“Do the Chaos Race and the Ancient God Race that ranked first still exist?” Su Mo asked again through voice transmission. Since the Ancient Demon Race that ranked third is not pure, the two races that ranked first probably do not. It must exist.
“These two races are rather peculiar. They are not races that reproduce and inherit. There is no ethnic group. It is said that one or two people will appear every ten thousand years. I don’t know the details!” Zhenxian said.
“Only one or two people appear every ten thousand years!” Su Mo was speechless. Could this be considered a race?
However, this is strange. It is not a race that reproduces and inherits. Where did it come from?
Shaking his head, Su Mo didn’t ask any more questions. It didn’t matter to him. He just asked out of curiosity.
Looking carefully at Mo Xiao, Su Mo couldn’t tell that the opponent was young. He could only tell that the opponent was at the beginning of the Martial Saint Realm and was less than a hundred years old.
Mo Xiao naturally noticed that Su Mo was staring at him, but he just glanced at Su Mo and didn’t care.
Because at this moment, there are so many eyes paying attention to him, a small martial artist of the seventh level of Wu Zunjing, he will not pay attention at all.
Immediately, Su Mo looked at the people from all major galaxies one by one. There were many False God Realm talents present, and there were also many geniuses within the age of a hundred.
From the countless discussions around, Su Mo found that there were a few geniuses who attracted a lot of attention.
These people, apart from Mo Xiao, are Long Ao from the Dragon Clan, Xuanjing Buddha from Ami Xinghe, Sun Taishan from the Fighting Saint Ape Clan, Yin Jiu from the Undead Clan, and Feng Ling from the Tianfeng Clan.
These few people, except for the Xuanjing Great Buddha, are all monster races or alien races.
The undead people all wore black robes, and that Yin Jiu was tall and thin, with a cloak on his head, making his face hard to see.
Feng Ling of the Tianfeng clan is a woman with exquisite facial features and a beautiful face. She is wearing a long green dress and even her hair is green, giving people a strange sense of beauty.
As for the Xuanjing Buddha of Ami Xinghe, it was beyond Su Mo’s expectations. He was a young and handsome monk who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very handsome and was wearing a purple cassock. Doze off.
Su Mo casually sized him up and stopped paying attention. His target was Mo Xiao.
While Su Mo was sizing up the geniuses, the other disciples of Wanjie Mountain were also sizing up.
Gao Haoran squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes swept across Mo Xiao from time to time, thinking secretly in his heart.
Although he was extremely confident in his own strength, he was not sure that he could kill Demon Xiao.
After all, defeating is one thing, killing is another.
Therefore, it is definitely not easy to kill Demon Xiao.
There are more and more people gathered in the square, there are countless people watching the ceremony from all major galaxies, as well as countless people from the Taiyin clan.
In mid-air around the square, there was a mass of black clouds, surrounded by people.
Everyone is waiting, the rightful owner of the canonization ceremony has not yet appeared.
It didn’t take long, about half a quarter of an hour later, a group of people in the sky came mightily.
There are fifty or sixty people in this group, and the leaders are two middle-aged people.
One of them is eight feet tall, wearing a blue gown, with a peaceful face, like a middle-aged scribe.
Another middle-aged man, dressed in black, had a cold face, and his black hair almost fell to his legs.
These two are all powerful in the False God Realm, and behind them, Leng Xie said in a bright red robe, wearing a purple crown, with extraordinary momentum.
After that, there are a group of strong men from the Taiyin clan, Fan Yunsheng and Yun Youyou are among them.
“Meet the patriarch! Met the elder Puyang God!”
As soon as a group of people arrived, their figures stayed in mid-air, and countless people from the Taiyin clan saluted respectfully.
The two middle-aged men, the scholar in green shirt, is Yinshen, the patriarch of the Taiyin clan, and the middle-aged man in black with long hair is the elder Puyangshen.
Su Mo also got up and saluted with fists in his hands.
“Free gift!”
Yinshen’s eyes were very gentle, as if he was an ordinary person, he glanced at everyone, and said with a wave of his sleeve.
Elder Puyang God did not say anything, his face was indifferent.
“Thank you, Patriarch!” Everyone responded, shouting loudly.
Immediately, Yinshen led a group of strong men and landed on the northern stand, where seats had already been reserved.
“Thank you all for coming to our Taiyin Clan, if there is any inappropriate hospitality, please forgive me!”