Yuan Zun understood the meaning of Shui Qianque's words.
Apart from the forces from the Nine Heavens, most of the warriors who surrounded them were warriors from the Eighth Heaven, and most of them were members of the Eighteen Ancient Clan!
Among the eighteen ancient clans, there was an elder who entered the Land of Creation two years ago, but the only elders who came out alive were Shui Qianque of the Tunshui Ancient Clan and Morocang of the Ancient Evil Clan.
What happened during this period, why the others died, and whether it was directly related to these two people are all matters that the other Sixteen Ancient Clan members care about.
What's more, Yuan Zun, She Yin and Hong Ling are not very strong. One is a low-grade Seventh-level Heavenly Lord, one is a low-grade Eighth-level Heavenly Lord, and one is a low-grade Lord. However, they can leave the land of creation alive. There is no fate inside.
There is no reason, and it is definitely impossible.
What's more, since they can leave the Land of Creation alive, they must have obtained the inheritance inside. Wouldn't it be a bit stupid to leave a few of them indifferent?
They were not like the four elders of the Nine Heavenly Powers who ran away in a hurry out of shame. After all, they had no idea who Yuan Zun was and what was so scary about him.
In the eyes of this group of warriors, he is nothing more than an inconspicuous low-ranking seventh-level heavenly master, and he is also the one who is easiest to rob and bully!
But seeing that Shui Qianque from the Tunshui ancient tribe and Moro Cang from the ancient evil tribe were by his side, everyone was inevitably suspicious of the relationship between the two and Yuan Zun.
If such a little-known boy really took away the Chaotian Creation, it would be difficult to rob it, so it’s time to take action against him now, right?
"Elder Cang!" A hearty voice suddenly came from the crowd of warriors who were getting closer to Yuan Zun and the other five, and the person named by this voice was naturally the solemn-looking Morocang.
He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes passed through the people in front of him and landed on a middle-aged man hiding at the back.
After seeing Mo Luo Cang, this man's face showed a hint of surprise. Seeing the latter's eyes focused on him, he smiled faintly, mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, and left a shining star, appearing in front of Mo Luo Cang in the blink of an eye.
Beside me!
"Moro leaves!"
This middle-aged man, called Moro Ye by Morocang, looks about in his early forties. He belongs to the orthodox Guxie tribe. His cultivation level has broken through the eighth level of heaven and earth. Although he is not very high, he is still in the ancient evil tribe.
, it already has a certain status and weight.
"Elder Cang, you have been missing in the Land of Creation for two years. You have successfully obtained some inheritance, right!?" He wrapped his voice with spiritual energy and shocked it into Morocang's ears.
Moro Cang nodded calmly, processed the sound in the same way, and said without being caught by outsiders: "Mo Luoye, have you seen this kid standing next to me? His name is Yuan Zun, and he possesses an extremely mysterious attribute.
Power can produce powerful evil energy and evil intentions!"
"I guess this kind of attribute power can match our ancient evil clan, and can even strengthen our overall strength and even bloodline power. So no matter what happens today, I must protect him, even if it costs me my life.
We must not let him die here."
In just a few words, Morocang introduced Yuan Zun to Moro Ye, and expressed his position and attitude. If there is a robbery of fortune, he will definitely stand on Yuan Zun's side!
The implication is that there is no need for Moro Ye to be surprised or question.
He looked sideways, furrowed his brows, and looked back and forth over Yuan Zun, but he couldn't see what else stood out about this boy besides being handsome.
But even Moluocang is sure that Yuan Zun will have a transformative influence on the future of the ancient evil clan. He need not say more. Today's goal is to, together with Moluocang, lead Yuan Zun to win over more than a dozen other ancient clan elders and clan members.
Under your nose, leave the sea of bones!
Although Yuan Zun didn't know what Moluocang said secretly to Moluoye, he knew that he and the Guxie clan could not be enemies for the time being.
"Shua"
Just when someone was about to ask questions, there was another sound of breaking wind in the sky, and a beautiful shadow passed over the heads of everyone, and then slowly floated next to Shui Qianque of the Tunshui Ancient Clan.
This is a slender, curvy woman with a slender waist and breasts, which are all hidden under the light skirt. Yuan Zun smells a faint body fragrance and can't help but turn his head to look. What he sees is
A pretty face with excellent appearance.
Although she is a little inferior to She Yin and Hong Ling, she has her own charm. Her imaginative waist and breasts attract the attention of many warriors.
This woman looks like she is only 26 years old, but she already has the cultivation level of the eighth-level Heavenly Lord, which is far higher than that of Moruoye, and even comparable to Moruo Cang.
As a member of the Tunshui Ancient Clan, she must not be an ordinary member of the tribe, at least, she is at the level of a clan elder.
"Elder Twelve and Seven, long time no see!"
She narrowed her eyes charmingly and bowed slightly to Shui Qianque beside her. Even though she was surrounded in this situation, she could not see any panic at all.
"Shui Weier!" Shui Qianque recalled in his mind. Although he had some impressions of her outstanding appearance and figure, he almost didn't recognize her immediately after seeing her suddenly today.
"I haven't seen you for two years. Your cultivation level has been directly promoted from the realm of the eighth-level heavenly master to the lower level of the eighth-level heavenly master!?"
Shui Weier smiled and nodded: "Thanks to the elders, Wei'er has found a place of good fortune in the past two years. Although he narrowly escaped death, his cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds, so he has not embarrassed you!"
After saying this, Shui Weier's beautiful eyes moved lightly, first scanning over She Yin and Hong Ling, whose appearance and figure were better than hers, and then her eyes fell on the side of Yuan Zun's face.
He secretly thought that this kid obviously only has martial arts cultivation of the lower level of the Seventh Heavenly Dao Heavenly Lord, but why do he still have a strong feeling that everyone is focusing on him!?
Shui Qianque knew that the current situation was urgent and it was not the time to talk and chat, so he also used spiritual energy to wrap the voice and spread it to the latter's ears.
"Weier, listen to what the elders say, no matter what, we must invite Yuan Zun to our Tunshui Ancient Clan!"
"Yuan Zun? Are you talking about this inferior seventh-level Heavenly Lord?"
Although Shui Weier didn't know why Shui Qianque wanted to invite Yuan Zun to the Tunshui Ancient Clan with such a solemn and strong tone, she guessed that it might have something to do with the inheritance in the Land of Creation.
In the end, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and opened my mouth to ask one more question.
"If the elder wants to invite Yuan Zun back to the Tunshui Ancient Clan, he needs to take him away from the Sea of Bone Burial. Could it be that the inheritance in the Land of Creation was taken away by him!?"
Shui Qianque took a breath of cold air. He couldn't deny it, but he definitely wouldn't come.