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Luo Zheng made a fuss at the bottom, but very little information was conveyed to the thirty-second heaven.
Although the Yuanling clan knows Luo Zheng very well, they will not pass on Luo Zheng's information to their subordinate races. The people of the Ziyun clan are naturally a little surprised.
"Interesting," the Immortal Realm expert from the Ziyun Clan looked down at Luo Zheng, "This round of Chaos' true meaning of defeating the Holy Body has been banned. Your physical body should not be able to get in. Human beings, how did you do it?"
Did it?"
"Why should I tell you?" Luo Zheng's shoulders shrugged slightly.
As soon as Luo Zheng finished speaking, several Ziyun tribesmen rushed over. The first Ziyun tribesman had already assumed a condescending posture, "Human, the words that Elder Hu of our tribe asked you are yours."
It's an honor, you'd better answer honestly, otherwise..."
Human beings in this round of chaos are very low-key. A large number of Saint Soul realms such as Gan Gaohan can be said to be people with their tail between their legs in the thirty-second heaven. This Ziyun tribe does not take Luo Zheng seriously.
"Otherwise what?" Luo Zheng smiled.
"Otherwise..." The Ziyun tribesman suddenly got stuck.
The Sanmu tribe is afraid of the Ziyun tribe because the Ziyun tribe has ways to torment them. However, the group of humans in Taitian Palace are still under the protection period of Ping Yitian, so the Ziyun tribe has no good way to take advantage of Taitian Palace.
"Otherwise, after this round of chaos, I want your Taitian Palace to disappear in Pingyitian," Elder Hu of the Ziyun tribe said in a deep voice.
This "chiluo" naked threat attracted the attention of other beings from the other side present.
The creatures on the other side, including the Three-Eyed Clan, all looked at Luo Zheng with surprised eyes. These creatures on the other side were also somewhat good. These Saint Soul Realm actually refuted the Ziyun Clan. Isn't that looking for death?
Gan Gaohan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly laughed "hahahaha".
Gan Gaohan, Ning Xuyuan and the others were also very popular ministers in Taitian Palace, second only to Donghuang and Ying Lao, but every time they entered the thirty-second heaven, they felt filled with anger.
For the long-term development of the Heavenly Palace, they have never dared to compete with other races on the other side. They always greet them with smiles. If they enter the temple cautiously, they have to look at the faces of the races on the other side around them.
When the Ziyun Clan was about to launch an attack, Gan Gaohan was still thinking about how to deal with it, but then he thought about it, now Donghuang and Ying Lao were trapped by them, and the faces of the Taitian Palace and the Yuanling Clan had already been torn apart.
Under the absolute disparity in strength, begging for mercy and begging for mercy is meaningless.
"This Elder Hu from the Ziyun Clan," Gan Gaohan walked forward, "is at least an immortal, but his brain doesn't seem to be working very well?"
"What did you say!" Elder Hu's voice was originally very deep, but now it was even colder.
The faces of the surrounding Ziyun people were instantly covered with a layer of frost. How could a mere human soul have the right to speak like this to an immortal? Although Gan Gaohan's strength was far from that of his opponent, he was an old and eccentric figure after all.
What big scene have you never seen before? He still said calmly: "Yuan Lingming has attacked our Tiangong several times in the mother world, but unfortunately they were easily destroyed by us. The relationship between us and the Yuanling clan
Enmity is irreconcilable, and your Ziyun tribe is just a mere vassal of the Yuanling tribe. Have we given in now, and can you ask the Yuanling tribe to let us go?"
Although the Ziyun clan defected to the Yuanling clan, they were not the strongest among the other races under the Yuanling clan, and they had almost no say.
Gan Gaohan's words made Elder Hu choke, and his horse face trembled, "You, you are looking for death!"
"Looking for death? It's not difficult for a powerful person in the immortal realm to make my Yang soul disappear into ashes, right?" Gan Gaohan choked back.
"call!"
Elder Hu's tall body jumped suddenly, flipped in the air, and a purple broad knife in his hand burst out with terrifying power, volleying towards Gan Gaohan's head and slashing him down.
Gan Gaohan neither dodges nor avoids, only looks at him coldly.
In the blink of an eye, the broad purple knife slashed Gan Gaohan's forehead.
The blade touched Gan Gaohan's forehead and stopped strangely. The sword that split the sky and cut the earth had no effect at all. All the power was eliminated by the rules of Fandutian. The battle on the bronze ground was meaningless.
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Of course Elder Hu knew it, but on the one hand, he took action because he was angry, and on the other hand, he wanted to shock Tai Tiangong.
After sheathing the knife, Elder Hu threatened again, "I hope you will never encounter us Ziyun tribesmen in the world of the next volume, otherwise I will cut you into pieces and leave!"
When he was calling the elders to take the clan members away, a voice rang.
"etc."
Luo Zheng walked out slowly.
The people of the Ziyun tribe turned around and looked at Luo Zheng with cold eyes.
They said harsh words and had nothing to do with the people in Tiangong. You can imagine their anger. The eyes staring at them were like knives, and they wanted to cut Luo Zheng into pieces.
"I want to know who from the Ziyun Clan will enter the Immortal Scroll," Luo Zheng smiled slightly, "I would like to ask you to take care of me in the meantime."
Luo Zheng naturally doesn't really want them to take care of him. This is another way to declare war.
Elder Hu's eyes suddenly lit up. He had forgotten that since this kid can hang his body on the Sanqing Stone, if he hangs his soul on it, he can also enter the immortal scroll!
"Very good," Elder Hu frowned, "Wudang!"
The Ziyun tribesman named Wudang walked out immediately.
This time, the Ziyun tribe will send a total of six people into the Immortal Scroll. Wudang is the trump card among the six. He has a total of ten engravings on his body, including five holy soul engravings and five calamity bone engravings. This is only thirty-two.
Zhongtian also has an extremely excellent physique.
Wudang squinted his eyes and smiled, "Since you opened your mouth, I, Wudang, have taken note of it. I hope you won't disappoint me and let me take good care of you."
Behind Wudang, there were five other Ziyun tribesmen. Their eyes showed unfriendly looks, obviously they wanted to keep Luo Zheng as their opponent in mind.
The people of the Sanmu tribe not far away looked at this scene, their faces full of shock, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
"Fei Yu, although this man has helped you save your life, I think you still have to do what you can to repay your kindness..." the Jiutian clan member said to Fei Yu in a low voice.
Fei Yu was also helpless, "Grandpa, I know..."
Although he knew that Luo Zheng should have some extraordinary means, it was too irrational to confront the Ziyun Clan before the Immortal Scroll was opened.
What makes Fei Yu even more difficult to understand is that the elders of Tai Tiangong are also like this. However, even though his grandfather told himself so, Fei Yu is not an ungrateful person. If he can save himself, he is still willing to give Luo Zheng a hand.