Clusters of purple and strange Suzaku fire floated in the air, and the Fire Emperor still closed his eyes. (du kan,)
Qing Jue sighed slightly, compared to the current Qinglong Clan, the Suzaku Clan was much stronger.
Juelin stood at the top of the steps where the White Tiger clan was, and a layer of frost spread out on the steps.
Jue Lin also noticed the changes below and sighed slightly, "There are some things they need to experience in order to grow!"
After saying that, Jue Lin also turned around and looked at the steps next door, where the Xuanwu clan was.
The Xuanwu Clan, like the Suzaku Clan, is also extremely quiet. Those Xuanwu Clan members all have their eyes closed and practice quietly.
On the other hand, Xuanwu Clan Xuanren stood up and looked down with his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes dancing with contemplation.
Xuan Ren turned around, looked at Jue Lin's gaze, and whispered: "You won't come forward?"
Hearing this, Jue Lin smiled faintly and did not directly answer Xuan Ren. He also asked: "You won't come forward?"
"They are still young, so there are some things they need to experience instead of becoming flowers in the greenhouse!" Xuan Ren chuckled.
Xuan Ren seems to be a relatively honest fat man, at least when he smiles, he looks very honest.
Hearing this, Jue Lin smiled and said, "Fortunately you haven't changed yet!" After saying this, Jue Lin looked at the Fire Emperor of the Suzaku Clan with deep meaning.
"I heard that the Xuanwu Clan has a close relationship with the Sword Temple recently?" Jue Lin said lightly, although his tone was calm, anyone could hear the fierceness in it.
"The Sword Temple wants to imitate the actions of the Moon Temple and the Suzaku Clan. Old Man Jue, do you think our Xuanwu Clan will do this?" Xuan Ren chuckled, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Five generations have appeared!" Jue Lin whispered: "The White Tiger Clan has never forgotten its mission!"
"The mission of the four ancient tribes, I will become the fifth generation white tiger, I will definitely do it!" Jue Lin whispered, and the chill around him became more and more intense.
"Fifth Generation White Tiger!" Xuan Ren's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Jue Lin and Qing Jue thoughtfully, without saying anything.
As long as the three major halls exist, will the Sword God Sect of the three major halls be able to override them again?
Xuan Ren understands this, so does Qing Jue, and so does Jue Lin. However, Jue Lin and Qing Jue have always insisted on their missions, and Xuan Ren is still hesitating.
"Boom!" At this moment, there were bursts of sharp breaking wind sounds in vain above the floating island.
Above the floating island, the clouds hovering in the sky dispersed in vain, and the deep blue sky emerged.
The sunlight cast down, and bursts of its thick aura emerged. A middle-aged man in white stepped out, followed by dozens of figures.
The middle-aged man in white robes slowly fell towards the three floating platforms. The moment this man appeared, the discussion in the audience suddenly stopped, and countless eyes fell on that figure.
Looking up from a distance, the figure of this middle-aged man seems to overlap with the sky and the earth.
As for the people behind him, their auras were integrated into the heaven and earth, their expressions were indifferent, and they followed closely behind the middle-aged man.
Behind these people are all wearing a cloak, with a rising silver moon embroidered on the cloak!
Moon Temple! Landed on the floating platform, the middle-aged man sat at the top with his eyes closed tightly. Although the middle-aged man did not make any move, an inexplicable pressure filled the hearts of hundreds of thousands of warriors in the audience.
"The Lord of the Moon Temple, Xuanyuan Ye!" Countless voices rang in the hearts of everyone. Looking at this god-like existence, everyone felt a surge of emotion.
Xuanyuan Ye! The master of the Moon Temple is also the strongest person in the Moon Temple, at least in the eyes of everyone.
"Xuanyuan Ye!" Jue Lin and Qing Jue raised their heads and stared at the middle-aged man, an inexplicable pressure filling their hearts.
"Compared to decades ago, his strength is even more terrifying!" Qing Jue whispered, the Lord of the Moon Temple, Xuanyuan Ye, the Lord of the Sword Temple, Murong Yu, and the Lord of the Martial Arts Temple, Huang Pu.
"Legends from the last era!" Jue Lin said softly. What kind of era was that? There were three people who were highly respected by the previous patriarch.
Sitting behind Xuanyuan Ye were the two deputy palace masters of the Moon Temple, Qing Yunzi and Gui Jianzi, followed by some elders and individual true disciples.
However, after Xuanyuan Ye appeared, figures emerged in the sky. These people were disciples of the Moon Temple who came to watch the battle. Among them were true disciples, elites, and ordinary disciples.
These people all bowed to Xuanyuan Ye and immediately landed on the stone platform below the floating platform, with indifferent expressions and gleaming eyes.
Among these people, there was Ye Muwan, and Qin Wuyang, who had a relationship with Ye Chen in the past.
Ye Muwan wanted to become stronger and didn't want to be a burden, so she returned to the Moon Temple.
Ye Muwan's master, Long Ye, was a gentle and elegant middle-aged scholar. He was dressed in a green shirt and sitting on a floating platform. His expression was indifferent, but there was an inexplicable chill in his eyes.
Three days ago, his favorite disciple was killed, which undoubtedly touched Long Ye's reverse scale.
Long Ye's eyes moved. When his eyes touched Ye Muwan below, there was a trace of tenderness in Long Ye's eyes. Fortunately, not all disciples were robbed.
Ding! A crisp sword chant resounded in the void, and an old man in black robe appeared in the sky. As soon as this man appeared, endless sword energy was transformed into the void.
The old man in black robe walked out of the sword aura, followed closely by dozens of middle-aged people.
Murong Yu, the master of the Sword Temple! Xuanyuan Ye rarely opened his eyes, glanced at the black-robed old man in the sky, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
"Murong Yu!" Qing Jue whispered. As soon as Murong Yu appeared, his inexplicable pressure became more and more terrifying.
The black-robed old man took several steps in succession and landed on the floating platform, followed closely by the deputy master of the Sword Temple and the elders.
Whoosh! Hundreds of sword lights streaked across the sky and landed on the stone platform. They were the disciples of the Sword Temple.
For a time, the aura on the floating island became more and more terrifying, especially the disciples of the Moon Temple and the Sword Temple, whose auras were stronger than those of the third-rate sect masters.
"Three major halls!" Qing Jue sighed slightly. When the Qinglong clan was not defeated, its strength was comparable to the three major palaces, but now, the Qinglong clan has become a second-rate sect.
Bang bang! Boom----------
The rumbling sound echoed in the sky in vain, and an inexplicable pressure emerged from the sky.
Their expressions suddenly changed, and everyone looked upward again, where an inexplicable pressure was hovering.
Qing Jue and others knew that Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple, was here.
A tall and tall figure, like a mountain, ripples spread out from the space, and the tall figure walked out of the ripples.
Huang Pu! Countless eyes fell on this tall figure, and a feeling of suffocation spread in everyone's hearts. This person is Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple.
Huangpu came from the void, disappeared into the void again, and suddenly appeared on the floating platform.
The deputy masters and elders of the Martial Temple followed closely behind. After a few breaths, hundreds of powerful fighting intentions erupted in the void. This was the fighting intention of the disciples of the Martial Temple.
The disciples of the Martial Arts Temple took a few steps and landed on the stone platform one after another. These people all showed a fighting spirit. The disciples of the Martial Arts Temple wanted to gain enlightenment through battle.
The masters of the three major halls gathered on the floating island. For a time, the aura above the floating island became thicker and thicker. These auras gathered together to form an inexplicable general trend. This general trend was more terrifying than any other general trend. The three major halls
potential.
The general trend formed by other sects immediately disappeared, and these people, like Han Jian and others before, were bearing this pressure.
The entire floating island fell into a deathly silence, with only the whistling of the wind remaining.
After the three palace masters appeared, they just nodded to each other and did not say anything.
Since none of the three palace masters spoke, it was even less likely that the others would speak, and each remained silent.
However, some sect leaders know that the people have not gathered yet, and the Zongbi has not yet begun. This Zongbi is still missing three people, three legends of this era.
The Prince of the Moon God, the proud son of the Martial God, and the son of the Sword God! They are waiting for these three people!
Absolute silence can bring inexplicable pressure, at least that's what Han Jian and others feel. The five of them have taken up their true energy to resist the pressure around them. They are also waiting for someone, their Legend of Sword God Sect-Fifth Generation.
Moon God!
But Qing Jue secretly muttered: "It should be four people, and the sword god Moon God!"