All the races in the square were shocked. A total of eighty-one Dragon Clan Da Luo Jinxian flew up into the sky and landed on the Wanzu Square and turned into human forms. Then twelve extremely powerful Da Luo Jinxian walked out and raised their voices in unison.

: "Dragon Clan's Holy Year, the eighth holy sacrifice, all races come to worship, respectfully invite the Black Dragon Ancestor to come and perform the holy sacrifice!"

With that said, a total of eighty-one Da Luo Jinxian bowed to the tens of thousands of feet of black mountain in the outer island sea.

The next moment, a dragon's roar pierced the sky, and billions of thunders covered the sky as far as the eye could see. Thousands of thunder dragons roamed around, looking down at the ancient land, and the vast power of dragons spread across the entire ancient world.

The monks of all races were so shocked that even the seventy-eight vassal Da Luo Jinxian could not resist.

The thunder shines, the dragon is as powerful as the abyss and the sea, and billions of creatures crawl under the endless black dragon.

While all the sentient beings were in panic, Qing Ling was thinking that at this moment, all sentient beings would never think that the dragon clan in the future would become the mounts of immortals in the prehistoric times, be trampled on at will, and be slaves or favors.

Just when the dragon's power was raging, the sky and the earth were far to the south, and a grand golden light shone in the sky. In the scorching sun, a pair of majestic golden wings spread out, and a cold scream sounded, a golden-winged roc hundreds of millions of feet tall.

The bird soars through the nine heavens, no less powerful than the ancestor of the black dragon. This is the second ancestor of the Phoenix clan, the ancestor of the golden roc.

On the Chinese land, two colors of ink and jade rose into the sky. The vast pressure even aroused the most majestic thing in the prehistoric times - the momentum of the world. In an instant, it overwhelmed the sea of ​​thunder of the black dragon in the east and blocked the sea of ​​golden light and fire spreading raging in the south of the sky.

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However, neither the dragon nor the phoenix clans were angry. They just put away their supernatural powers and dharma after appearing, and the sky became peaceful.

All the hidden powers in the world know that the Qilin clan seems to be able to overwhelm the dragon and phoenix clans, but in fact it is not.

The two kings of Qilin worked together to defeat the dragon and phoenix clans, each with one ancestor, not the dragon ancestor and phoenix ancestor. After all, the bloodline of the Qilin clan is still too cherished, and is too rare than the dragon and phoenix clans. Even if there are thousands of beasts in the wild, it is still

It is three points weaker than the two races.

After all, a vassal is just a vassal. When the main clan is strong, it is a boost. When the main clan declines, it is a backlash.

In the Wanzu Square, the old man Black Dragon stepped forward. In an instant, everyone in front of him and behind him, whether it was the great dragon clan or the vassals of the Wanzu, all bowed their heads.

"See the ancestor!"

Whether it was Tianjie, Jinxian, Taiyi, or even Daluo Jinxian, they all bowed down at this moment to express their respect to the old man.

After the Black Dragon Ancestor made an inspection tour, he showed the majesty of the Dragon Clan's Ancestor on his face, and said in a deep voice: "You are of equal height."

Hearing this sound, those in front of me and behind me straightened their spines.

Qing Ling stood in the crowd. Just looking at the old man in black robe, he felt like thousands of thunders exploding in his soul. The power was as powerful as prison and extremely terrifying!

The old man in black robe stood on the high platform, facing the powerful people of the Ten Thousand Clan and turning his back to the powerful dragon people. His powerful voice reached everyone's ears.

"Today, the Dragon Clan has launched the eighth holy sacrifice, which means that our clan has ruled the Seven Hundred Yuan Society all over the world. The Dragon Clan Era of the Eight Hundred Yuan is about to begin.

This Holy Sacrifice is presided over by me. It is different from the cumbersome one hosted by Qinglong in the Seventh Sacred Sacrifice. I have always advocated competition based on strength, and our Dragon Clan has always put strength first.

Only the strong can survive, and the weak are destined to be the food of the strong!

Therefore, let’s start this Holy Sacrifice directly. Yasu, you come and announce the Sacred Sacrifice to all races. After all, there are many new groups of Holy Sons every hundred yuan meeting.”

After the words fell, among the twelve dragon clan members closest to him stood behind the black dragon, a tall and muscular man with an imposing appearance walked out. He was wearing a fire cloud robe and looked noble, but there was a faint glimmer of evil in his pair of narrow eyes.

He is the second son among the nine sons of the Dragon Ancestor, Yaizhen!

Yaizhen stepped forward and walked out. Even though he was arrogant and domineering, he did not dare to show off at all in front of the Black Dragon Ancestor. After bowing to him, he turned to face the people of all races and said loudly: "There are three sequences for the sacred sacrifices of all races.

The first step is to compete for the ranking of the Holy Son. The top 100 people will be exempted from paying a tribute of 100 yuan!

The top fifty will be admitted to the Dragon Clan Dragon Palace, given the opportunity to breed with dragons, and can enter the Dragon Palace bloodline.

Those who finish in the top ten will even get a supreme spiritual fruit, the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Yellow Plum Spirit Fruit.

The third place winner will get a Dragon Clan Secret Treasure.

The second place winner will receive an ancient dragon treasure.

The first place winner will receive a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure!"

After the words fell, there were many ethnic groups who were participating in the War of All Clans for the first time and were extremely excited. Even if it was too difficult to rank in the top ten, the top 100 would be exempted from paying a hundred yuan tribute, which was extremely exciting for these ethnic groups.

The reason why Xishan did not pay tribute was because in the last hundred-yuan holy sacrifice, Xishan’s first-generation holy son was ranked 88th, so there was no need to pay tribute to the Dragon Clan’s cherished spiritual objects.

Yaizhen ignored the excitement of the tribes below and continued: "In the second sequence, the dragon bloodline is connected with the saints, sons and saints, who can be the concubines of the Dragon Palace, and the first fifty saints, sons and saints can be the orthodox bloodline masters of the Dragon Palace.

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"The third sequence, the Holy Son of all races, sacrifices his body to his ancestors!"

After saying this, Yaizhen stepped back and said no more.

The majestic face of the old man Black Dragon also regained his composure at this moment, and said calmly: "Okay, all the tribes have been waiting for a long time, let's start the first sequence."

After the words fell, the Black Dragon Ancestor's right palm suddenly struck out, five thunderbolts struck in the sky, and an illusory secret realm appeared on the sky.

The black dragon called again: "Old man of the Golden Dragon clan."

"Here." An old man in golden robe walked out from among the twelve great people.

"You come to preside over the first sequence."

"Yes, we will not let our ancestors down." The old man in golden robe nodded in agreement.

Then he stepped forward, waved his sleeves, and a nearly 100-foot-long dragon chair appeared behind him. He said to the ancestor of the black dragon: "Please observe it, ancestor."

The black dragon nodded and sat on the largest dragon chair in the center. The dragon clan leaders behind him sat down one after another.

The old man Jinlong waved his sleeves again, and more than 10,000 black stone chairs appeared in front of the Wanzu clan. "Please take a seat, the clan leaders of each clan or Taoist Daluo friends."

After the words fell, each of the Daluo Jinxian walked to the corresponding seats of each clan and sat down.

Granny Hua Geng also slowly walked to the stone chair and sat down. As for the other clan members, they still only stood behind the clan leaders or the Supreme Lord.

"Please come out, saints and saints of all races!"

From among thousands of ethnic groups, men and women with different temperaments emerge and stand at the forefront of each ethnic group.

The golden dragon old man waved his sleeves and released a ball of bright golden light. A little more casually, the golden light instantly dispersed into ten thousand golden spirit beads and flew into the hands of the saints of all races.

"Please choose the Holy Son of each race to choose a golden sea divine bead and burn it into the totem of your race!"

Qing Ling stepped forward, took a golden spirit bead that flew towards him, and used his magic power to carve out the five peaks of Xishan Mountain. There was also a golden divine snake entrenched on Taichong Peak. This was the Xishan Totem.

When all the tribes came, each tribe was recorded and burned into the Dragon Clan's secret method for use. At this time, Xishan was already an old tribe that had participated in seven holy sacrifices, so naturally there was no need to re-engrave it.

The old man Jinlong put his hands in front of him, and the totems of all races instantly appeared, and then they collided randomly in the air. In just a few breaths, there were four thousand pairs of totems.

Qing Ling also felt the spirit beads in his hands tremble, and a red-haired giant bear pattern appeared next to Xishan's kick, and there were also 1,500 vertical and horizontal lines, which meant that he was the 1,500th game.

The old man Jinlong declared: "The first sequence of the Holy Sacrifice, the Battle of Holy Selection, the first round, a total of 4,800 matches. Please step out of the first hundred saints and saints and enter the Longxu Arena!"

Immediately, two hundred foreign saints came out. With a wave of the golden dragon old man, two hundred saints and saints flew into the sky one after another and were sent into the illusion in the air. In the illusion, hundreds of arenas appeared, and there were two people on each arena.

It's a foreign race, and each arena is thousands of miles wide!

Then, ten Daluo Golden Immortals walked out from the dragon clan on the high platform, sat down cross-legged, and in an instant, hundreds of Daluo distractions were separated, and they entered the ring with Daluo magic power to act as referees.

Everyone outside was looking at the aerial arena attentively. Some were excited, some were indifferent, and most of them were looking forward to it.

A beautiful female spirit walked out in front of the first seat and placed various precious spiritual fruits on the seats of dozens of Venerable Da Luo.

The same was true in front of the Clan Chief Luo of the Wan Clan below. The Clan Chiefs of the Dragon Clan, Wan Clan Clan, and Clan Chiefs all started talking softly, discussing the Saint Sons of each race. The atmosphere in the venue also relaxed, and the depression was reduced a lot.

The old man from the top, the Golden Dragon, gave a soft drink and said: "The battle of the Holy Selection begins!"
Chapter completed!