The next day, the Mingguang Hall of the Dragon Palace in Beihai.

This is the place where the Dragon King of the North Sea summoned all the powerful sea tribes in the past, so it occupied a huge area.

There are eighteen high columns around the wide hall, which support the eaves of the entire hall.

At this time, many strong people had gathered in the Mingguang Hall. If you carefully distinguish them, you can find that both men and women are tall and have an indescribable nobility.

As an ancient demon race passed down from ancient times, the Dragon Clan is far from comparable to other races. When they gather together, a vision will be faintly condensed in the sky. If ordinary monsters come to this temple

, may kneel directly on the ground due to blood pressure.

The dragons of each tribe stand next to their own forces. Behind them, a battle flag flutters in the wind, with different dragon patterns drawn on it to distinguish their respective forces.

The Dragon Clan Conference is a grand event that determines the future Dragon Emperor.

Therefore, each tribe sent the strongest men of their own tribe to fight to the death.

Compared with the scenes emitted by the pressure from other forces, the North Sea Dragon Clan seems to be weaker.

Except for the Nine Elders Town sitting in the front, many of the other dragon clans are younger generations.

And the one sitting next to the Ninth Elder was Lu Yu.

"Look, that's the North Sea Dragon Clan."

"Oh, the strength of the four major dragon clans in the world and the North Sea dragon clan should not be underestimated. Who knew that they were unlucky and were attacked by a mysterious force. The strong men were almost all dead, and even Mu Shou's golden seal was thrown away."

"Haha, I said that the demon clans in the North Sea are uneasy recently. It turns out that the North Sea dragon clan lost the Mushou Golden Seal. Without the Mushou Golden Seal, what is the difference between them and ordinary dragon clans?"

A series of ridicule came into the ears of the North Sea Dragon Clan without any concealment.

Several North Sea Dragon Clans are younger generations, how could they bear such ridicule?

Ao Feng shouted angrily: "Please keep your stinky mouth in mind, and dare to talk nonsense again. Be careful that I will sew it on you with my own hands."

Suddenly, the group of dragons in the direction of the sound suddenly dispersed.

A burly man walked out with a grin and stared at Ao Feng: "It was Grandpa I said, why, you are not convinced?"

This burly man stood up, so he was taller than Ao Feng. Moreover, he should be a bloodthirsty person, and he could sense the strong evil aura emitted from his body while he was speaking.

Ao Feng's face changed and he muttered, "I'm not in good condition today, so I won't teach you a lesson for now."

His cowardly appearance immediately caused even more intense laughter around him.

"Yingjing, if anyone can't even stand this kind of ridicule, then leave quickly." A wave of calm flashed across the Ninth Elder's face.

Soon, all the dragon clans at the Dragon Clan Conference had gathered.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

At this moment, a huge and steady sound of war drums suddenly came from the Mingguang Hall.

Accompanied by these sounds of war drums, there is a melodious sound of horns.

Two chasers slowly walked into the hall surrounded by countless dragon tribes. Above each chaser, there was a figure sitting high, covered by the tent of chasing, and it was impossible to see the figure clearly.

"The Dragon King of the East Sea, the Dragon King of the South Sea, here!" the ritual officer shouted loudly.

As soon as these two steps finished speaking, they stopped directly in front of everyone.

The dragon clan, who was originally carrying a chasing, actually knelt down and put his back upwards.

Soon, two middle-aged men were catching up from the steps, all wearing dragon robes, and walked towards the center of the hall on the backs of these dragon tribes.
Chapter completed!