Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Four Six Fang Clan
The white light is dense.
The void twists and vibrates.
Around Void, a large number of monks gathered.
When Changzhou entered the range of ten thousand miles, some strong men turned their heads and looked in a certain direction, frowning slightly: "The monks of the Ziyun clan have arrived!"
Ziyun clan!
Upon hearing this name, all the monks present frowned.
"Ziyun Clan!"
In the Nanyang clan camp, Nanyang Ling didn't know why, but a face appeared in his mind, and a strong murderous intention arose in his heart.
A strong man from the Ziyun clan has arrived.
But I wonder if the Ziyun Saint in his memory will also come.
If the other party really comes, then the grudges in the Death Forbidden Zone should be properly settled.
Whenever he thought of his physical body being destroyed by Ziyun Sheng, Nan Yangling became furious.
If he really deliberately made an enemy of him, he would have nothing to say if he was hit hard.
However.
He clearly showed no hostility, but the other party destroyed his body without saying a word.
This hatred, this hatred.
If it wasn't completely solved, he would never be able to swallow his breath.
Later.
Nan Yang Ling looked at the other clan camp again, the murderous intent in his eyes becoming stronger again.
That is the camp of the Beili clan.
the other side.
Bei Lifeng seemed to be aware of the murderous look in his eyes, so he followed the feeling and met Nan Yang Ling's cold eyes.
Regarding this.
There was a disdainful smile on his lips.
at this time.
The void shook, and a long boat came through the sky, appearing openly in the sight of all the monks.
I saw more than a dozen monks standing on the long boat. The leader was dressed in purple and stood in front of the long boat with his hands behind his back. His handsome face showed no emotion.
"The monks from the Ziyun clan are here!"
"Hey...it seems like there aren't many monks from the Ziyun clan this time!"
After seeing the visitor, there was some commotion in several clan camps, but it quickly calmed down.
The monks from several clans discovered an unusual place.
That is because there are very few monks from the Ziyun clan this time.
To know.
There are hundreds of monks from other clans.
Looking at the Ziyun clan again, there are only less than twenty monks on the long boat.
Either the Ziyun Clan has given up on fighting for the ownership of heaven and earth and randomly sent a few monks to deal with it, or the Ziyun Clan believes that these dozen monks are enough to win the ownership of heaven and earth.
If it's the former, that's fine.
But if it is the latter, it means that the strength of these dozen monks is extraordinary.
While the various clans were silently sizing up the Ziyun clan, Shen Changqing and others from the Ziyun clan were also sizing up these clans.
Nanyang clan!
Beili clan!
The Red Eye Clan!
Cold Whale Clan!
The Xianyu clan!
When he saw the monks from the five major clans, the corresponding names automatically appeared in his mind.
When seeing the Nanyang clan and the Beili clan, Shen Changqing paused obviously.
Especially when he saw the two familiar faces in the two major clan camps, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.
It's not that enemies don't get together.
This scene.
What fell into the eyes of Bei Lifeng and Nan Yang Ling was naked ridicule.
"Purple Cloud Saint!"
Bei Lifeng clenched his fists secretly, with almost no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes.
He didn't expect it.
The monk led by the Ziyun clan this time turned out to be the same monk who robbed him of the Pure Stone in the Death Forbidden Zone.
When he saw that only a dozen monks from the Ziyun clan came, Bei Lifeng had other thoughts in his mind.
"You know him?"
In front of the Beili clan camp, a young man in white noticed the murderous intention in Beili Feng's heart and asked lightly.
Hear the words.
Bei Lifeng nodded: "He is the monk from the Ziyun clan who snatched the Pure Stone in the Death Forbidden Zone and destroyed my body. His name is Ziyun Saint!"
"Purple Cloud Saint?"
Bei Li Wentian murmured to himself, but found that he had never heard of it.
the other side.
Shen Changqing had put away the long boat, and all the monks from the Ziyun clan appeared in the void.
"The Ziyun clan only has a dozen or so monks here. Could it be that they are giving up on fighting for the right to own the world?"
At this time, a cold voice came.
Shen Changqing followed the voice and saw that the person speaking was a woman in white with skin as thick as gelatin, bright eyes and white teeth.
moment.
He found some relevant memories of the other party in Ziyun Sheng's memory.
The saint and fairy of the Xianyu clan.
A genius whose name is on the list of gods.
no doubt.
Each of the geniuses who can be ranked on the list of gods has the strength to rival the king of gods.
Later.
Shen Changqing looked at the camps of other clans again, and corresponding memories emerged in his mind.
Genius!
All geniuses.
The leaders of the five clans are all powerful men of the Tianjiao level, and they are all on the list of gods.
In Ziyun Sheng's memory, these monks were the targets he had pursued.
at this time.
The fairy spirit who was the first to speak saw that Shen Changqing did not answer his question and did not even look at him more. A flash of displeasure suddenly flashed in his beautiful eyes.
"Are all the monks of the Ziyun clan so uneducated?"
"Hmph, what about our Ziyun clan? When will it be the Fairy Clan's turn to talk too much here!"
Ziyunfang seized the opportunity and immediately responded with words, showing no mercy to the other party.
As soon as these words came out.
The fairy's eyes turned cold: "Who are you?"
"I am Ziyun Fang, the candidate saint son of Ziyun Holy Land."
"Candidate Holy Son?"
A look of doubt flashed across the fair face.
"I remember that the Ziyun clan has many holy sons, but it seems that there has never been any candidate for the holy son, right?"
They are from the same clan.
Naturally, it is impossible for the Xianyu Clan to know nothing about the Ziyun Clan.
In fact.
The Xianyu Clan knows a lot about the Fourteenth Peak of Ziyun Holy Land, which represents the Ziyun Clan.
It is precisely because you have some understanding that you feel doubtful.
Because in the minds of the fairies, each of the fourteen peaks has a Holy Son, but there is no such thing as a candidate for the Holy Son.
"There are so many things you don't know."
Ziyunfang sneered.
While he was speaking, he was also silently observing Shen Changqing's face. When he saw that the other party had no intention of stopping him, he became more courageous.
If it were in the past, Ziyunfang would not have dared to be so arrogant when facing the saint of the Xianyu clan.
After all, the opponent is a genius who ranks among the gods, and his strength is beyond his ability to compete with.
It's different now.
The Xianyu clan has geniuses, and the Ziyun clan also has geniuses.
Although Shen Changqing is not currently on the list of gods, in Ziyunfang's view, that will happen sooner or later. In terms of strength, he may not be weaker than the geniuses of other clans.
Another point.
Since the python emperor only sent them here, it means that the other party believes that with their strength, they are still qualified to win the clan ownership despite facing hundreds of monks from other clans.
You know your own business.
Although his strength is not weak, it is impossible to match most of the strong men of the Xianyu clan.
This way.
There is only one possibility left.
The Python Emperor believed that he could directly smooth out the gap in the number of monks with this holy son alone.
When Ziyunfang responded.
In the direction of the Beili clan, Beili Wentian sneered and said: "It seems that the Ziyun clan has made some changes, which is not bad. If all cats and dogs can be named the Holy Son, it will be a shame for us.
The dignified Ziyun clan doesn’t even have a single genius named on the list of gods, it’s really ridiculous!”
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk about our Ziyun clan!"
Ziyunfang took a sip, his eyes full of disdain.
This scene.
Bei Li Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he directly struck Ziyun Fang with a palm.
The terrifying power is like the heaven and earth shattering.
All the voids affected exploded with a bang.
"not good!"
Ziyun's face changed, and a strong warning appeared in his heart, as if the power contained in that palm was completely beyond his ability to resist.
Just when he wanted to give it a try.
Shen Changqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed out his index finger calmly.
moment.
The terrifying power that shattered the sky and shattered the earth had disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
There is only the healing space that explains what has just happened.
See here.
The pupils of all the monks in the clan camp suddenly shrank, and when they looked at Shen Changqing's eyes again, they had become very solemn.
"I didn't expect that the Ziyun clan would actually produce a powerful man who could stand on the stage!"
Bei Li Wentian's face was solemn, and he no longer meant any contempt.
Masters compete with each other.
With just one and a half moves, you can guess each other's depth.
When Shen Changqing took action, he already felt a strong threat.
obviously.
The opponent's strength will definitely not be much weaker than your own, otherwise it would be impossible to give such a feeling.
The fairy's beautiful eyes stared at the other party, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? I don't remember that there is such a strong person in the Ziyun clan."
"I am Ziyun Saint!"
Shen Changqing smiled lightly and answered casually.
Purple Cloud Saint!
Upon hearing this name, most of the monks from several clan camps had a flash of doubt.
no way.
The Holy Son of the Ziyun Clan is different from the Holy Sons of other clans. The Holy Sons of other clans are all unique, so they naturally have quite a reputation.
But there used to be quite a few Holy Sons in the Ziyun Clan, and each of them was not too outstanding in strength. Although they had a certain reputation within the clan, few of them had actually been heard of outside the clan.
but.
With Shen Changqing's action just now, the words "Ziyun Sheng" have penetrated deeply into the hearts of each clan.
"Is his strength really that strong?"
In the Nanyang clan camp, Nan Yang Ling had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He knew very well what level of strength Bei Li Wentian had reached.
The other party is a genius who has been on the list of gods. To be taken seriously by such a powerful person shows that in the eyes of Bei Li Wentian, Ziyun Sheng is almost a powerful person of the same level.