The origin of evil spirit

Lu Ming and the rest would find a place to stay.

Three days later!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The majestic sound of the bell reverberated throughout the ancient capital of Mount Yuan.

The great emperor had gathered all the experts.

In the ancient capital of Mount Yuan, countless powerful cultivators gathered towards the source of the bell.

"So many experts!"

Lu Xiangxiang raised her head and looked around.

Countless figures whistled past.

Some people had particularly terrifying auras. Even if they didn't deliberately release their auras, the faint Emperor pressure could still be clearly felt.

A martial Supreme!

Many Martial Emperor powerhouses had turned into an Army of martial emperors.

The number of Emperor-ranked forces that were scattered outside the nine sacred lands gathered together was astonishing.

Of course, the absolute Saints and Emperor-to-be were the most numerous.