The 10-year animal selection conference was held as scheduled.

On the chairs above the assembly, there sat several elders, the head of the house. Lan Yao sat in it. She is dressed in white and snow, her face is like a peach blossom, and her eyes are like stars. A face that captivates the world, so that the people below can't help but look at them again and again.

Lan Yao was still cold, but when he looked at Mo Rong who was sitting on the side, his eyes had some warmth.

Mo Bai did not appear, and Lan Yao also guessed it. She knew that he didn't like to be lively, and at this moment she would rather enjoy the flowers in the courtyard than see this grand occasion.

Outside of the crowd, a chariot hung in mid-air. A man, dressed in colorful clothes, sat on the shelf, beside him, accompanied by two beauties, the two women, dressed in light yarn, the gauze clothes fluttered in the air with the wind, swinging a little spring.

The man's hair was silver. A little lotus flower on the forehead, very coquettish. The face was blocked by a mask, and only a pair of eyes and flowers on the forehead could be seen, all so bewitching.

"Interesting. This person in the human world dares to call the beasts of my demon realm to be mounts. The man spoke softly, not in a tone that was neither angry nor pleasant. He hooked his fingers and took a woman beside him into his arms, his hand caressing restlessly. But there was not a trace in his eyes*.

This Colosseum is actually the entrance to the Demon Realm, which is why the magical beasts summoned here will be so ferocious.

This bewitching man is the king of the demon world, and a few days ago, he learned that the beast of the demon world had a strange movement. I searched for the root and found this place. It turned out that the beast of this demon realm had an abnormal movement, which was caused by the fact that it did not want to be summoned to the world, but it was unable to resist the call of those people, and it was struggling.

The woman in the arms of the bewitching man gradually became a little emotional, her body couldn't help writhing, her weak and boneless hand climbed on the man's shoulder, and her lips couldn't help but want to get close to the man's seductive lips, but before she touched it, her body stiffened, her eyes were incredible, and then she fell down. It fell to the ground and turned to ashes.

"It's really unlucky, I've said it a thousand times and a hundred times, and no one can touch my lips." The man picked up the handkerchief in disgust and wiped his bloodstained hands. Then he grabbed another woman and continued to repeat what he had just done.

The woman is accustomed to it, and she doesn't dare to have any rebellion, so she has to bear it silently, but she is also willing. Who doesn't know that the face of this king of the demon realm is one of the best in the Three Realms, and it is a blessing to be pampered.

Lan Yao sat on the pear blossom chair and saw a disciple standing in the center of the Colosseum, his ordinary face revealing a trace of timidity, but he still stood there upright. The mantra is in his mouth. When the last note is finished. A hole was torn open in the blue sky, and the cave was pitch black. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the black hole. The first few disciples were okay, and the demonic beasts attracted were not particularly fierce, so the black hole in the sky was not as huge as it was at the moment. Naturally, such a huge hole also attracts people's fear.

The disciple also looked nervously at the black hole. "Roar—" A deafening roar came from the depths of the cave. And then with the sound of some kind of behemoth running. From far to near, the earth trembled.

When a giant dragon burst out of the hole and soared into the sky, everyone was stunned.

The disciple was also so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his eyes stunned as he looked at the colorful dragon.

Here, the moment the bewitching man saw the dragon, the expression on his face loosened a little. It's really amazing, even the king's mount has been brought out, see how you clean it up. Hehe.

Lan Yao stared at the dragon quietly, his eyes flashing with longing. Whoever saw this dragon was not only afraid of his heart, but also of endless joy. A colorful dragon, with a roaring fire at its tail, winding horns, and a huge body, each scale shining with a different light, is very beautiful.

"Roar—" The dragon let out another loud noise, and then sped down, trying to break the body of the guy who disturbed his sleep. Just as its fangs were about to bite the frightened disciple who was about to faint. A sword stabbed at it, forcing it to stop its head from moving forward.

When it saw the person coming clearly, it couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. The woman in front of her, not to mention the Demon Realm, is afraid that she is the first beauty in the Three Realms, wearing a long skirt, floating in the air with the wind, it is very like a fairy descending to earth.

The disciple who summoned the giant dragon saw that the quasi-master came to the rescue, looked at her gratefully, and quickly ran out of the central position.

Seeing this, the other elders gloated. In this way, even if Lan Yao died, she had nothing to do with them, these eyes could see clearly, and she herself wanted to rush out to save her. Lan Yao, you're killing yourself, hehe.