After Wang Xuelian finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from the Qingtian Palace. Its sound was like the divine thunder in the nine heavens tore through the endless darkness, and it was like the collapse of the sacred mountain, shaking forever!
Then all the people who watched the ceremony, whether they were on the scene or on the glazed tree projecting the sky, were all addicted to it at the moment when the sound rang out.
A full ten breaths!
All of us came back to our senses from that voice.
Many of the audience members who came back to their senses were surprised to find that under the sound, the bottleneck of cultivation that had been trapped for decades and hundreds of years had quietly broken through the barrier and entered a higher realm.
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Especially for warriors in the holy realm, the sound was like a great way to get close to them, and it took them hundreds of years to condense a trace of martial arts rules for them!
Those who have not made breakthroughs also found that the magical powers they had not mastered before and the moods of many people have been greatly improved and broken through!
The old monsters and knowledgeable people in the crowd, as well as the old saints in the holy land, were experiencing the changes in their bodies:
"Daoyin! This is Daoyin!"
Most of the warriors present, no, even most of the warriors on the mainland, have never heard of what Daoyin is, let alone what its function is.
At this moment, with the introduction of some old saints, they realized what kind of great opportunity they had just obtained.
At this moment, even Fu Bao couldn't help but exclaim and said in disbelief:
"It turned out to be the sound of the great way! What is the origin of the Daoyi family?"
Wang Daoyi was also surprised to feel the dense fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the Wanzhong Immortal Mountain. He did not expect that his father and the clan elder would be willing to start the show with a sound.
That's something that the great saints will be moved by!
And the sound of this great way is the thank you from the Wang family to those who come to watch the ceremony.
"We are here to thank the Holy Lord Qingtian, thank the Young Master Qingtian, and we are willing to be brave for our martial arts!"
Anyone who has listened to the sound of the great way involuntarily salutes and thanks the Qingtian Palace.
They are all warriors and have extraordinary mentality. Even though they understand that this sound of Daoyin was used by Qingtian Holy Land to thank them for their arrival, they still couldn't help but feel grateful to Qingtian Holy Land.
Wang Daoyi has also received many respects and support from many people invisibly.
But in the crowd, a small group of dozens of people, everyone looked at the warriors around who had made breakthroughs under the sound of Taoism with resentment and envy, wishing they could replace them.
Especially the two leaders, the tyranny and resentment in their eyes can even catch up with the demon clan that Wang Daoyi had killed in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains before!
There is no doubt that these two are undoubtedly demons!
The reason why they looked at the warriors so resentful was that the sound of the Great Dao was ineffective against the demons, and also ineffective against the demons who sacrificed themselves to the demons!
"Hmph, let's laugh for the last time. When the Wind-Tearing Demon Lord breaks through the Demon Nightmare Forest and our clan enters this pigpen, we will definitely kill all of you pigs!"
The two demons looked at each other, remembering the raid launched by the clan through this Wang Family ceremony, and smiled cruelly.
They had never worried that this raid among the clan would fail because the Wind-Tearing Demon Lord in their mouths was a demon saint who had reached the level of the invincible Great Saint!
Now that the nine saints gathered in the holy land of Qingtian and all the great sages guarded their respective holy lands, most of their energy was focused on the extraterritorial battlefields and the Immortal Martial Continent on the Cave of Rebirth. No one could stop the Demon Lord Tearing Wind!
No one could have thought that they, who were considered by the Xianwu Continent to be self-reliant and arrogant, would raid the Demon Nightmare Forest, which had the least sense of existence among the nine extraterritorial battlefields!
Just as they were waiting for the news that the Wind Demon Lord broke through the Demon Nightmare Forest with anticipation, a star cross crack suddenly appeared above the martial arts field!
The infinite starlight gushed out with the cracks of the cross, and then everyone looked at the nine majestic figures who appeared on the endless starlight, whispering in a low voice.
Even Wang Daoyi, including Wu Buyan who walked out of Qingtian Hall, and Sun Potian and other descendants of the holy land were puzzled and looked at the nine holy masters who were stepping on the starlight.
"Aren't the nine Holy Lords in the Qingtian Palace? Why are they appearing in the stars now?"
"Look, the one in the temple is not the Holy Lord, but the Son of the Holy Land. The one who bathes in the holy light is the Son of the Temple, His Highness Wu Ji, one of the four young supremes!"
Finally, the endless starlight dissipated, and the nine saints of the Xianwu Continent appeared in the world for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years and were revealed in front of others!
The Holy Lord of Qingtian, Wang Chen!
Temple Lord, Holy Light!
The Lord of Qingyun, the Emperor of Qing!
The Holy Lord of the Demon Court, the Monster!
The Holy Lord of the Divine Soldier, Xiao Wuxin!
The Holy Lord of Xiaoyao, Bai Luochen!
The Holy Lord of Stars, Zhuge Yantian!
The Holy Lord of Taiyin, Ice Cloud!
The Holy Lord of the World, Medicine Wuji!
Everyone looked at the nine god-like figures with fiery eyes and roared:
"We welcome the nine holy lords, and wish the holy lords will be as good as immortals in martial arts!"