Ziyang raised her head with difficulty, looked at Luo Ya coldly, and said: "Luo Ya, you have really gone too far! The people above have already known about your affairs, even if you have exterminated my Zixuan clan now! You will still remain the same.
You can’t escape the sanctions from above!”
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Luo Ya's mouth, and she said: "Zi Yang, you are too naive! The people above only care about interests and do not talk about emotions! As long as your Zixuan clan is exterminated and the sacred fire source falls into our hands again,
The people above are naturally happy to cooperate with us again, and they can also get greater benefits, so why wouldn't they?"
At this point, the smile on Luo Ya's lips became full-bodied, her mouth widened, and she continued: "Actually, we just received instructions from someone above to come and destroy your Zixuan clan!
As long as your Zixuan clan is destroyed and we successfully seize the sacred fire source, the forces behind that gentleman will strive to protect our thirteen higher realms, and the final victory will belong to us, not you!"
Zi Yang was shocked. Sure enough, a certain force in the Xuyan Divine City leaked the news about her and integrated the thirteen higher realms to deal with the Zixuan clan.
But, which force dares to risk being sanctioned by the King of Hell to do such a thing.
"Three major aristocratic families..."
Ziyang's pupils shrank. In the Xuyan City, only the three major families could do the thing of killing first and then showing off.
"The Xulong family or the Xuqi family, or both!"
Zi Yang's heart has completely sunk into a low point. With the intervention of three major aristocratic families, the truth about the destruction of her Zixuan clan is likely to be covered up.
"Everyone, don't hold back, use all your strength! Kill Ziyang completely, and then massacre the Zixuan clan, and the sacred source of fire will become ownerless again!"
Luo Ya spoke slowly, her voice full of indifference.
Lin Yu, Lan Dao, Huang Jue and other seven great clan leaders looked at each other and nodded.
Their target was originally Ziyang. As long as Ziyang died and the Zixuan clan was destroyed, the superiors could only hand over the sacred fire source to them.
"Zi Yang, have a good trip!"
Lin Yu's eyes were cold. He held the short halberd in both hands and shouted softly. The two halberds drew a strange hook-shaped arc in the void, and two rounds of magical powers flew out like crescent moons.
Lan Dao held the blue scepter in his hand and whispered a spell in his mouth. The scepter burst out with a blue current, sweeping in and out one after another.
Huang Jue's hands were covered with golden hooks, like the sharp claws of a golden-winged roc, exuding dazzling golden light. He gently probed, and the void exploded, stretching out a huge golden claw, grabbing
Xiang Ziyang's body.
The other four people also used all their special magical powers.
Luo Ya tapped the sword finger of her right hand, and thousands of icicles suddenly bloomed from behind her.
The endless ice picks fell rapidly downwards as her right hand fell, and the target was naturally Zi Yang.
There was despair in Ziyang's eyes. Luo Ya and the others had not used their full strength before, but she was already at a disadvantage.
Now, with the eight people showing off their own special powers, she knew that she would no longer be able to resist.
…
At the border of Zixuan Realm, a divine ship arrived.
On the deck of the divine ship, Zhuo Wen stood at the bow. Behind him, Elder Lu and Elder Di stood silently, their expressions full of solemnity.
The moment the divine ship arrived at the Zixuan realm, Zhuo Wen realized something was wrong.
He found that many places in Zixuan Realm were devastated, as if a world-shattering war had just occurred.
And the deeper you go, the deeper the traces of the battle become. Many buildings have been turned into ruins, and corpses are piled up and scattered. It is miserable and strange.
"What happened in Zixuan Realm?"
Elder Lu's sharp eyes noticed that there were several surviving monks in a valley. He waved his sleeves and carried these surviving monks to the deck.
This group of survivors shivered, knelt on the deck, and kept kowtowing to Zhuo Wen and others, begging for mercy. They were obviously frightened.
"Tell us what happened here, and then you can leave safely!"
Zhuo Wen looked at the group of survivors, his eyes fell on the slightly calmer middle-aged man at the front, and asked.
The middle-aged man knelt in front of Zhuo Wen, swallowed his saliva, and said: "The rest of the higher realms have joined forces to attack our Zixuan realm! As soon as the coalition forces entered the Zixuan realm, they killed everyone without leaving any grass behind. They are really
Too cruel..."
Following the middle-aged man's narration, Zhuo Wen finally understood the current situation in Zixuan Realm.
"So cruel, are they planning to kill the fish and break the net?"
Zhuo Wen's face was gloomy. He knew very well that if the Zixuan clan was really wiped out, the sacred fire source would have to be handed over to other higher realms for safekeeping.
At that time, even if the King of Xu Yan stood on the side of the Zixuan clan, it would not help. After all, there must be a connection point between their super realm and the higher realm. If the Zixuan realm is destroyed, it can only be destroyed from other higher realms.
Choose there.
"Elder Lu, Elder Di, I will take the first step, and you and your army of monks will come later!"
Zhuo Wen turned to look at the two people behind him and said in a deep voice.
Although this divine ship of the Xumirage family is very fast, it still takes half a day to reach Zixuan Holy City.
But if Zhuo Wen sacrifices the Zhensu Divine Chariot, he can arrive in the blink of an eye.
Elder Lu and Elder Di were very confused when they heard this.
Their divine ship is already fast enough, can Zhuo Wen have a mount that is faster than this divine ship?
Zhuo Wen didn't wait for the two people to answer, he took out the Zhensu Divine Chariot, jumped up, and then fled away.
In the blink of an eye, the Zhensu Divine Chariot disappeared in front of Elder Lu and Elder Di.
"This...this...speed..."
Elder Lu and Elder Di rubbed their eyes and looked at Zhuo Wen who had disappeared without a trace. They couldn't believe what they saw.
The next moment, the Zhensu Divine Chariot appeared in the sky above Zixuan Holy City.
Looking at the devastated and screaming Holy City, Zhuo Wen's eyes gradually narrowed.
"Huh? Ziyang..."
Zhuo Wen immediately noticed that in the sky not far from the center of the Holy City, Ziyang was surrounded by eight figures and was struggling to support herself.
And those eight figures are all shining with starlight, and all of them are strong men who reverse the ancient starlight.
At this moment, the eight people used their strongest magical powers and blasted towards Zi Yang below.
Zi Yang's eyes showed despair, and she even closed her eyes. She understood that at this moment, she had fallen into a real desperate situation and could no longer survive.
Whoosh!
A strong breaking wind suddenly swept over her. Ziyang subconsciously opened her eyes and saw a black shadow passing by her, and then a palm grabbed her shoulder.
Before Ziyang could react, she just felt like the world was spinning.
"Is this... the wall of the Holy City? I was clearly near the central hall just now?"
Ziyang couldn't believe it, and then she realized that his shoulders were being grasped by a young man and lifted on a sacred chariot.
"Master... you are back!"
When Zi Yang's eyes fell on the young man's face, he showed a look of surprise.
It seemed that the owner had saved her life just now.
Zhuo Wen gently put down Zi Yang, and his eyes fell on the central temple.
There, the strongest magical powers of Luo Ya's eight people finally came down, and then, the void in that area completely erupted into an extremely terrifying energy vortex, as if it wanted to swallow everything.
Invisible air waves spread out layer by layer and swept towards the periphery.
Zhuo Wen put his hands behind his back, facing the air waves, his black hair flying, and his cold eyes fell on Luo Ya, Huang Jue and other eight people.
Luo Ya, Huang Jue, Lin Yu and the other eight people suddenly raised their heads and looked in the direction of the city wall if they felt something.
There, a young man dressed in black, his clothes and hair flying freely...