"Sir Ziyang, Zilong is indeed a bunch of nonsense. The demon cultivator named Mowen did indeed save the four of Zilong and the others, and it was the demonic cultivator who told us about the attack."
"Originally, if we had made preparations in advance, we could have kept the sacred fire source until you arrived! But all of this was ruined by Zilong's series of stupid decisions."
The great saint Ziyuan also hurriedly came out to plead for Zhuo Wen, whom she had never met before.
Although she had never met Zhuo Wen, some of the information Lei Jia gave her told him that Zhuo Wen had no ill intentions towards their Zixuan clan, so she also had a good impression of Zhuo Wen.
Zilong's pretty face turned pale and ashen. She knew that her dying struggle was of no use. With so many people accusing her, she had no way out.
"Ziyuan, take Zilong down and put him on death row. According to the clan rules, he will be beheaded at the gate of the outer city three days later." Ziyang said expressionlessly.
Zilong lowered her head in despair. She still wanted to defend herself, but her ability to speak was blocked by the great saint Ziyuan, and then she was dragged down by two guards.
After Zilong was taken away, Zhuo Wen and Jiuyuan also entered the hall under the leadership of a guard.
At the entrance of the main hall, Zhuo Wen and Zi Long passed by each other. He silently glanced at the ashen-faced Zi Long, knowing that the latter should have been punished, and he would probably never have any chance to turn around again.
After the guards left respectfully, Zhuo Wen and Jiuyuan arrived at Lei Jia's team.
"You must be Mo Wen! Thank you very much before!"
The great saint Ziyuan was generous, her beautiful eyes fell on Zhuo Wen, and she smiled kindly.
Zhuo Wen also returned the gift, and his eyes were silently looking at the Zi Yang female statue on the platform in front of her and the middle-aged man sitting on the energy chair, enjoying himself lazily.
These two people gave him the feeling of being extremely dangerous, especially the lazy middle-aged man, who was even more dangerous than the Ziyang Lady.
"Are you the magic text? Can you tell me why you knew about Hefa's attack on the divine ship?"
Lady Ziyang stood condescendingly on the platform, looking down at Zhuo Wen, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed.
From the words of the great saint Ziyuan and Lei Jia, she learned that this young demon cultivator was just a casual cultivator with no background, and his cultivation was only at the peak of the Great Tribulation of the Universe.
With such a level of cultivation, how did he silently learn about the attack plan of Heifa and others?
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He was a little disgusted with the high-profile questioning of Lady Ziyang, but he also knew that now that he was at the core of the Zixuan clan, he naturally could not refuse to answer.
He calmly recounted his experience in the underground black market. Of course, there were some things that he couldn't tell, so he naturally ignored them.
After hearing this, Lady Ziyang's eyes softened. Especially after learning that Zhuo Wen was an Eternal Formation Master of the Third Heaven, all the doubts in her heart were dispelled.
After asking some more questions, Lady Ziyang did not ask any tricky questions again, and Zhuo Wen silently retreated to the team of Lei Jia and others.xdw8
Zhuo Wen was puzzled, and he glanced at Lady Ziyang who looked as usual.
The fall of Zi Qiong should be an unprecedented event for the Zixuan clan.
But after he returned to Zixuan Holy City, he didn't feel the sadness on anyone's face, everything seemed to be as usual.
"It seems that this matter was suppressed by Lady Ziyang. Even the Great Saint and the others didn't get the news!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at Lady Ziyang and thought secretly in his heart.
Thirteen high-level realms unite, and he understands that the Ziyang Lady and the middle-aged man she brought may not really be able to get the sacred fire source back.
Besides, the source of sacred fire is now in his hands, so it is even more impossible.
Zhuo Wen knew very well that in the next period of time, a great chaos surrounding the sacred fire source would occur among the higher realms.
As the ultimate beneficiary this time, Zhuo Wen must keep a low profile and leave Zixuan Holy City as soon as possible.
The Lady Ziyang was obviously a little distracted. After not getting enough clues, she waved her hands slightly disappointedly, and the Great Saint and others stood up and left.
Soon, only the Zi Yang female queen and the middle-aged man were left in the depths of the hall.
"Zi Yang, are you hiding something from me?"
The middle-aged man was still sitting lazily on the illusory armchair. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. He looked at Zi Yang who was a little distracted and asked coldly.
Zi Yang forced a smile and said: "Sir, I have nothing to hide!"
"Really? I received messages from several noble clansmen in higher realms, and they said that Zi Qiong has fallen!" The middle-aged man said jokingly, leaning back, playing with the communication jade talisman in his hand.
Zi Yang's face turned extremely pale, her delicate body trembled, and she said bravely: "Zi Qiong... Zi Qiong died... This... what on earth is going on?"
The middle-aged man didn't care about Zi Yang's poor performance and continued: "The death of Zi Qiong also shows that she did not defend the sacred source of fire! Now, the sacred source of fire is no longer in the hands of your Zixuan clan..."
Lady Ziyang said quickly: "Sir, don't worry, I will definitely take back the sacred source of fire! I won't let you down!"
"Okay! Oh, by the way, you may not know how Ziqiong fell! She was jointly killed by thirteen powerful clan leaders from higher realms! And now the sacred fire source is jointly owned by them.
, used in turn, the interval is a hundred years!"
"And they plan to increase the offerings to each super realm by another 20%. That is to say, if you still want to get our assistance and support, you not only need to seize the sacred fire source from them, but also increase it by at least 50%.
The enshrinement has been completed! And I will no longer interfere in this matter! This is a high-level decision of the forces in other realms."
The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and for Zi Yang, the words he spoke were like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, suffocating her.
"If you can do it, your Zixuan clan will still get our support!"
The middle-aged man stood up slowly. He looked at Zi Yang, who was dumbfounded, with a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth. Then he turned around, waved his sleeves and disappeared out of thin air, leaving only an ethereal voice.
"You've decided, give me a message and let me see how determined you are!"
Ziyang slowly knelt down on the ground and remained silent for a long time...
The next day, many uninvited guests came to the Black Scale Realm. All the members of the Black Scale clan came out and welcomed them with the most solemn ceremony.
The news spread throughout the Blackscale Holy City, and most of the Blackscale clan members got the news and came to watch outside the city gate.