Chapter 1522

Night.

It was as black as ink.

Tonight's Lingcheng is doomed to be restless.

A group of people in golden robes suddenly came like lightning, roaring from the distant night sky. Their speed is very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, they come from thousands of meters away.

Standing steadily in the sky above Lingcheng.

They were as if they were gods. They were invincible and trampled the whole mountain city under their feet.

"Laozu Zong, this is Lingcheng." The second prince pointed to the city below and said to the ancestor of Beiming.

Hearing this, the ancestor of Beiming gave a "um" and then saw his two eyes slowly closed. Then, a vast ocean like atmosphere, also from the body of the ancestors of Beiming, gradually penetrated the corner of the whole mountain city.

Buzzing ～

is like the sound of a bell, which almost rings in everyone's mind in Lingcheng.

At this moment, everyone in Lingcheng seems to be receiving some kind of induction. They subconsciously raise their heads, and their eyes are full of doubts.

And a moment later.

This kind of induction just disappeared.

At the moment when the induction disappeared, the ancestor of Beiming opened his eyes slowly, and a golden lightning flashed through his eyes.

"Ancestor, how are you?" Looking at the old ancestor of Beiming who opened his eyes, the prince immediately asked.

"Hum." Hearing this, the old ancestor of Beiming raised his mouth slightly, and his eyes also showed disdain. He said faintly: "a tiny place is a small place. I have just explored this mountain city with divine sense. Now, I have been able to confirm that there is no such thing in this mountain city as cultivating beyond the golden elixir!"

As soon as this was said, all the people in the northern Ming Dynasty were slightly stunned. Then, their eyes also showed a look of joy and said, "so, the so-called Qilin people should not have stepped into the golden elixir."

"Ha ha, you scared me! I thought how powerful he was as a Qilin, but he didn't even reach the golden elixir? It's just that! "

"That is, as long as you don't step into the golden elixir, it is not worth mentioning in front of our ancestors! No matter whether he is a Kirin or a Linqi, he will never come back! "

A group of princes burst into laughter, and everyone's face became relaxed at the moment. To tell you the truth, they were still afraid of the demon gods in their hearts, because the other side was from the Qilin people after all, and the cultivation resources and background were not comparable to those of the northern Ming Dynasty.

So they are worried that the Kirin people will surpass their ancestors in their cultivation.

But now hear the old ancestor's words, a stone in people's heart, also can't help but fall quietly.

……

……

And at the same time.

In the leader's house of Lingcheng, Bai Qiandai, the leader, is sitting on the main seat with a gloomy face. Not only is he, the high-level people around him are also restless, the eyes show a deep melancholy color.

And one side of the ink white, is also restless.

At the moment, in his left arm, is wrapped in a circle of gauze, looks like a mess, like something seriously injured.

"Dad, do you feel it?" At this time, only listen to the white ink asked a word, the eyes reveal the color of inquiry.

"Well." Hearing this, Bai Qiandai's eyes also showed a gloomy color. He nodded slowly and said, "I feel It's the power of the golden elixir! Only this kind of power can penetrate the corner of the whole mountain city

"Is that Jindan immortal of Beiming dynasty?" Asked one of the crowd.

"Nine out of ten!" Hearing this, Bai Qiandai nodded sombrely. After saying this, he stood up and walked slowly towards the door.

"Father, are you going to see them?" White ink quickly followed up.

"It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided." Hearing this, Bai Qiandai sighed, his eyes also showed a gloomy color, and said: "the people of Beiming Dynasty died in our Lingcheng. As the leader of Lingcheng, I can't sit back and ignore it! Besides, the anger of the golden elixir is not so easy to calm down. If we don't give them an account today, I'm afraid he won't leave! "

With this sentence, Bai Qiandai did not have any stay and continued to walk towards the door. White ink and other leaders saw that, but also did not do more stay, follow the pace of Bai Qiandai, toward the door.

as like as two peas of white, and now in the sky of Ling City, there are several figures in the sky. This group of people, all dressed in golden robes, each of them looked extraordinary and detached.

Don't guess, these people are the princes from the northern Ming Dynasty!

And in the middle of this group of people, is standing a gray old man, his whole look dignified, a strong breath is constantly from his body. In the spread of this strong breath, the air around is shaking violently, as if even the air can not bear this strong breath, it seems that it will collapse at any time.It is not only the leaders of Lingcheng, but also the powerful atmosphere of Lingcheng. Many powerful people in Lingcheng have raised their heads one after another, and their eyes are full of doubts.

"Who is that?"

"What a powerful breath! It's not a land God

"What's the matter with the old man's breath? Why Feeling his breath, I can't even breathe

From all sides of the strong people, are said in succession, eyes show a color of shock.

At this time, the white leader and others also came out of the door. They raised their heads and looked at the people of Beiming Dynasty in the sky. Everyone's eyes are showing the color of respect, and they clasped hands to the people in the sky, and said respectfully:

"I've seen the old God of golden elixir!"

"Bai Qiandai, the leader of Xialing City, don't know what the old gods are doing here?"

Bai Qiandai hugged his fist and asked respectfully.

"Hum." Hearing this, the ancestor of Beiming snorted in his nose, and his eyes showed a proud color. He said in a cold voice, "I come to your mountain city, don't you know? I came to your Lingcheng in the reign of Beiming king, to make your mountain city shine! But what about you? If you don't pay homage, you still let my prince of Beiming Dynasty die in Lingcheng? Are you not going to give me an account of this matter? "

The old ancestor of Beiming snorted coldly. After saying this, the breath in his body was also diffused again, and its intensity was even stronger than just now!

Under the strong breath, all the commanders could not help shivering.

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!