Vol 7 Chapter 962: Strong oppression

Looking at the name of the prince, the people in the hall are all wondering, and there are also many well-informed people who have recognized his identity and have a meditation light in his eyes.
"Our courtiers, since the arrival of the emperor, I would like to ask the emperor to forgive me for not being able to meet the sin."
In the opening of the ancestral ancestors, it was a slight worship to the prince of the prince, and even the repairs of the many sacred spirits behind him, without exception, were saluted as if they had met the king.
"It seems that the rumors are true. They have surrendered to the Western Queens." Before the group of monk-dressed monks, the old-fashioned old man opened his eyes at this moment, his voice whispered seriously.
"Look at the posture of their three spirits, the status of this son should not be low." Han Chengdao is also a dignified look, slowly said.
"The friends of the Tao, the old man first introduced, this is the prince of the Western Queens, the heir to the throne in the future, His Royal Highness Qin Zhongxuan!"
It seems that I was aware of the doubtful eyes of the people. The ancestors of the ancestors pleaded with the prince of the prince to the seat, and then they introduced them to the public.
"You don't have to be polite. The prince is here to express the attitude of some royals. After the royal family is in the West, the people are also the people of my royal family. You don't have to be polite with the emperor."
The prince faint smile, although the tone is peaceful, but there is a arrogance, as if the royal family has re-integrated the entire West China.
The many monks who were present were all good-minded people. Even after hearing this, they only frowned slightly, and no one directly spoke. The scene was a little cold for a while.
"Since all of you are so polite, the old man will not be able to host this 100-seat event."
Seeing that everyone does not speak, the look of the ancestors is not too big, but rather a smile.
"As we all know, we have been poor and weak in the past few years, and we can't compete with other three states. The most crucial point is that I am in a bad mood. If they can be unified, I will be in the West. How can it be weaker than the other three states!"
The voice of the sacred ancestors fell, and there was a whisper in the hall. Both the monks secretly thought about it, and the monks sneered and shook their heads.
"According to the Taoist friends, how can I unite with the 100th?" Among the crowd, one of the monks asked.
"This simple, Western Queen is the ruler of the entire Western Wilderness. Before the 10,000 years ago, the king was here. The royal family is now in the world. I am eager to invest in his majesty. It is naturally the best choice." Said, a deserved appearance.
"A good choice, the original 100 events are just the words of your family. The old man is now seeing it!"
On the other side of the main hall, at the forefront of the tribe, a gray robe old man sneered, his face showing a sarcasm.
"This kind of hundred events is just a farce. It is the same to participate in not attending. We will leave the tribe first!"
The voice of the old man in the gray robe fell, and he got up to leave with the tribes of the tribe, but just as his figure was just moving, there was already a figure in the spirits and three bursts.
"Let's relax! Today is a hundred events, so you can't help the tribes here!"
The sound of cold drink echoed out of the hall, and the figure that suddenly rushed out was already shot, and the horrible road of heaven and earth swayed the world, making the old man of the tribe of the tribe change.
"In the middle of the horizon!!"
The old man's hands were gray, and a golden behemoth immediately condensed in front of him, trying to block the palm print.
But he was only the cultivation of the early days of the heavens. It was much weaker than that figure. At this moment, the rushed shots, the roots could not resist, it was a bang, and suddenly flew out and slammed on the ground.
"The fire of the fire, dare to fight with the moon!"
Seeing that the old man in the gray robes was seriously injured, the figure that suddenly rushed out stopped before the sneer, and turned back to the position of the three spirits.
From beginning to end, there was no change in the look of the ancestors and the princes, as if they had only done a trivial little thing.
"The Taoist tribe's Taoist friends are really too anxious. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can openly talk about it, and why it will make this situation happen." It’s like a sacred ancestor who seems to have come back to God. A pitiful opening.
"Which other friends are dissatisfied with the old man's proposal, can be blunt, I am here to discuss a result, you can speak freely."
The voice of the sacred ancestors fell, but there was a dead silence in the hall. No one dared to speak. After all, the people of the gray robe old man also saw it. Even the tribes of the large tribes were the result. Are these small and medium-sized tribes dare to say more? The foundations revealed by the three spirits of the refining spirit are already enough to make their hearts fear.
In fact, even the Hanshan tribes and the tribes, which are the same as the nine large tribes, are somewhat awkward in their hearts. They really did not think that the people who used this three spirits were so interrupted and did not give them any protection. Room for resistance.
Although within the hall at the moment, many of the ancestors of the ancestors from the Western Bane are gathered, and in terms of quantity alone, they may not be lost to the three spirits. But these Taoist-level monks are all from different tribes, and they are suspicious of each other, just like a plate of sand, naturally it is impossible to compare with the three spirits.
"It seems that today's situation can't be broken..." Han Chengdao's heart sighed, and some weak thoughts.
It is also true that, as he expected, in the face of absolute strength, there will soon be many tribes who have joined in and agreed to the proposal of the three spirits.
"The predecessors of the birds are saying good, only the unity is the only way out for the West China. We are willing to invest in the royal family to serve the royal family."
"My Tiangou tribe is willing to..."
"Liu Shen tribe approved..."
The echoes of the road were one after another in the hall. The smile on the face of the ancestors was even stronger. After a slight nod, they looked at the large tribes such as the Hanshan tribe.
"You friends, what about you?"
The voice of the sacred ancestors fell, and behind the three spirits of the refining spirit, there was a strong scent of sorrow, which made the large tribes tremble with a sense of oppression.
"My Hanshan tribe also..." Han Chengdao's look was gloomy, but he finally sighed. When he was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by a calm voice.
"The original so-called West Wilderness is just some cartilage heads!"