Chapter 3031: My Emperor Hongtian, rebellion will die 2

Chapter 3031 I, the Emperor of Heaven, will die if disobedient 2
"Master, the dragon palace is here."
In a star palace in the Mohan room ethnic site, an old man from the Red Mist came to the hall and reported to the emperor Hongtian sitting on it.
"Are you here?"
The Emperor Hongtian sat there, a red ring hovering above his head, a smile on his face.
"Yes, except for the arrival of the Dragon King, the three major field-level races of the Tianyan tribe, Ganhaidai tribe, and Pangshan tribe have arrived, and only the Tianming tribe has not yet arrived."
The old man below continues to report.
"I heard that the Tianming tribe is back."
Emperor Hongtian said lightly.
"Yes, Master. The Tianming tribe disappeared for tens of millions of years and suddenly returned. It is said that he was trapped inside the Mohan room ethnic site."
The old man below said respectfully.
"Oh, I don't know how much he has grown now!"
The Emperor Hongtian said faintly, his eyes flashed with a cold look.
....
"Dragon King, some of the Dragon Palace, please here!"
On a planet next to the Tongtian Pagoda, Wang Xian led them down into a hall under the leadership of the Red Mist strong.
At this moment many forces have arrived in the hall.
Among them, the more powerful forces all sit in the front position.
Wang Xian, they were also arranged to a higher position.
"Dragon King, the first three races are the strongest domain-level races in the sky."
Wang Xian they sat down, and the voice of Tian Zhen came.
He glanced over, radiating flames all around, like the flame Tianyan tribe, carrying a shell on his back, a tail, a body like a pangolin and a head like a human pangolin.
A dried moray race in the human vein.
The three realm-level races all have powerful men sitting at the peak of the Emperor.
This is the strongest force in this starry sky.
As Wang Xian glanced around, some forces in the hall were also watching them.
The strong men of each force carried a hint of curiosity and surprise.
For the first time, Dragon Palace stood before a crowd of forces.
"Some of them are senior members of the Dragon Palace. I have to say that your assassination means are really strong!"
Suddenly, at the position in front, a Tianyan strong man with a flame all over his body said lightly.
"A power must always have the power to establish a tribe, otherwise it can only be manipulated by others. We are here at the beginning of the Dragon Palace. Please forgive me!"
Wang Xian heard the words of the strong Tianyan tribe, hugged his fists, and said with a smile on his face.
"There is no need to forgive me. I heard that Yalong exists in the Dragon Palace. Can we show you?"
In front of it, the strong man of the Chuanshan clan said lightly.
"You don't need to look at it, our Dragon Palace is afraid you will be wrong!"
Wang Xian said lightly.
"Haha, this dragon palace is really interesting!"
A strong man of the dried moray eel laughed.
Around, the rest of the forces heard their conversation and listened quietly in the rear.
Nowadays, with the power of the Dragon Palace, ordinary domain-level races really dare not be too arrogant.
Only their powerful races in the starry sky are eligible.
"Welcome everyone to the ceremony of our Red Mist tribe!"
Just then, a voice came suddenly.
Hearing this voice, everyone felt a little stunned.
"Oh!"
The position in front of the main hall suddenly disappeared, and a very spacious avenue appeared.
The road stretched forward, and a huge star appeared in his sight.
"this is?"
Everyone saw this scene, their pupils shrunk slightly, and the light shone.
"Please follow us!"
Two ninth-order powerful men of the Red Mist Goddess flew over, stood on both sides of the road, and greeted the crowd.
"Oh, it seems that Emperor Hongtian occupied a lot of stars at the Mohan Ruins!"
The strong man of the dry sea turtle race stood up and walked towards the sudden avenue with a smile on his face.
The strong people of the Chuanshan and Tianyan clan also stood up and walked towards the inside.
"There are 9,999 planets in the Mohanshi Ruins. It seems that the Emperor Hongtian has cracked some!"
"The strength of the Emperor Hongtian belongs to the top of our starry sky, and there should be no one who can match it."
"In the future, will the foundation of the Red Mist tribe be the stars in the Mohan room ethnic site?"
Some powerful men showed a surprised look on their faces, one by one, walking towards the front.
On the avenue of matrix formation, a strong man is fast.
Located directly in front of it is a huge star, with a huge palace on it.
"Look to the left and right, the Emperor Hongtian has definitely got a lot of stars!"
At this time, some strong men looked towards the surroundings, and in the surrounding void, there were also avenues, which were connected to the stars.
As far as you can see, you can see dozens of stars connected together.
"This ... Emperor Hongtian has cracked so many stars!"
"Look over there, if I remember correctly, it is the of the Mohan family race, and the medicine garden of the Mohan room has been cracked by the Emperor Hongtian!"
"His, the gods at the Mohan Ruins site don't say if there is a powerful elixir, just that planet is very valuable."
"No wonder the Emperor Hongtian dared to establish a race. It turned out to have this heritage."
The strong men of all the powers looked with shock on their faces.
Even the three top-level domain-level powerhouses have their eyes fixed.
After all, it used to be a star of the primary race of a powerful universe.
A group of people walked forward.
Their number of pedestrians is not very large, there are more than a hundred forces, a total of more than 100,000 people.
"Is there a disciple of the Red Mist?"
Walking to the planet in front, the positions on both sides are strong men of the Red Mist.
They are arranged in left and right rows.
Both rows are all disciples above the seventh level of the King of God.
At a glance, there are more than 100,000 disciples of this level.
These are all the disciples of the Emperor Hongtian.
Walking towards the front, it is a huge square with huge and huge flags on it.
Red flags flutter in the air.
In front of the square, there are more than 50,000 strong men of the Red Mist.
Each is a god-level existence.
"Oh, thank you for being able to participate in our Red Clan Ceremony!"
Located on the central throne in front of the square, the Emperor Hongtian sat there.
Seeing a crowd of forces coming, a smile appeared on his face.
Everyone's eyes were looking forward, and their eyes were shiny.
"The Emperor Hongtian established a race. I'll wait for the natural gift to come, congratulations!"
An old man led by the dry sea owl race said lightly.
"Haha, everyone who can come is to give me Hongtian's face."
The Emperor Hongtian laughed and stood up.
"Today, my Emperor Hongtian announced the establishment of the Red Mist tribe, and battled the stars, sweeping all directions!"
(End of this chapter)