After 12 o 'clock tonight, it would be Little Tian's birthday. The old friends of the White Crane should not be unfamiliar with this name ^ _ ^
I wish him a happy birthday in advance. Happy birthday. His birthday wish will definitely come true …
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Inside the luxurious and extravagant manor, there was a scene of singing and dancing.
When the nominal owner of this manor arrived, there was no doubt that it had become the most important thing in the entire Qian Mountain Sect. Not only did the Huo family want to continue to be on good terms with this world-renowned Supreme Dao expert, but even the other forces in the city wanted to stand out in front of He Yiming by any means possible.
Although everyone knew that the possibility of leaving a deep impression on others at this moment was very small, and most of the chances were that others would turn a blind eye to it and forget it in a flash. But even so, there were still countless people who threw themselves into it like moths to a flame. What they were fighting for was just a chance to make a great leap, even if this chance was quite slim.
He Yiming and the expressionless 108 sat at the head of the hall, quietly watching the singing and dancing below. As for the White Horse Lightning and the Baozhu, they were not interested in it and just rested in the backyard.
No one would disturb the Mythological Beast for no reason. If they were suddenly bitten to death by the Mythological Beast, there would be absolutely no place for them to seek redress.
He Yiming held a small, exquisite, and expensive wine glass, watching all this with great interest. The feeling it gave him here was completely different from the feeling in the family. Although it was equally grand, he just felt that it seemed to lack something that he was deeply concerned about.
From the eyes of the people below, he saw awe, desire, and hope, but he could not find the kinship he needed. Perhaps, this was the sorrow of all Supreme Dao experts. Because except for him, it would be quite difficult for others to find their direct elders.
All of a sudden, He Yiming's movements stiffened. He abruptly raised his head and looked above his head.
There was the most gorgeous ceiling, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if it had broken through the ceiling and directly seen the endless sky.
He Yiming's every move was the subject of everyone's attention. Once they saw his strange behavior, the hall immediately quieted down.
Then, they saw a blur in front of their eyes. He Yiming, who had been sitting at the head of the table, had mysteriously disappeared. Just as everyone looked at each other, 108 slowly stood up and walked out of the hall as if nothing had happened. Just like that, under everyone's gaze, he rose from the ground and rose into the sky.
Everyone was in an uproar. They all left their seats and went to the courtyard outside the hall. Only then did they see a few more small black spots in the sky. However, there weren't many that could be seen clearly.
"Master, what happened?" a Xiantian master of the Qian Mountain Sect asked in a low voice.
Zhan Hongtu shook his head slowly. His heart was heavy. Only he could see clearly that He Yiming and 108 were not the only ones in the sky. Even Baozhu and White Horse Lightning were flying in the sky.
The four of them had gone up so cautiously. It was impossible that they were shooting at random. For some reason, Zhan Hongtu's heart became more and more flustered. It was as if he had a feeling that a disaster was about to befall him.
In the distance, there was a sudden light. A small light spot appeared in the distance. In the blink of an eye, this light spot had already expanded violently. A huge aura came crashing down like a mountain. A huge sonic boom splashed across the sky.
Under the suppression of the huge aura, these sonic booms were like thunder. Everyone on the ground was shaken to the point that they were on the verge of collapse.
Not only were the Houtian masters unable to bear it, but even the Xiantian masters couldn't help but cover their ears and squat down in pain. Only Zhan Hongtu stood on the spot with a face full of horror. However, his face had also turned pale because of excessive fear.
Everything slowly stabilized. The people who had recovered a little could see clearly that there was a huge monster in the sky above their heads without them knowing when it had appeared.
It was a terrifying beast with a body of ten feet long. It had a pair of wings on its back, scales all over its body like shields, and a single horn on its head. It stood in the air in front of He Yiming and the others. The pair of wings on its back had not been opened at all.
After seeing this scene, Zhan Hongtu couldn't help but groan in his heart.
A Divine Beast. It was actually a powerful Divine Beast. Moreover, looking at the attitude of He Yiming and the others, the strength of this Divine Beast seemed to have exceeded his imagination.
Inexplicably, he thought of that magical and abominable big egg in his heart. He couldn't help but feel resentful towards the Leng brothers who had brought this disaster to the island.
In the sky, He Yiming's face was also extremely solemn.
Zhan Hongtu didn't know the origin of this Divine Beast, but he was no stranger to it. In the Land of Death, he had seen it several times. Moreover, he had seen with his own eyes how it dealt with the Undead Creatures.
This was the Western Divine Dragon. Although it was different from the Eastern Divine Dragon, it was undoubtedly a Divine Beast master of the same level.
"Honorable Western Divine Dragon, how should I address you, the most honorable one." He Yiming tried his best to restrain the divine power in his body. Although this Mythological Beast had already revealed its strong hostility the moment it arrived, He Yiming was unwilling to incur the hatred of this Mythological Beast for no reason.
"My name is Samoyed." The Western Divine Dragon's arrogant voice rumbled. "I recognize you."
He Yiming sighed helplessly. In the Land of Death, due to the existence of that extremely powerful black Eastern Divine Dragon, the other four Divine Beasts were quite well-behaved. However, once they left that place and lost the powerful suppression of the Divine Dragon, the natural instincts of these Divine Beasts were revealed.
"Honorable Samoyed, could it be that you still haven't returned to the Western World?" He Yiming asked in a deep voice.
It had already been more than two years since they came out of the Land of Death. If this Western Divine Dragon was still wandering around the Eastern World, it didn't seem too reasonable.
Samoyed angrily exhaled from the tip of his nose. Strands of powerful energy flowed from here, and the air unexpectedly carried a faint smell of sulfur.
"I have already returned to the Western World, but because of you, I came back again." Samoyed's anger seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and even his voice was getting louder and louder.
He Yiming frowned. He really didn't understand. He had already behaved humbly enough, but the other party seemed to have an irreconcilable enmity with him. That pair of huge eyes revealed an extremely ruthless expression.
He Yiming's face sank slightly, and said in a clear voice, "Honorable Samoyed, I don't know how He offended you, to actually make you so concerned about him."
Samoyed suddenly roared, and said, "Our Dragon Race's egg, it was you who stole it, right?"
"Dragon Race's egg?" He Yiming was slightly startled, and his expression immediately became rather strange.
At this time, even an idiot knew that they couldn't see through the origin of that mysterious egg no matter what. So it turned out to be the descendant of the Western Divine Beast Dragon Race. It would be strange if they could recognize it.
Samoyed's body began to tremble slightly, and the power on his body gradually increased. His huge dragon mouth slowly opened, and a strong smell of sulfur soared into the sky.
He Yiming's expression suddenly changed. Although the Dragon Race's breath was powerful, it couldn't injure him. However, if he were to make a move here, then the consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.
"Wait a moment." He Yiming suddenly shouted, "Samoyed, if you make a move here, then your egg won't be safe either."
Samoyed's movements suddenly paused, and a storm of anger condensed in his eyes.
He Yiming's figure moved, and already flew down as fast as lightning. His figure was as nimble as a swallow, and with a slight turn in the air, he already flew into a tall building. Merely a moment later, he already flew out with a large box in his hand, and flew straight into the distance.
"Your Excellency Samoyed, if you want the Dragon Race's egg, then please follow me."
The anger in Samoyed's eyes had already completely turned into a fierce killing intent. His wings seemed to move, but in the end, he didn't spread them out. Instead, his figure trembled, and like a cannonball, he streaked across the sky, closely following He Yiming.
White Horse Lightning and Baozhu were naturally not to be outdone, and they quickly followed. However, they and 108 didn't rashly step forward to provoke this Western Divine Dragon's anger, and instead chose to follow from afar.
In any case, with He Yiming's strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to be instantly killed by this Western Divine Dragon, and they could come to his rescue at any time.
The thunderous rumbles in the sky gradually faded away. Only then did everyone stand up, still in a state of shock.
Under the Western Divine Dragon's immense and incomparable pressure, even standing up straight was an extravagant request.
Especially those Xiantian experts, each of their faces were pale. Their feelings were much deeper than ordinary cultivators, and that inconceivable pressure was like a nightmare that pressed down on their hearts.
The muscles on Zhan Hongtu's face twitched slightly, and his heart was bleeding.
This was because he knew that if these Xiantian disciples couldn't walk out of this powerful and terrifying pressure, then they could forget about ever becoming a Venerable in their lives.
However, it was extremely difficult to get rid of the oppressive aura of the Divine Beast from the bottom of his heart. Not to mention these Xiantian disciples, even he himself found it difficult to do so.
"Master, He Yiming and the others …" A Qianshan Sect Xiantian expert whispered.
Zhan Hongtu suddenly woke up. He thought of the various legends about the Divine Dao, and his face became increasingly ugly.
"Pass down my order, all disciples of our sect are to leave the city immediately, and scatter. Don't gather together, and let them scatter in the countryside, and don't return within ten days," Zhan Hongtu shouted sternly.
Everyone was stunned, but when they saw his stern gaze, their hearts trembled, and they immediately ran out to pass down the order.
Zhan Hongtu looked around and said in a deep voice, "When the immortals fight, the mortals suffer. Hurry up and go back, and try your best to get people to leave the city, and don't return within ten days. "
An old man stepped forward and said respectfully, "Sect Master, haven't they already left? If we mobilize so many people, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to control them."
Zhan Hongtu's face was gloomy, and he said word by word, "I also hope that I'm wrong, but now, go and do it …"
Feeling the sharp and almost solemn killing intent around him, no one dared to challenge his authority anymore.
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