Hun Yuantian didn't seem to expect Xiao Ming to answer like this.
The Soul Clan has a total of four Gates of Death. The four gates can be combined to form a formation. This formation was the most famous formation in Zhongzhou back then - the Realm of Death Formation, which could create a realm of death.
, the strong ones who fall into it, even the Eight-Star Fighting Saint, will be shrouded in the endless breath of death, and finally gradually sink.
In those ancient times, there were many rumors of sectarian forces being wiped out by such a deadly formation.
It can be said to be extremely important to the Soul Clan. If the target this time was not for Xiao Ming, a remnant of the Xiao Clan, the Soul Yuan Genius would not have lent the Dead Silence Gate.
He didn't expect that Hun Miesheng was such a waste, and he actually let Xiao Ming take away part of the control of the Gate of Death. If he hadn't sensed something strange, the Gate of Death might really have been taken away this time.
Now after he came out, Xiao Ming actually dared to say no to him in front of him. Thinking of this, Hun Yuantian shook his white eyebrows, cracked his mouth, revealing the gray teeth, and said slowly.
"Since you don't eat the toast and choose to drink the fine wine, then I will grant your wish!"
While speaking, Hun Yuantian's fingers moved without trace, and traces of invisible fluctuations suddenly emerged from behind Xiao Ming, and finally intertwined into an invisible net that suddenly enveloped Xiao Ming. At the same time,
Hun Yuantian also shot out suddenly and appeared in front of Xiao Ming in the blink of an eye. The smelly palm wind was directly printed on Xiao Ming's chest.
Hun Yuantian's movements were extremely fast. Except for Zi Yan and other powerful fighting saints in heaven, only a few old monsters could see his movements clearly.
No one thought that the seemingly amiable Hun Yuantian would be so decisive in taking action!
The gap between the two realms was too big, just when everyone felt that Xiao Ming was doomed.
"Bang!"
When Hun Yuantian's palm wind was still half an inch away from Xiao Ming's chest, it suddenly solidified, and an invisible layer of defense appeared in his palm.
The surrounding space collapsed and cracks opened.
"The bones in your body are half in the ground, so don't bully the juniors. If you want to take action, you can fight with me, the old man."
As he finished speaking, a space crack opened beside Xiao Ming, and an old man wearing dragon-patterned robes stepped out.
The old man's face is covered with deep wrinkles, and his two small eyes are slightly narrowed, giving people a feeling of dying, but his figure is even taller than the tall Xiao Ming next to him.
The tyrannical aura he exudes also indicates that he is a strong man on the same level as Hun Yuantian.
Sensing the aura of the person who was a little more superior to himself, Hun Yuantian's face was a little solemn. He searched carefully in his mind, but could not find the old man's name. He was even more surprised. When did Zhongzhou have such a person?
A terrifying strong man?
There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and his steps retreated a hundred feet.
"Who are you, and why do you want to interfere in the affairs of our soul clan?"
"I, Zhu Zhen, am only acting on the orders of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor."
"Zhu Zhen? A member of Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan? Dragon Emperor?"
Hun Yuantian was a little dizzy by the news. He raised his head and looked again, only to find Zhu Zhen saluting a Six-Star Dou Sheng.
"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"
"Well, you did a good job this time." Standing next to Xiao Ming, Zi Yan's pretty face was full of smiles.
Zhu Zhen was sent to the Heavenly Court by Zi Yan to guard Xiao Ming when he was in retreat in the Void Thunder Pond.
The faces of Danta Great Elder and Nine-tailed Fox Saint were also full of smiles. They never expected that this powerful Taixu Ancient Dragon was actually the Eight-Star Fighting Saint. It seemed that the outcome of this duel had been decided.
"She is actually the Dragon Emperor of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan!"
Hun Yuantian looked confused. The Dragon Emperor of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan was actually a little girl!
Okay, forget it, why is Xiao Ming, a remnant of the Xiao clan, related to the Dragon King of the Taixu ancient dragon clan! The identities of the two are completely different, and it is difficult for them to intersect.
Is it so difficult to just rely on his face?
Hun Yuantian admitted that Xiao Ming's face was indeed the most outstanding he had seen in more than a thousand years, but was the Dragon Emperor of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan so superficial?
"Now that the situation is clear, is it possible that you still want to take action? Why don't you just get out?!"
Zi Yan glanced at Hun Yuantian. Although she was angry that he had taken action against Xiao Ming, she did not let Zhu Zhen continue to take action. After all, if an Eight-Star Fighting Saint level battle occurred, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Hun Yuantian also knew that he could no longer take action. Today, the Soul Palace has broken the rule that no one above the five-star Dou Sage level in Zhongzhou can take action. If he provokes another eight-star Dou Sage level war, the Hun clan will definitely be suspected.
The Soul Clan has big plans to make next, so he can't be too high-profile.
Moreover, he may not be able to defeat the opponent.
"snort!"
After snorting coldly, Hun Yuantian's hands suddenly transformed into a series of strange seals. Immediately, rich black energy burst out from his palms, and the giant black door next to Xiao Ming, which exuded a strange aura, suddenly flew towards him.
Xiao Ming's eyes narrowed and he was about to intercept, but then he saw the Door of Death being held by Zhu Zhen with one hand and compressed into the size of a palm.
No matter how much Hun Yuantian summoned him, he could not bring back the Door of Death. After the failure, he stared at Zhu Zhen with a solemn gaze and spoke word by word.
"Do you, the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, really want to go against my Soul Clan?"
"The Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan is not afraid of threats from anyone or any force." Zhu Zhen said calmly.
Hearing this, Hun Yuantian's withered face trembled. He knew that with Zhu Zhen blocking him, it would be impossible for him to get the Door of Death back today. He looked at Xiao Ming with a gloomy look in his eyes, and his voice was filled with murderous intent.
:
"Xiao Ming... people from my soul clan are not easy to kill, and things are not that easy to get. In the future, your end will be a hundred times more miserable than Xiao Xuan's!"
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Xiao Ming smiled, and the blood in Hun Yuan Tian's eyes surged.
"Hmph, I hope you will have such a strong person by your side to protect you next time!"
Hun Yuantian flicked his sleeves and sneered, then turned around and swept away from the Fallen Mountains. Behind him, the strong men in the Soul Palace could only follow him in despair.
After watching the people from the Soul Palace leave, Xiao Ming immediately looked at Zhu Zhen, then bowed and thanked him: "Thank you so much, Elder Zhu Zhen, for rescuing the siege."
Today, if Elder Zhu Zhen had not followed him, he would have been seriously injured even if he did not die. The gap between three stars is really too big, especially at the lower levels. However, if he chooses to self-destruct the strange fire, this Soul Yuantian
It's impossible to feel better than him.
"With your relationship with His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, there is no need to be so polite." Zhu Zhen shook his head and threw the Door of Death to Xiao Ming.