Above the clouds, there is a huge and magnificent hall, and the geometry of this palace is very delicately used.

On its plaque, it is marked with the words "Wanzong Palace", which exudes a very solemn atmosphere and cannot even be challenged.

Inside the Great Hall of Ten Thousand Sects

The space inside is very large, and some people in different clothes sit in an orderly manner on the long tables that have been prepared for them.

At the front of the main hall, there are seven long tables on the opposite side, and the view is just right, and you can see all the forces below the palace, except for one long table, the other six long tables are already full of people.

Sitting at these six long tables were six of the seven deacons, and in one of the long tables, sat the old man Mai and the purple cloth beside him.

The old man in sackcloth stood up with the silver cane in his hand, glanced at the people in the hall, nodded and said, "Okay, everyone is here, let's start!"

At the bottom of the palace, a young man put it to his master's ear and whispered, "Master, why is there one less deacon on the seven long tables above!"

"Stupid, don't say such things, since the Great War of the Three Clans hundreds of years ago, the Shi Ling Sect that participated in it has fallen, but no one has been able to take over the position. The middle-aged man who was called a master by the young man scolded in a low voice.

When the young man heard the middle-aged man's scolding, he immediately stepped back and said apologetically: "Master, it's the apprentice who knows too little, and the apprentice is sorry." ”

At this moment, some sects that couldn't wait spoke, "Lord Leita, is there something important about you convening the Ten Thousand Sects Conference?" And the Lord of Lei Ta they are talking about is the old man in Mai - Lei Qian.

When Lei Qian heard the words of those sects, he said in his vicissitudes of voice: "I'm sorry, everyone, I came in such a hurry to gather everyone to come to this hall of ten thousand sects. ”

"This time, the main reason why I convened the Ten Thousand Sects Conference is that the Holy Son of Time has appeared, and I want to talk about how to find the Holy Son of Time. When Lei Qian talked about the Holy Son of Time, he could prolong his tone.

"I can't find any trace of him in the Sky Dome Tower, it seems that someone can hide it, and the time lamp has also been extinguished, it should be that the spirit of time in his star sea has been covered. Lei Qian said slowly again.

The other five major deacon forces, hearing what Lei Qian said, immediately turned their heads and looked at Lei Qian in dismay.

The forces below were also immediately sensational, and they all whispered to each other.

"The Holy Son of Time, isn't it one of the eleven Holy Sons of Cangling who has long since disappeared?"

"That's right! It has now been forgotten by the world along with the Space Holy Son, and even the Eleventh Holy Son of Cangling has been renamed as the Nine Sons of Cangling. ”

"I heard that after the fall of the Shi Ling Sect, there has never been an outdated Shi Ling Holy Son again. ”

At this moment, sitting at the long table next to Lei Qian, a middle-aged woman stood up and shouted, "Impossible, the bloodline of time has fallen, and even my brother-in-law died in the Great War of Ten Thousand Sects." ”

She is the six major deacon forces, the sect master of the Light Spirit Sect - Mingyue, although Mingyue is middle-aged, her facial contours look very smooth, and her skin is also very good. It can be seen that when Mingyue was young, she was also a beautiful woman who was shy of flowers in the closed moon.

"Don't forget, what is our Heavenly Dome Tower for, how can the Holy Son Lamp be wrong!

The moment Lei Qianku's hand landed on the long table, an overwhelming mystical power immediately swept through the entire Ten Thousand Sect Hall. Immediately, some of the people who were relatively weak in the major sects were directly overwhelmed by the terrifying mystical power emitted by Lei Qian on the jade and gold bricks of the Ten Thousand Sect Palace, and all of them were pressed to the ground, all of them had distorted faces and were very embarrassed.

The reason why Lei Qian was so angry was because Mingyue's words doubted the ability of their Heavenly Dome Tower in front of everyone, and slapped him in public.

The patriarch of the Feathered Serpent Clan, the leader of the six deacons, saw Lei Qian clapping his hand on the long table angrily, and immediately covered his mouth with the dark green feather fan in his hand, and smiled angrily when he saw the excitement: "Great, the catastrophe of heaven and earth has more protection." ”。

"Yes, so we have to find the Holy Son of Shi Ling, we must!" Lei Qian said after hearing Yu Man's strange words, he turned his head sideways to look at the charming Yu Man.

"I'm against it! If you don't look for the Holy Son of Time, you can't guarantee the forces in this hall, and I don't know what dirty things will be done to break this new generation of Tianjiao. An old man who looked very healthy said in a deep voice.

Although Ao Po has reached old age, his voice is still so sonorous and powerful, and he is worthy of being the king of the demon beast clan.

At this moment, Mingyue also spoke, "I also agree, if you don't look for the Holy Son of Time, it is better to let him grow than to be robbed and harmed by many forces." ”

"I agree with Patriarch Ao too!" said a handsome black-haired teenager who raised his hand.

This person is the patriarch of the Hades Clan-Yedi, although he is a teenager, he has already ascended to the throne of the underworld.

Yedi ascended to the throne of the underworld, but he didn't use any unsavory means, he relied on his own strength to ascend to the throne of the underworld.

"I agree with the Lord of the Heavenly Dome Tower, looking for the Holy Son of Light," said a young man in white.

Although he looked very young, he was indeed the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect - Mo Jing, and his words directly brought the scene to a stalemate, three to three.

And the forces below also raised their hands to agree and not to raise their hands, which is strange and evenly divided.

At this moment, the door of the Great Hall of Ten Thousand Sects was opened, and a blonde-haired young man walked in, followed by a white-haired old man behind him.