"The Yanyang Clan? What kind of small tribe? The god of a mere small tribe dares to mention the word 'face' in front of this emperor?"
Zhang Ruochen's voice was loud and full of arrogance, without giving any face to Yanyang God.
Yanyang God's face was a little confused. There were many gods present, and being ridiculed like this was no different from being slapped on the face. It was very hot.
Your majestic God, have you ever suffered such humiliation?
"The Yanyang clan is the eleventh clan in the hell world and one of the lower four clans." King Xiaoyang's figure was upright, his voice was sonorous, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I have never heard of the Eleventh Clan. I don't want to be acquainted with an inferior tribe like you, so go away!"
Yanyang God's face turned red, and there was a chill in his eyes.
If the Yanyang tribe wants to gain a foothold in the hell world, they must make good friends with all parties and not be too weak, otherwise they will only end up being bullied by others in the future.
Yanyang Tianzhu changed his gentle character just now, and the divine light emerged from his body, and he said impassionedly: "The ancestor of our clan, Siyang Tianjun, is one of the heavens. He has survived the catastrophe of the ten-dimensional meeting, and he is not a small clan."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes finally fell on Yanyang God and he looked at it carefully.
The Yanyang God is so arrogant that he still has to bring out his ancestor in order to calm his opponent.
"That's not right. I remember that the Four Yang Heavenly Lord is the ancestor of the Yanyang Civilization in Heaven. His cultivation is indeed unpredictable, but how did the Yanyang Civilization become the first small tribe in the hell world?"
Zhang Ruochen seemed to have thought of something and said to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Such a majestic figure as Siyang Tianjun can't be a greedy person who is afraid of death and has taken refuge in the hell world, right?"
Many gods from the hell world present started laughing.
Especially the undead tribes all looked like they were watching a good show, and they were very prejudiced against the Sun tribe being included in the eleventh tribe. But this was a decision made by the heavens, so naturally they could only restrain themselves and try not to exclude them.
The gods of the Yanyang Civilization all looked angrily, and if they weren't afraid of Han Shang's powerful cultivation, they would have already taken action.
Han Shang chased Jin Jue to death, which was still very intimidating.
The gods of the seven small clans in the Hundred Clans Royal City were originally following the Yanyang God, but their faces were dull at the moment. Even the Yanyang God was ridiculed like this, what kind of position do they have in the hell world?
I am afraid that I will become a slave in the future.
How could Han Shang really not know about Siyang Tianjun and the Yanyang tribe joining the hell realm? It was obviously a deliberate humiliation.
Yanyang God's expression was extremely cold.
In the past, Yanyang God was an unattainable giant in Zhang Ruochen's eyes. Only by relying on the moon god could he block Yanyang God's killing attacks. But now, Zhang Ruochen looked directly at him without any fear.
What about the ancient gods who have been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years? He has already caught up.
There must be a place for him in this universe.
"What's wrong with you? If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me." Zhang Ruochen said.
The Ghost Lord and Qianqian, the spiritual power god wearing a phoenix crown and robe, walked out of the Ghost Emperor's Mansion.
Before the body arrives, the laughter arrives first.
"Emperor Qiang, you haven't come back for a hundred thousand years. Many major events have happened in the hell world. You don't know that it is normal for the Yanyang tribe to join the hell world."
The ghost master's gaze fell on Zhang Ruochen with a smile, and a strange color flashed across his face.
Zhang Ruochen temporarily let go of Yanyang God, and noticed the subtle expression of the ghost master, and was secretly shocked. Could it be that this old guy is also the old man of Han Shang, and he saw some clues?
Zhang Ruochen said: "No matter what happened to him, today the Emperor of Japan came to the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Mansion to investigate the organization. Who dares to stop it?"
With that said, Zhang Ruochen walked up the steps majestically.
On the steps and in front of the mansion door, the gods all retreated.
"Today is my 700,000th birthday, and there are many guests here. If Emperor Qian comes to celebrate his birthday, I will welcome him most. If he comes to disturb the situation, don't wonder that the door of the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Mansion is not open to you."
Xue Changjin came out with a group of ghosts and gods from the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Mansion, all of them were very impressive and stared at Zhang Ruochen who was about to break in with evil eyes.
The frost on Yanyang God's face finally melted away, revealing a smile.
It seems that Han Shang is not so powerful that no one dares to offend him in the entire hell world.
Zhang Ruochen sneered: "Many major events have happened in Fengdu Ghost City one after another. Are you still in the mood to wish me a birthday? It seems that you are just as the god Jin Jue said, and you are also an envoy."
As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder in the clear sky.
No one can remain calm in the presence of gods.
"Emperor Han, please don't say this nonsense! Framing someone to blame is also a death penalty." A great god from the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Mansion spoke in a very serious tone, not afraid of Han Shang.
Xue Changjin was very calm, and his power emanated invisibly, and said: "In the past hundred years, how many gods have been killed in vain because of the three words "organization". This has become a method used by the organization to kill gods and a sharp weapon used to create unrest.
Emperor, be careful what you say!"
Zhang Ruochen said: "The one who caused the turmoil in Fengdu Ghost City was Jin Jue. I chased him to the outside of Yuwai, captured him, and used all possible means to force out your accomplice. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop him from blowing himself up.
Shenyuan almost died with him."
"Today, I am wounded and have come here to kill the enemy and clear out the ghost city of Fengdu, so as not to cause trouble again."
Yanyang God said: "Who knows if you have ulterior motives?"
Zhang Ruochen couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I have remembered that Zhao Wu from the Central Ghost Emperor's Mansion is also a member of the Liang Organization. It is said that you have a very close friendship with him, so it seems that you are quite suspicious!"
"How can I, the Lord, be a member of the Measurement Organization when you are so slanderous?"
The Yanyang God was the one who really couldn't bear it any longer. The divine flames on his body burned and turned into a huge fireball, causing the weaker gods and false gods present to retreat one after another.
"What? You still want to do it?"
A city of the underworld was released from Zhang Ruochen's body and collided with the divine flame light ball, knocking the Yanyang God back several steps.
The Yanyang God's blond hair turned into red gold. He stood upside down and punched out. If it could pierce the space, it could smash the city of the underworld.
Under Zhang Ruochen's pressure step by step, Yanyang God had to take action.
If we don't take action, the Yanyang tribe will only be bullied and ridiculed in the hell world from now on.
"Haha! How dare the God of a mere small clan be so presumptuous in front of this Emperor?"
The divine light of death and the divine energy of darkness surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body, triggering a massive amount of martial arts rules and patterns, and punched out.
"Boom!"
Two fists collide.
The tyrannical wave of divine power spread outwards. Fortunately, the divine formation here was activated, and the gods present released regular divine patterns, which suppressed the spreading power.
With seven punches in a row, Zhang Ruochen beat Yanyang God so hard that he was knocked out.
"Ancestor of Hades!"
Zhang Ruochen's voice contained a spiritual attack, and at the same time, a tall and ferocious figure of the Underworld Ancestor appeared, pressing down on the Yanyang God with a palm.
The Yanyang God's face was gloomy, and he drew circles with his hands to hold up the world of gods.
The two scorching suns are rotating in the world of God. They are his two divine planets. They are extremely huge and a thousand times heavier than ordinary stars.
"boom!"
Cracks appeared on the ground under the feet of the Yanyang God, and the underground divine formation was unable to withstand such a powerful impact of divine power.
Xue Changjin was relatively calm, but everyone could see the anger in his heart.
The ghost master raised the corner of his mouth slightly and used his spiritual mind to send a message to Xue Changjin: "There is something wrong with this Han Shang!"
Xue Changjin had a ghost in his heart and didn't know how to fight back. When he heard this, he asked: "How can you see it?"
"As far as I know, Han Shang has an arrogant and wild personality. How could such a person wear half a mask? That bone mask is a bit interesting," the Ghost Lord said.
Xue Changjin looked at the half-bone mask on Zhang Ruochen's face and saw some clues. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became.
"Wow!"
The hand knife was swung out, slashing out a beam of light dozens of feet long.
The sword light cut off Mingzu Guangying's arm and separated Zhang Ruochen and Yanyang God.
"stop!"
The next moment, Xue Changjin appeared between the two gods, and the powerful cultivation of the soul-stopping realm exploded. The regular divine patterns spread under his feet, evolving into a world of gods, separating Zhang Ruochen and Yanyang God to the two ends of the world.