"You don't have to be so polite! Let's sit down!"

The Lord of Lingbao stepped down step by step and came to the top of the square.

He smiled at the four sides, his posture was very easy-going, and he could not see the airs of a powerful man in the imperial realm.

"Taixu, Emperor Wa... are all here!"

His eyes swept through the crowd a few times, and first fell to Taixutian and Wahuangtian, above the thirty-three heavenly tyranny, he smiled at the eldest sons and nodded.

Then, his eyes looked at the big tribes such as the Stone Clan and Jiang Clan, and nodded to indicate.

When his eyes fell on the Yushi tribe and saw the young man in white sitting on the side, he was stunned. Then, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "I guess this is Xiaoyou Tang from the Craft Sect!"

"My younger generation, Tang Hao, have seen the Taoist Lord Lingbao!"

Tang Hao stood up again and bowed.

"Not bad! Not bad!"

The Master of Lingbao looked at Tang Hao, gently stroked his long beard, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Tang Hao, even the Taoist Master of Spirit Treasure, has heard of many times. It is really rare for this man to have today's cultivation level in the lower world. The old blood demon was probably not as good as this one.

"Little Friend Tang is the leader of the younger generation. Today's ceremony of Lost Treasures, I am looking forward to your performance!"

He smiled at Tang Hao.

Looking at this scene, many people from all over the world showed jealousy.

With so many forces and so many younger generations of geniuses, the only one who can get the Spirit Treasure Taoist Lord to look at him differently!

Even the young master Taixu and the young master Divine Curse could not help but show a bit of jealousy.

Among the many eldest sons, only the two of them, plus Mr. Li, are considered the younger generation, and the other sons are considered the previous generation, so naturally they will not be jealous of people who are not their own generation.

After a few greetings, the Taoist Lord Lingbao turned around and looked at the other clans.

Tang Hao sat down and continued to wait.

After saying a round of greetings, the Lord of Lingbao stepped into the middle of the square.

"I am here to represent the Lingbaotian. I welcome all fellow Taoists to come to this Lingbao event."

After he stood still, he bowed to the four sides.

"You are welcome to be polite!"

The cultivators are busy with their rituals.

"If you are polite, I won't say much. As for the rules, you should know them all. Then let's start quickly. What treasures can fall depends on your own opportunities!"

As he said, he brushed his sleeves and a ray of light emerged from his sleeves and fell to the ground, and a basin appeared.

"This...is a treasure trove?"

Tang Hao was stunned when he saw it.

This basin is really a bit simple, it is just a very simple bronze basin, especially rustic.

"That's right! This is the treasure pot!"

Yu Shiyan, who was standing beside her, smiled and said.

When she first saw this basin, she also had the same expression.

"Damn it! It's too rustic!"

The four monsters in Tushan muttered.

They never expected that the world-famous treasure pot would look so cold!

The Lord of Lingbao stretched out his hand and touched the pot. He saw the bronze treasure trophy swaying slightly. On the outside of the pot, golden patterns gradually lit up, and ancient talismans appeared one by one.

As these talismans light up, with the treasure pot as the center, a ripples that were difficult to see clearly in the naked eye spread out towards the four directions and scattered into the void in the four directions.

"That is the principle of cause and effect! The treasure pot... has been opened!"

Beside Tang Hao, Mr. Li said.

"The ripples created by these Taoist laws can penetrate any void barrier and spread to the entire Pangu realm. No corner can escape the induction of this treasure pot."

After all the talismans were lit up, the Taoist Master Lingbao turned around, looked at the four sides, and shouted loudly: "But who would like to come first, try your luck?"

After the words fell, no one answered for a long time.

Everyone was a little hesitant. After all, the first one would definitely be the most concerned. If you have good luck and fall into a good treasure, you will definitely make a sensation. But if you fall into a useless treasure, you will definitely be ridiculed by everyone.

"Why, isn't there anyone?" Lord Lingbao smiled, "That's the old man who wants to name it!"

As he said that, his eyes scanned the crowd.

"I'll do it!"

After a moment, someone shouted and stood up.

In an instant, the eyes of the square swept towards the other side.

"It's Wu Ling's old man!"

After seeing it clearly, everyone was a little surprised.

The speaker is the Lord of Wushen Mountain and Wuling God Lord.

"Since you don't dare to be the first one, then I'll do it!" The God of Wuling stepped forward with a heroic look on his face. "Last time, I was lucky, and I fell into an imperial weapon. I think this time, my luck must be good!"

"Haha! Old Wuling, you are thinking too beautifully, and you want to put an imperial weapon? That imperial weapon was thrown away by your ancestors of Wushen Mountain. It happened to be found by you. How could there be so many imperial weapons lost in Wushen Mountain?"

"that is!"

Many seven disasters burst into laughter.

In the treasure ceremony, the supreme weapon is naturally the best, but it is extremely rare. The imperial weapon is considered the best, and if it can fall into one, it will be considered a great fortune.

"Hmph! How could it be that there is no? The history of my Wushen Mountain is not much worse than your clan. There have been many amazing figures in the history of my Wushen Mountain." Wuling God Snor angrily snorted.

As he said that, he strode to the center of the square.

He saluted the Lingbao Taoist first before he walked to the treasure pot.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and put it on the treasure pot, he seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up and looked forward.

Not far ahead of him, the young man in white sat upright and looked at him with a smile.

"Damn it! It's this kid again, it's so fucking unlucky!"

The old God of Wuling turned black and cursed inwardly.

He immediately moved, turned his direction, and stopped looking at the young man in white.

To him, this kid is a broom star, and he will never be lucky if he meets this kid.

"Blessings from our ancestors, we must give me great luck and let me find the lost treasures of our Wushen Mountain!"

He closed his eyes, closed his hands, and prayed to the sky.

Then, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and placed it on the basin.

In an instant, the treasure pot shook violently, and a golden divine light soared into the sky from the pot, rippling in circles, with the pot as the center, swinging wildly towards all directions.

"What a dazzling divine light!"

Everyone in the square shouted softly and raised their hands to cover their eyes.

"Is there any good baby born?"

Many people said in confusion.

After a long time, the violent movement slowly subsided and the divine light disappeared. Then, over the treasure pot, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and a pitch-black thing fell down, and with a clang, it fell into the basin.

Everyone stood up quickly and looked at each other with wide eyes.

The Wuling God also showed an anxious look and hurriedly looked at it.

After he saw it clearly, his whole body was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning, his face full of joy and expectation were frozen there.

Gradually, his face turned ashen and ugly.
Chapter completed!