"Wait a moment, we have been notified..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the gate, cupping his hands towards Xu Ziyan and saying with a smile:

"My fellow Taoist Xu is here, and the flowers are shining brightly. △,"

Xu Ziyan bowed her hands and returned the greeting: "Eighth Elder, you are well."

"Hehe, please!"

"please!"

In the meeting hall of the Celestial Clan, the guests and hosts were seated, and the eight elders showed a trace of complacency. When he thought about it, if Xu Ziyan came at this time, it must be that something had changed in the catastrophe of Shangyuan Continent, and Xu Ziyan could no longer cope with it and came to ask for help.

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"Fellow Daoist Xu, but the catastrophe of Shangyuan Continent has changed?"

"Change?" Xu Ziyan glanced at him in surprise and said: "There is no change, it's still the same."

"Pretend, you just try your best to pretend!" The Eighth Elder despised in his heart, but still said with a smile on his face: "That's the best. Now we, a hundred tribes, have too much time to take care of ourselves. If something really happens on your side, we will let you know.

The pressure on our side has increased dramatically."

Only then did Xu Ziyan understand what he meant. Seeing the faint complacency on his face, and comparing the current Baizu with the souls of those Baizu, he couldn't help but sigh.

These hundreds of ethnic groups are really inferior to each other!

With this thought in his mind, a hint of contempt appeared on his face.

"What is this look?" The eighth elder was stunned: "Why do you think Xu Ziyan despises me? Why should he despise me? Why should he despise me?"

At this time, Xu Ziyan was a little impatient and said lightly: "You are the only holy monk in the Celestial Clan now?"

"Yes!" There was a trace of vigilance on the face of the Eighth Elder: "The holy monks of the Heavenly Clan are all in the Fourth Immortal City of the Hundred Clan." At this point, he added with some guilt:

"However, if something happens here, the clan leader will immediately rush back with all the saints from the hundreds of clans."

Xu Ziyan glanced at the nervous eighth elder in surprise. Then he suddenly realized his nervousness, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes:

"Go and inform your clan leader to come back!"

"Shall I inform the clan leader to come back?" the eighth elder asked in shock.

"What? Are you doing what your clan leader wants?"

"But……"

"Or do you think you can stop me if I do something here?"

"I……"

"Go quickly!"

Xu Ziyan's tone was full of doubts. The Eighth Elder's face was stagnant, and then became extremely ugly. Since he became a saint, no one has been able to be so strong in front of him, even Yang Hui was in front of him.

Three points of face. But now Xu Ziyan is like ordering him.

but……

He just can't attack yet. In terms of strength, he is not Xu Ziyan's opponent. In terms of favors, the Celestial Clan owes Xu Ziyan. And he really can't make the decision for Yang Hui. The most important thing is that if Xu Ziyan has any disadvantages to the Celestial Clan, it is not something he can do.

Stopped it. Thinking that Xu Ziyan proposed to see Yang Hui, he should not do anything harmful to the Celestial Clan, especially now at the time of the catastrophe. He no longer hesitated and stood up immediately and said:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please wait a moment. I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Yeah!" Xu Ziyan nodded slightly.

The eighth elder strode out of the door. Then he shuttled through the space. He was more anxious than anyone else. He left Xu Ziyan sitting in the Celestial Clan. After he left, there was no longer a holy monk in the Celestial Clan. How could he not be anxious?

?

Xu Ziyan picked up the tea cup in front of her and drank it slowly. Before she drank a third of it, she saw a group of holy monks appearing outside the door of the meeting hall. They were the holy monks of hundreds of tribes. Yang Hui left.

At the front, walking towards the main hall, he laughed and said:

"Fellow Taoist Xu, rare guest, rare guest!"

Xu Ziyan stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Chief Yang, now is the time of catastrophe, so I will keep the story short. In the era of hundreds of tribes, there was such a group of monks..."

Xu Ziyan simply told the whole story. Although he said it simply, the hearts of the monks from the hundreds of tribes were full of shock. At the same time, they also felt ashamed. The chief of the Kunpeng tribe, the chief of the giant tribe, the chief of the earth spirit tribe, the chief of the Fu tribe

The clan leader and the Dan clan leader took a step forward and saluted:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm sorry!"

Xu Ziyan waved her hand and said: "I got up today to send back the souls of the living seniors of the Heavenly Clan. The souls of other monks from the Hundred Clan are also being sent back to the Hundred Clan in batches by other Saint-level monks."

The Bai Clan were overjoyed when they heard this. Although the strength of these soul bodies was no longer as good as before, they had a relatively complete inheritance! It was precisely because the Bai Clan lost part of their inheritance that the current Bai Clan's strength was not as good as in the Bai Clan era.

This is a huge favor...

Thinking back to the previous decisions of the Bai Clan, Yang Hui's face was also burning at this moment.

Xu Ziyan sacrificed the space fairy weapon, and thousands of heavenly clan souls flew out from the space fairy weapon. Yang Hui saw Yang Mantian at a glance, his eyes became moist, and he trembled:

"Uncle Seven..."

Yang Mantian looked at Yang Hui and said coldly: "Xiaohui, are you the current leader of the Celestial Clan?"

"yes!"

"How did you become the leader of the clan?" Yang Mantian said angrily: "When the catastrophe is coming, you are making your own calculations. Don't you know that this will harm hundreds of clans?"

"I……"

"What are you?" Yang Mantian was furious.

Xu Ziyan didn't want to stay here to watch the show. In any case, Yang Hui's face would not look good if he stayed here at this time. He said:

"Senior Yang, Ziyan still has many souls to send to the Hundred Clans, so I say goodbye."

"Sorry to trouble you, fellow Taoist Xu!" Yang Mantian's face softened, and he cupped his hands towards Xu Ziyan and thanked him.

"You're welcome!"

After Xu Ziyan returned the gift, she walked outside.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please stay!" The chief of the Kunpeng Clan stepped forward and said with expectation in his eyes: "Are there any seniors from our Kunpeng Clan?"

All the monks in the hall looked at Xu Ziyan expectantly, and Xu Ziyan nodded with a smile:

"They are all there, but some races have more races and some races have fewer races. Now the souls of the seniors of the other nine races should have been sent back. Within one day, we will send the souls of all the seniors to each clan."

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Xu!" All the clan leaders bowed deeply towards Xu Ziyan, even Yang Hui.

"Farewell!"

Xu Ziyan left the main hall, stepped into the void, and shuttled away.

Within one day, the souls of the monks from the hundreds of tribes were sent back, which was a big event for the hundreds of tribes. However, the first thing these souls did when they appeared was to scold the current patriarch of the hundred tribes.

The clan leader could only listen. However, they did not immediately form an alliance with Xu Ziyan. They still needed to gather together to discuss.

However, they also explained to the souls of these seniors. They said that there is actually no use in forming an alliance with Xu Ziyan now. Not forming an alliance will not harm the interests of the hundreds of tribes. Because on the way to the Shangyuan Continent from one broken continent to another

There is a dangerous forbidden area that only saint-level monks can pass through, while monks below the saint-level cannot pass it at all.

This explanation was immediately reprimanded by the senior souls: "Is there a danger in the forbidden area? Then you holy-level monks won't transport the monks with space fairy weapons?"

Although they said this, these senior souls also knew in their hearts that with their current situation, they could only urge the hundreds of tribes, but they could not order them. Therefore, after cursing for a day, these senior souls simply retreated and began to organize themselves.

The inheritance that you know, do your part for your own race.

The chiefs of the hundreds of tribes once again gathered in the Fourth Immortal City of the Hundred Tribes.

Inside the meeting hall.

The heads of the hundreds of clans sat there with a look of disgrace on their faces, with a look of embarrassment on their faces. These days, they have been scolded by the souls of their predecessors a lot, but they still have to endure it. This is not only because those souls are theirs.

The elders, especially because they know what those soul bodies said makes sense.

So not only did they have to endure it, but they also had to prepare a place for them to preserve their souls. This was not a soul, and the jade that could guarantee the immortality of the soul was not an ordinary jade. The reason why the souls of hundreds of tribes could survive in the depths of the trench

, because there is a jade pool formed by colorful jade mines there. Therefore, the best place to preserve the soul is colorful jade, so they searched everywhere for colorful jade, causing the price of colorful jade to skyrocket.

After all the preparations were completed, the heads of the hundreds of tribes took time to gather together to discuss. They had to come up with a decision as soon as possible, because the soul ancestors at home were still waiting for Xin'er. And this matter really couldn't be delayed, no matter what

What the final decision is, there must be a charter.

There was silence in the main hall. Yang Hui sat at the front seat and didn't speak, and the people on both sides didn't speak either. Sometimes they looked at each other and showed a wry smile.

"well……"

I don't know who sighed, and then there was a sigh. Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and then laughed. Such a smile made the atmosphere in the hall relax a little. The leader of the Earth Spirit Tribe spoke.

road:

"Leader of the Alliance, everyone, in fact, there is nothing to consider about this matter. Aren't the lessons from the era of hundreds of tribes painful enough? Forming an alliance with Xu Ziyan is the most correct thing, and the sooner, the better."

"Not bad!" the Kunpeng clan leader said.

"I agree!" said the leader of the Fu Clan.

"I agree!" said the Dan clan leader.

"I agree!" Several other clan leaders also nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever thought about it?" the Earth Clan patriarch said with a gloomy face: "Just a verbal alliance with Xu Ziyan is of no use at all. Because there are forbidden dangers between our more than 100 broken continents and Shangyuan Continent, except

No one can cross over the holy monks. Therefore, such an alliance is meaningless. We, the holy monks, cannot be allowed to become tools for transporting those low-level monks, right?"

All the saints nodded after hearing this. Although they all knew that this was because of the Earth Clan's obstruction against Xu Ziyan's resentment, they had to say that the Earth Clan's patriarch made sense.

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