"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!