Yi Xiao twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Elder Tian will put you there first, give it to me later, it's too early, it seems that I asked all the holy friends for gifts, I don't know what Jian Yu's girl will give"?

Tian Juan's cold and beautiful face became a little embarrassed, and he stroked the holy bag with his hand, not knowing whether to take it or not, to say it or not.

"Okay! I thought about it, the things sent by Jian Yu's girl wouldn't be bad, and she wouldn't be able to handle it if it did. Come on, Juan'er, I'll introduce you." Yi Xiao grinned widely, and his wrinkled face was full of thousands of lines.

"This is Yin Shuo, the elder of the Yin family, Du Qiong, the elder of the Du family, Yan Zhu, the elder of the Qionglai Cave, and the elder Jiang Shu of the Jiang family." Yi Xiao's singing voice was about to breathe, and before Tian Juan saw the salute one by one, he had already finished the introduction.

Tian Juan's face is so ashamed! When did he lose his face like this in front of the Great Sage, but he was embarrassed to turn his face. The Yi family is deeply rooted and is the three pillars of the Holy Domain, which can be offended by the desire hole. I had to blush and nod my head like a cockfight, which was considered a courtesy.

However, Tian Juan was extremely stunned, and when he walked towards the vacant stone bottle, his eyes were still fixed on Du Qiong, the elder of the Du family. "Du Qiong has actually broken through the incarnation realm in hundreds of years."

Du Qiong looked at Tian Juan from a distance and smiled kindly.

"Yi Shen took the disciples to the outside of the hall to entertain, and I have important matters to discuss with the elders." Yi Xiao saw Tian Juan falling into the bottle, and sang a song and commanded.

Dozens of disciples hurriedly escaped after the flowers, trees and stone bottles, knelt down one after another, bowed their heads and exited the main hall.

Easy to whistle a little airspace. An ancient building faintly transformed, instantly expanding and disappearing into the main hall. Outside the walls of the ancient rhyme hall, there is a void light.

Yi Xiao looked around at the elders, and his smile froze on his wrinkled face. "Fellow saints, I will introduce you to two more groups of fellow monks."

Qingguang flashed from the temple opposite the elders, and a group of planters with flower crowns, green branches, and green grass on their heads appeared. Bursts of strange fragrance came to the nose, and the lightly scented temple domain fell into the stamen, and the airspace seemed to be sweet, and the sweetness was a little dizzy. The elders sniffed, and they didn't know when so many planters were sitting on the flowers, trees and stone bottles.

Only then did the elders of the Holy Clans realize why there were no stone bottles in the opposite hall. It turns out that there are already planters in the reign.

"Danhua Holy Land Elder Desire Tong, Begonia Patriarch Hai Coconut, Peony Patriarch Peony Bud, Du Patriarch Elder Du Ji." Yi Xiao's introduction this time was very slow, and the cultivators from both sides came to see the ceremony together, and the color was still bland, lukewarm. The more cultivators came to the border city, the fewer they met, the less they had each other, and they had heard of the name.

Yi Xiao saw that all the saints had seen the salute, and his fingers inadvertently rubbed his nostrils. Tap the airspace, and the corners of your mouth move slightly.

A burst of earthy smell, blowing the peculiar smell diluted the solemn aroma in the hall, and it was mixed together in an instant, and the smell in the hall became strange, and I couldn't smell what it was. The sages frowned, picked and fell.

The leaves of several great planters of the plant clan trembled, their handsome faces were tangled, and a layer of frost hung coldly. The fingers of the green-haired tung branches rubbed the green flowers. glanced at Yi Xiao, and his mouth turned into a crescent moon.

Yi Xiao squeezed a smile. "Dear holy friends and plant friends, these insect friends are the snake clan elder Xiang Ling, the mantis clan elder Mantis Gong, the centipede clan elder Centipede Turtle, and the spider clan elder Spider Jing."

The Great Cultivators of the Holy Clan and the Zhi Clan arched their hands, which could be regarded as giving Yi Xiao some face, but it must be the head of the Yi family who is presiding.

Yi Xiao had a mirror in his heart, most of the sages and planters here were cultivators who had just entered the incarnation realm and the fixed form realm. The prejudice against the Zerg is still too deep. Yi Xiao smiled indifferently and didn't explain too much. "Fellow monks, please show the clan order."

Although the cultivators sneered, their hearts were filled with righteous indignation, and the aura of unspoken words was filled with nameless fire. Hearing Yi Xiao say this, he was also surprised. Whether it is the Zhi Clan, the Zerg Clan, or the Holy Clan, they all received a circular letter from the Elders of their clan: "Order that they must rush to Yijia Tuocheng before the 17th of the 13th month of the 5,597th year of the Yayuan Season, that is, before the end of the Yijia 'Ghost Festival'." Obey the call of the Yi family".

When the cultivators of the three clans came, they received some information from various channels. "I heard that there was an accident in the Yi family's 'mixed yin valley'."

When the cultivators heard Yi Xiao say this, they hurriedly took out their clan's letter and offered it with both hands.

Yi Xiao waved his hand lightly and accepted the letters from the cultivators. Tapping the heart, a blue light flew out, dancing in the airspace, and the light of thousands of zhang was dazzling, and the wisps of colorful glow fell, and the clear stream poured snow, and the stars pierced the clouds.

The star shower fell, and the three-color totem gradually appeared, condensing into the totems of the three families of the red sun, the Xuanyue, and the meteor.

The cultivators stared at the totem, their eyes flashing with three-colored light, and they seemed to be a little demented as if they had been sucked into their souls. The edict has been in the hands of cultivators for hundreds of years, and they are often played with and appreciated. This kind of token, the Holy Clan is called "Santu Order", the Plant Clan is called "Three Color Order", and the Zerg is called "Santeng Order".

The reason why the cultivator is curious is that the token is a white crystal, and the three pictures, three colors, and three Tengs cannot be seen, and it is a wordless token. It is rarely used in the clan, and once it is used, the patriarch of the clan must personally preside over the order, and the scene is very solemn, and the elders of the clan must be in place. Jian Yu, the patriarch of the Desire Heart Cave, and the elders returned to the cave to issue this order, ordering Tian Juan to obey the call of the Yi family, and not to violate the order, otherwise he would be attacked by the three clans of the Holy Realm and the three cities of the Holy Domain.

The "three-color totem" is not a totem of the same race, but a totem worshiped by the Holy Clan, the Zerg Clan, and the Zhi Clan, and the incarnation of the gods of the origin of the ethnic group, and the gods worshiped by all ethnic groups.

The cultivators worshipped the totems of various clans and stood in the empty space with their heads bowed.

Yi Xiao did not put away the "three-color totem", the totem is a treasure that ties the consciousness of the great cultivators of all races. "The totem is now, and the three clans are the same". This is the oath made by countless great cultivators of the three clans for tens of millions of years.

Sure enough, the totem swirls in the sound of the eternal, like the message of the ancient saints, the faint and quiet aftersound is endless, the sound is like quiet, such as the spring rain of "diving into the night with the wind", moisturizing things silently, magnificent, returning to the true children's music, the sound of nature, as if the hustle and bustle of the qiē has been far away, and the soul is baptized by the divine sound again and again.

Yi Xiao tapped the wordless order, the "three-color totem" disappeared, the airspace was clear, and all the cultivators woke up like a dream, and they couldn't help but be embarrassed. What did you hear? I forgot it, I only knew that I was standing in the airspace without any reason, and I forgot what I did. I only saw Yi Xiao's old face smiling lightly, smiling mysteriously, and smiling incomprehensibly.

The phantom of the green old monster Desire Tong jumped into the airspace when the totem faded, and Yi Xiao carefully examined Desire Tong. "If you want to plant friends, please borrow a drop of essence blood and try your body."

Before Yi Xiao's words fell, a pearlescent light flew out of his palm and stopped in the airspace in front of the green-haired old monster Yutong.

Although the green-haired desire was unhappy in his heart, he remembered the power of the totem, and glanced at the ghostly phantom in the air, and muttered in his heart. "Damn, like me, how can it not be, when did the shadow of the ancestor enter the token."

Scolding and scolding, thinking about it, Yutong did not hesitate. Biting the tip of the tongue and poof, spit out a green bead of blood.

The transparent light bead flew towards the blood bead, as if a ball of clear light had risen, containing the blood bead into the transparent light bead, and flew towards Yi Xiao in a blink of an eye.

Yi Xiao held up the wordless message, and the transparent light bead was submerged into the letter. A green-haired shadow flew out, escaping into the phantom hovering in the airspace.

The phantom sucked and became solid, standing in the airspace, scolding with his eyes and scolding, and his teeth clattered with a scream.

Tom! and knelt in the airspace again. Knock! knock nine times in a row, raise your head, staring at the figure in the air with tearful eyes, and a sour nose with tears gushing. Crying and howling: "Ancestor, haven't you soared?

Yin Shi's corolla figure smiled and nodded. "Tong'er, with the 'three-color totem order', you must be in the righteousness of my clan, and you must not disagree, otherwise you must see me."

Yu Tong grinned, burst into tears, and knelt down again and again. "The ancestors can rest assured, if you want to do this, you will complete this business."

Yin Shihua's corolla figure nodded, looked at the desire to Tong affectionately, the shadow slowly turned into nothing, ethereal faded, and turned into a wisp of light smoke and submerged into the "wordless order". The figure, clan position, and battle record of Desire Tong are now on the token.

Yi Xiao saluted to Desire, and sent the "wordless letter" into the hands of Desire, who was weeping. "Elder Yutong, please take a seat."

Wanting Tong wiped away his tears, took the "wordless letter", glanced at the content on the token crystal surface, and silently sat down on the flower, wood and stone bottle.

Yi Xiao picked up another piece of "wordless letter", and with a slight click, the "three-color totem" flew out of the airspace again, and all the cultivators looked focused, bowed down again as if they were in a demonic sound, and stood up to listen to the ancient mystical sound.

Yu Tong sat on the flower, tree and stone bottle, watching Yi Xiao play with the "wordless letter", half-squinting with cold eyes. Fingers lightly tapped on the stone table in front of him, hundreds of blue bamboo tips, ghostly stretched out of the airspace, dozens of condensed on the top of each major cultivator's head. It's too close, only an inch away, and it can break through with a slight fall.

Wanting Tong to be cold, the muscles of his cheeks were tightly tensed on his face, and he looked at the cultivators in front of him with green eyes, his body trembled slightly, he was a little dizzy with fright, and he was frightened and crazy, his face was pale, and he didn't move, he only felt that there were strands of cold sweat flowing down his back.

Just now, when I saw the gods, I was wandering in front of the ghost gate. Yu Tong's hand tightened, and he grabbed the "wordless order" tightly, for fear that he would accidentally drop it, and his heart and blood would be frozen. This token will not be given to outsiders anymore. "This is not trying to figure out the right body, this is playing with life! The old immortal Yi Xiao has a bad heart, and when he moves his hand, he doesn't know how to die."

One by one, the sages took the token, sat down with a cry, and then their eyes were so frightened that their eyes were straight, their faces turned blue, their hearts kept beating small drums, dripping cold sweat fell, and they glanced at the several cultivators who sat down, none of them had a good face. "Damn, I just came back from the ghost gate, who doesn't have a face as white as a dead corpse."

The cultivators found that the "wordless order" was handed back into their hands, and they could no longer see what the cultivators who were kneeling in the airspace were worshipping or crying, and the airspace was clear, and it seemed that the cultivators were worshipping Yi Xiao and crying Yi Xiao. I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The old immortal Yi Xiao said well, with a look of disdain, bounced the table, pursed his lips, squinted his eyes, and stared at the killing aura, and no longer cared about the cultivators looking at his face. (To be continued......)