Descent of the Phoenix

"The young people's ideas are too bold and sharp, too desperate.

However, it is such an impulse, but we can never be there. ”

In this silence, the silver family who had never spoken, sighed and sighed slightly toward the king of the island.

"This era is young people, and the world after this is also young.

This is not what we expected. ”

The sound is not big, and the words are headless.

But this means that almost everyone in the hall has a vague understanding.

Among them, the most is the spectator's clear cloud call and Capricorn.

It is almost a guess that it is not far from ten.

At the moment, the two men glanced at each other and their eyes flashed with a glimmer of shock.

Such a big deal, they dare to do, really dare to think.

"Hey, hey..."

Just as the voice of the silver family’s voice fell.

Suddenly, the dull bells came out of the Bijing Palace and shrouded in all directions.

The left and right guards heard a glimpse of the sound, and looked up.

Bijing Palace is a layer above the first floor, and the curtain in the front hall has been opened.

Then standing in this position, the eyes can already pass through the front hall and look outside the Bijing Palace.

The blue sky is like a weave, and the white jade steps are paved and turned into the distance.

At this time, on this white jade step.

The black-pressed Wenchen military commander, each with a armor, stood in front of the Bijing Palace.

The bells are flying, drifting through thousands of miles.

This is the bell of the Qidao Baiguan.

This is the gathering of the largest forces in the world under the sun.

The hundred officials are in perfect harmony and the power is at its peak.

On the main hall, at a glance, the left and right guards of the scene and the silver family are long, and the brows are slightly wrinkled.

Who is the gathering of the hundred officials gathered in the temple?

It is said that the people who have been aware of the Shaoguan have already reached the front of the King of the Crystal Palace.

So, gather together.

This……

"Wang Zun." The low screaming screamed over the blue sky and lingered on the Palace of Bijing.

All the above-mentioned officials of the city, all the masters of the island, gathered together and worshipped and worshipped the king of the palace.

The king of the island, Shousi, looked up and glimpsed a hundred officials in the distance.