In the year 1324, on the last day of autumn, the Linyuan City on the side of the cold abyss was extremely lively.

The eight lords came to the cold abyss early with their own subordinates, and they were waiting patiently.

The vast surface of the cold abyss looks somewhat chilly at the moment.

The mist is dark, the water vapor is faint, and the cold air is exalted.

As soon as the sky was bright, a loud horn sound slowly came from the depths of the ancestral court.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to come from the infinite eternity, revealing a sense of desolation and sorrow.

With the sound of the horn, ripples began to appear above the cold abyss.

"Since Ji Zu Ding Donghuang, where more than 1,300 years, Ji Zu is merciful, to rule the world with benevolence and filial piety, the past generations of Ji Zhu have not failed to respect the heavens and ancestors as the first priority, cultivate the common people, and benefit the four seas......"

On the shore of the cold abyss, Li Ji always felt a little familiar when he listened to the earth-shattering ode, and looked at the sneer on the corner of Mingque's mouth, and then he reacted, that voice seemed to be Ji Zhu's, that is, Mingque's cheap father.

"Today, the Ji clan will elect Ji Zi and continue the Ji clan's legal system!"

With the voice of the Ji Lord, the sky gradually became clearer, and the newborn morning sun shone on the cold abyss at this time.

The crimson golden light suddenly enveloped the entire ancestral court, and at this moment, the black tower of the ancestral court was bathed in divine light, and the blurred brilliance shrouded the clear sky, and the entire Ji clan was like a new life.

As soon as Master Ji finished speaking, he saw the two sons in front of him kneel in the direction of the ancestral court reverently and began to salute, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, without the slightest sloppiness.

As for Li Ji's subordinates, they are not qualified to kneel and worship, they can only stay behind and wait, such a scene, there are still six places in this Linyuan City, this is an honor that belongs to the eight masters, and this is an exclusive ceremony for their Ji descendants.

Li Ji seemed to see the vicious gaze in Xiao Hei's eyes in a trance, but that gaze turned out to be Mingque.

Li Ji rubbed his eyes, and saw Xiao Hei smile kindly at him, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

As soon as the two sons finished worshipping, Li Ji heard a suppressed roar from behind, accompanied by the roar, and the sound of flapping wings, followed by a gust of wind.

Li Ji looked back, almost not scared stupid, only to see two old men in black robes, leading two flying dragons over, the flying dragon was the Western climbing dragon that Li Ji saw that day, with a huge body and a hideous appearance.

The dragon, which was tens of meters long, behaved like a fowl in front of the two old men, their eyes were full of fear, but their trembling limbs could not stop the old men's progress.

Seeing the two giant dragons staggering closer, Li Ji and the others could only dodge to the high place on the side, but these two dragons were a bit big, and on the empty dock, only two sons were left waiting for the two black-robed old men.

"I've seen Sect Elder."

When the two Mingque saw these two old men, they hurriedly saluted respectfully.

The old men nodded slightly, and then pulled hard, and the black iron chain in their hands suddenly tightened, and the old men passed the iron chain through the ring on the dock, and then pulled it hard.

With a bang, two huge dragon heads smashed straight to the ground.

Li Ji, who was in the heights, swallowed his saliva when he saw it, looking at the momentum exuded by the two bronze dragons, they were definitely not weaker than Yuan Ying!

Looking at the sad look in the amber dragon's eyes, a bold idea appeared in Li Ji's heart, could this be a sacrifice? Could it be that this primordial dragon is a sacrifice?!

No way! No way! Such a dragon is in the prime of life, how can it be killed like this!

Li Ji shook his head violently, and he struggled to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

But as soon as he turned his head, Li Ji saw the same shocked Lu Qiu Demon King.

On the side of the cold abyss, eight bronze-colored flying dragons whined in a low voice, and the terrible dragon chant gathered together, and finally entrenched above the abyss, not dispersing for a long time.

Slowly, the surface of the cold abyss began to ripple, and a terrifying aura began to slowly encroach on the surroundings.

Li Jizhi felt that the hairs on his body stood up in an instant, that was the fear of death, that was the fear of the unknown.

That breath is the strongest existence that Li Ji has sensed so far, and the Ji Lord, who was high in the past, is afraid that he is just an ant in front of this person!

"I'll just say it...... Your big lake, pump it out and dry it, or the hell knows how big it can grow......"

Li Ji whispered in his heart, he looked at the churning cold abyss, and struggled to control his constantly trembling body.

"Brother...... I can't take it anymore......"

Li Ji looked to the side in surprise, only to see Lu Qiu Demon King swaying like a noodle, and it seemed that his reaction was a little more serious than his own.

Even the demon king is so virtuous, he is a primordial baby! I'm not ashamed of that!

"Brother...... I think the blood of that big guy under the water...... Gram me ......"

Listening to the words of the Demon King, Li Ji wanted to laugh.

With your old cow bloodline, Shang Fan is a meat-eater, I'm afraid he will kill you!

Now this guy doesn't talk about the virtuous nephew, I guess I heard about my own sword.

Bah! Shame on me!

I heard a crisp sound from the depths of the ancestral court, and the next scene was unforgettable for Li Ji in his life.

I saw the two black-robed old men bowing respectfully towards the ancestral court, and then took out two pitch-black blades like a crescent moon from the Nana ring.

Immediately after that, they knelt down in the direction of the ancestral court, and raised the crescent moon black knife in their hands high above their heads.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and above the cold abyss, a circle of ripples slowly spread, and Li Ji stood tall and saw it clearly.

In his opinion, the ripples in that circle were the terrifying existence under this cold abyss, and they hit a hatcher......

The two old men slowly stood up, carrying the Black Moon Scimitar on their shoulders, and slashed down in the frightened gaze of the flying dragon.

Two poignant dragon groans, accompanied by blood like a fountain, constantly stimulated Li Ji's hearing and hearing.

Soon, Li Ji smelled the pungent smell of blood, and looking at the dragon head that fell into the cold abyss, Li Ji couldn't help himself for a long time.

The bright red dragon blood constantly rendered the icy lake, and there was a circle of blood on the shore of the cold abyss, looking down from above, the cold abyss at this moment was like an eye.

The dark ancestral court in the middle is the pupil, the blue lake is the iris, and the scattered dragon blood is the vitality of this eye.

In a trance, this incomparably huge "eye" seemed to come to life, and an incomparably huge whirlpool appeared around the ancestral court.

The crimson dragon's blood was quickly drawn to the center of the cold abyss by the vortex, and this eye seemed to come to life...... It was slowly looking up at the sky.

Empty and godless, lawless.