Chapter 1141 (2/2)

He looked at the light all over the sky, his face was very heavy, ”the hall begins!”

In the center of the huge golden city is a vast square with numerous golden yellow columns and delicate veins carved on it.

At a glance, the current square is full of people's shadow trend. However, even if there are a large number of people gathering, the world is still. No one dares to make a sound at will. Everyone's sight is looking in awe at the center of the square. There is a golden altar with tens of thousands of steps circling, and the top is a tall golden throne, Sitting on it, it seems that you can overlook the whole world.

Now, on the high throne was a slender figure, dressed in a golden robe, slightly pale purple and gold, with noble veins on the edge of the robe.

That piece of familiar lava, compared with in the canglan world, eyes more shining, temperament cold, seems to have a faint floating, people can not help but chill.

It was in such a position that the lively girl had become a man full of prestige.

Zhao Mengdie, sitting high, swept the whole audience, then nodded slowly, ”the ceremony begins.”

In the middle of its jaw, a sound of drinking under the blessing of abundant genetic energy, far agitated, extending along the earth.

On the Golden Square, immediately the rulers of Tianhe religious branch appeared, and the sound of their worship rang out one after another.

”Lord of Beiyuan domain, come here to pay homage. I wish the leader the power and courage to lead Wanyu!”

”The Lord of the wind and snow domain congratulates the master on his longevity and the harmony of heaven and his supernatural power!”

“...”The sound of paying homage was stirring in the square, but the figure on the throne was motionless. His eyes moved slightly and looked at the head of the Golden Square. There were several people sitting quietly. They were all of a feather and a crane's hair, and their identities were extraordinary.

At this time, in such a grand ceremony, these people are slightly closed eyes, do not seem to have any respect, from time to time to look at the people on the throne, some are only a slight hum, extremely disdainful.

At the center of those people were two very old men who seemed to have stepped into the coffin with thin hair and drooping heads, as if they had fallen asleep.

Zhao Mengdie coldly sweeps to these two people, Yang Yan Mou son cold awn twinkles, delicate small hand pinches tightly, a wipe kill machine floats.

The trivial and busy pilgrimage is still going on, and the sound of respect is rippling in the whole world. But who knows, this ceremony is totally different from the past.

Each domain master carefully looked at the Golden Square. His eyes stopped at the place where the elder sat, and then turned his eyes to the other side. There was a large amount of breath surging. The silent crowd in neat golden uniform had a strong smell of blood. On the masks of these people, there were only ferocious ghost oil painting faces.

This team is very famous in the whole Tianhe community. All the people who look at it are afraid. It is the team directly under the Tianhe cult leader and the most fierce department in Tianhe world, Tianhe anti killing team.

Now, the warriors of the Tianhe battle team surround the high altars. The direction they face is exactly where the elders sit. It is obvious that they are guarding against something.