Myriad world Hall, the ambition of the soul Race!

In the eighth soul Pavilion of the sun Slayer tribe.

On this day, the eighth soul Pavilion was decorated with lanterns and streamers. It was extremely lively.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The door of Palace 9526 was knocked.

Bai Xiao's clone, who was wearing a purple robe, opened the door and walked out.

Ying Rong was standing in front of the palace door.

"Brother Bai Xiao, you're still cultivating?" Ying Rong asked with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yan was puzzled.

"Recently, the Crown Prince led the experts of the tribe to kill su mo, the master of the primitive world. Su Mo's statue has been erected in the myriad world Hall. Let's go and take a look." Ying Rong said with a smile.

"A statue? What statue?" Bai Xiao was puzzled.