"Lord of the great Luo palace, Ning Tao, drive here," Gu Yiming deliberately lengthened his voice, a long way.

This voice is constantly echoing in the Xianwu gate.

Quiet, quiet for a second.

The next moment, the whole clan became a sensation. Together with the eastern alliance stationed in the Xianwu mountains, they all flew here like locusts.

"Whoosh Whoosh, whoosh... "

Just for a moment, the vast and empty xianwumen square was filled with people.

At the head, there was a tall, burly and overbearing figure, a familiar old man of vicissitudes, and a dignified old man of Dragon Robe, who knelt down with the crowd.

"We welcome Lord Ning Tao!"

Nearly a million people in unison, enough to ring through the sky.

"Step on..."

All of a sudden, a faint sound of footsteps, slow or slow, lingering in my heart, and a faint Laughter: "you all get up, no need to be polite."

"Master Xie..."

Only after they had given thanks did they dare to raise their heads.

It's war?

Or, to save ye'er?

I can't help but fall into a dilemma!