.

"Boom!" At this moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind above the floating island.

Above the floating island, the clouds that hovered in the sky dissipated in vain, and its deep blue sky emerged.

The sunlight shone down, and bursts of thick aura emerged, and a middle-aged man dressed in white stepped out, followed by dozens of figures.

The middle-aged man in white robe slowly fell towards the three floating platforms, and the moment this person appeared, the discussion of the audience stopped abruptly, and countless eyes fell on that figure.

Looking at it from afar, the figure of this middle-aged man seems to coincide with heaven and earth.

And the people behind him, their scents were all integrated into the heavens and the earth, and their expressions were indifferent, following the middle-aged man.

Behind them were all wearing cloaks embroidered with a rising silver moon!

Falling on the floating platform, the middle-aged man sat in the first place, his eyes closed, although the middle-aged man did not make any moves, but an inexplicable coercion permeated the hearts of hundreds of thousands of warriors in the audience.

"Moon God Temple Lord Xuanyuan Night!" Countless voices sounded in everyone's hearts, looking at this god-like existence, everyone's hearts burst with emotion.

The Lord of the Moon God Temple is also the strongest person in the Moon God Temple, at least in the eyes of everyone.

"Xuanyuan Night!" Jue Lin and Qing Jue raised their heads and stared at the middle-aged man, an inexplicable coercion permeating their hearts.

"Compared to decades ago, his strength is even more terrifying!" Qing Jue whispered, Xuanyuan Ye, the hall master of the Moon God Temple, Murong Yu, the hall master of the Sword God Temple, and Huang Pu, the hall master of the Martial God Temple.

"The legend of the last era!" said in a soft voice, what kind of era was it, and the three people who were highly respected by the previous patriarch.

Sitting behind Xuanyuan Ye were the two deputy hall masters of the Moon God Temple, Qing Yunzi and Ghost Jianzi, followed by some elders and individual True Disciples.

However, after Xuanyuan Ye appeared, one after another figures appeared in the sky, these people were the disciples of the Moon God Temple who came to watch the battle, among them were true legends, elites, and ordinary disciples.

These people all bowed to Xuanyuan Ye, and then landed on the stone platform below the floating platform, with indifferent expressions and shining eyes.

Among these people, there is the existence of Ye Muwan, as well as Qin Wuyang, who had a relationship with Ye Chen at the beginning.

Ye Muwan wanted to become stronger, and she didn't want to be a burden, so she still returned to the Moon God Temple.

And Ye Muwan's master Long Ye is a gentle and elegant middle-aged scholar, wearing a green shirt, sitting on the floating platform, looking indifferent, but there is an inexplicable chill beating in his eyes.

Three days ago, his proud disciple was killed, which undoubtedly touched the reverse scales of the dragon leaf.

Long Ye's eyes wandered, and when his gaze touched Ye Muwan below, a trace of tenderness flowed out of Long Ye's eyes, fortunately, not all the disciples were robbed.

A loud sword groan resounded in the void, and a black-robed old man appeared in the sky, and as soon as this person appeared, the void conjured endless sword qi in vain.

The black-robed old man walked out of the sword aura, followed by dozens of middle-aged people behind the black-robed old man.

The hall master of the Sword God Temple, Murong Yu, Xuanyuan Ye opened his eyes rarely, glanced at the black-robed old man in the sky, nodded slightly, and did not say anything.

"Murong Yu!" Qing Jue whispered, as soon as Murong Yu appeared, his inexplicable coercion became more and more terrifying.

The black-robed old man took several steps in a row and landed on the floating platform, followed by the deputy hall master of the Sword God Temple and the elders.

Hundreds of sword lights streaked across the sky and landed on the stone platform, and he was a disciple of the Sword God Temple.

For a while, the smell on the floating island became more and more terrifying, especially the disciples of the Moon God Temple and the Sword God Temple, whose bodies revealed a stronger smell than those third-rate sect masters.

"Three Great Palaces!" Qing Jue sighed slightly, when the Qinglong Clan was not defeated, its strength was comparable to the three major halls, and now, the Qinglong Clan seemed to have fallen into a second-rate sect.

Bang bang!

Its rumbling sound sounded in vain in the sky, and an inexplicable coercion emerged in the sky.

The face changed suddenly, and everyone's eyes looked up again, where an inexplicable coercion was circling.

Qing Jue and the others knew that the Martial God Temple's main hall, Huang Pu, was here.

A towering figure, like a high mountain, spatial ripples spread out, and that towering figure walked out in the ripples.

Countless eyes fell on this towering figure, and a feeling of suffocation extended in everyone's hearts, this person was Huang Pu, the hall master of the Martial God Temple.

Huangpu came from the void and disappeared into the void again, appearing on the floating platform.

The deputy hall master and elder of the Martial God Hall followed closely, and after a few breaths, hundreds of powerful battle intent burst out in the void, this was the battle intent of the disciples of the Martial God Temple.

The disciples of the Martial God Hall took a few steps and landed on the stone platform one after another, and these people all showed a fighting spirit, and the disciples of the Martial God Hall realized the Tao with battle.

The three hall masters gathered on the floating island, and for a while, the smell above the floating island became stronger and stronger, and these smells converged together to form an inexplicable general trend, which was more terrifying than any general trend, the momentum of the three major halls.

The general trend formed by the other sects immediately disappeared, and these people, like Han Jian and the others before, were under this coercion.

The entire floating island fell into a deathly silence, and only the whirring of the wind remained.

After the three hall masters appeared, they just nodded to each other and didn't say anything.

Since none of the three hall masters spoke, it was even more impossible for the others to speak up, and they were silent.

However, some masters of the sect know that the people are not yet together, and the Zongbi has not yet begun, and this time the Zongbi is still missing three people, three legends of this era.

The Moon God Prince, the Martial God Proud Son, and the Sword Noble Son! They are waiting for these three people!

Absolute silence can bring inexplicable coercion, at least in Han Jian and the others, the five of them have used their true qi to resist the coercion around them, and they are also waiting for one person, the legend of their Sword God Gate - the five generations of the Moon God!

But Qing Jue muttered secretly: "It should be four people, and the sword god and the moon god!".