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Moreover, the ethereal clan, which has been extinct for a long time, has a master again, how can this make them not think about it.

At that moment, after a short hesitation, the six sects followed behind Luo Yu and the other three according to the distance, and walked towards the Ethereal Sect.

As for the seventh camp, they are already excited to keep up.

The Ethereal Sect, here, was once a holy place for the world's masters.

It is the highest peak in the Lethe Continent.

It is an irreplaceable existence.

Everyone stepped in, but the distance was like two worlds.

Tranquil and elegant, unhurried and calm.

It is staggered, as if at the beginning of heaven and earth, a piece of peace.

There is the slightest violation of war and chaos in the outside world.

The six sects were not originally tense, and they were also ruthless and out of place, but in the meantime, they all converged one by one.

At that moment, the crowd was full of restraint and shock, and followed Luo Yu and the other three towards the Ethereal Palace.

No one spoke along the way, and its fierce momentum was completely taken away by the ethereal sect.

After nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps,

The group walked up the white jade staircase that could climb the clouds.

The primary color light flashed in front of him, and a primary color hall stood in front of everyone, solemn, atmospheric, sacred, and noble.

What is revealed in the momentum of Tongtian is dignity, domineering, and the grace and warmth of Ze Shousheng.

On the door plaque looking down on everything, three big characters are written in the primary color of amethyst, ethereal palace.

The ethereal main palace, this is the palace of the ethereal patriarch.

"Please." Falling Feather was the first to enter, and the crisp sound broke the silent silence.

The six sect masters are not more than 100 years old, and when they saw the legendary palace of the ethereal mountain patriarch, even though they tried their best to resist its momentum in their hearts, they had already unconsciously lowered their momentum.

Hearing this, the six sect masters hesitated for a moment before they went in.

At this time, there are no butterflies and bees in the hall, and there are only the domineering spirit of the king and the solemnity of the eight directions.

The clouds kill the sky, the feathers fall, the dark night, when you first walk to the high wall of the ethereal patriarch's portrait, bow slightly, to show respect.

The six sect masters who followed up in the rear and the masters who got on the table.