The Elf God City is the largest city in Mu Zhen Ling Tu, and it is the highest capital of the Elf clan.
Although the Nether Tribe is also very strong, even stronger than the Elf Tribe, the Nether Tribe lurks in the Nether Sea in the far north all year round and is almost isolated from the outside world. Therefore, the Elf God City has always been the political and cultural center of the entire world.
In the evening, Xi Qianye and others appeared on the outskirts of the Elf City. Looking up, they saw prosperity everywhere.
“What a beautiful city.”
He Baizhu looked at the elven city in the distance and felt relaxed and happy. Although she came from the Mu Cang Continent and was at a higher level than the Nanman Continent, she had never seen such a magnificent and beautiful city.
The Elf God City is not so much a city as it is a miniature country. Because the Elf God City has neither a city nor a city wall. At a glance, there are dense forests, suspended islands, and a beautiful blue ocean.
Buildings are integrated with nature and integrated with everything in the world.
In comparison, the cities in the human kingdom are too monotonous and rigid, and are far inferior to the elves' cities in terms of aesthetics.
The Elf God City is extremely lively, with crowds of people passing through the sky and on the ground. It can be seen at a glance that they are densely packed and there is an endless stream.
Most people come from all over, with different shapes and races.
If you observe carefully, you can tell that more than 90% of the creatures who come to the Elf God City are not elves.
"Hundreds of tribes gathered together, flowers bloomed, and the appeal of the elves was indeed terrifying."
Protector Caesar said with emotion in his eyes, before he joined the Thousand Nights Temple, he was a creature of a small race. His race was not worth mentioning in front of the elves, and was even inferior to the human race.
"Are you all here to participate in the Elf Tribe's Holy Ruins Ceremony?"
A stream of light streaked across the sky, traveling extremely fast. A few flashes appeared in front of it, and for some reason, it stopped in front of Xi Qianye and the others.
The person who came was an old man in purple and gold robes, full of nobility. He stood on the back of a huge flying wild beast, faintly exuding astonishing and incomparable supreme power.
Seeing this, Protector Caesar's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took a step back.
Supreme King!
Only the Supreme King can exude the supreme power.
"Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?" He Baizhu said with cold eyes and an expressionless face.
She is not the protector of Caesar, and an ordinary Supreme King would not pay attention to her at all.
It is quite rude to appear uninvited, suddenly appear in front of them, and deliberately release the supreme power to show your power.
The purple-robed old man was not alone. There were dozens of people standing scattered on top of the huge blue-black bat beast.
Each of those people has a high level of cultivation. They are all in the Heavenly King realm. There are even seven or eight Saint Heavenly Kings.
That blue-black bat is not an ordinary wild beast, but a peak-level Holy King wild beast.
The group of people in front of them obviously have extraordinary origins. With their strength alone, they can easily wipe out some small races.
"Hmph! Our master is Lord Youtu, the contemporary leader of the Yuntu clan..."
Even though the purple-robed old man didn't say anything, one of the young people behind him said in a cold voice with a rather unsightly look on his face. His eyes were full of arrogance and he didn't look at anyone seriously at all.
His master is the Supreme King, the most noble person in the world. That woman dared to talk to her master in such an attitude. She simply didn't know whether to live or die.
"Yun'er must not be rude."
The old man in purple robe waved his hand to interrupt the young man's words, smiled and said, "My disciple is young and ignorant of etiquette. Don't blame me friends."
"I'm not interested in being on the same level as a junior. If you have anything to say, just say it, and if you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible." He Baizhu said calmly.
The purple-robed old man's face was slightly stiff. He saw that these people were quite extraordinary. He originally wanted to strike up a conversation, but he didn't expect that the other party would speak so hastily. His face turned ugly for a while. As a Supreme King, he was in the Elf Clan.
They are all treated as distinguished guests. Never have I ever received such a cold reception.
"The Yuntu Clan? Could it be the Yuntu Clan, one of the twelve subordinate slave clans of the Elf Tribe?"
Protector Caesar said coldly. Regarding the Yun Tu Clan, he naturally knew that the twelve subordinate races of the Elf Clan, said to be subordinate, were actually no different from the Slave Clan.
Back then, the Yuntu tribe suffered a disaster, and they were willing to be slaves to the elves to survive.
Speaking of which, although the human race is weak, it is quite courageous. There have been several crises of genocide in history, but they have never been slaves.
Protector Caesar's words instantly made the people of the Yun Tu Clan look extremely ugly.
How can anyone speak like this in front of others? Although they, the Yuntu Clan, are completely loyal to the Elf Clan and are no different from the Slave Clan, on the surface they don't speak so harshly, and most of them call them a subordinate race.
Calling him a slave to his face is like slapping him in the face and exposing his scars.
"you wanna die!"
The disciples and grandsons of the purple-robed old man were all boiling. They were used to being arrogant and domineering. They all had eyes above their heads. How could they stand such sarcasm? One of them immediately broke out and punched the Protector Caesar hard.
This person has the level of cultivation of the Saint Heavenly King. With one blow, the space with a radius of one thousand meters solidified instantly, and the highly concentrated power seemed to explode the entire world.
King You Tu Zun had a cold face and did not stop him.
He originally saw that these people were restrained and had extraordinary temperament, so he wanted to go up and make friends with them in preparation for the upcoming Holy Ruins Ceremony.
As the Supreme King, he had never taken the initiative to make friends with others. He came to make friends in person, which was the greatest sincerity. As a result, those people not only did not seize the opportunity, but also did not take him seriously at all. How could he, the King of Tutu,
Tolerate?
"Gaga, a slave dares to be so arrogant. Today I will teach you well for your master."
The Holy King of the Yuntu Clan smiled coldly, his eyes full of cruelty.
It is easy to tell from the clothes that Caesar Protector is a slave.
If it were the young man in white or the beautiful woman, he might not dare to take action.
After all, how can it be easy for someone who can make his master look up to him and take the initiative to talk?
But a slave can be dealt with in a flash of his hands.
"Educate me? I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications."
Protector Caesar sneered and stepped on the ground. The next moment, an invisible wave spread around.
Poof!
The power of the attack from the Holy Heavenly King of the Yuntu Clan was completely disintegrated in an instant, leaving no trace behind. It was as if everything disappeared after a breeze blew by.
"How can it be!"
The eyes of the Saint King of the Yuntu Clan were full of disbelief. How could his power be destroyed so easily? How could he be so capable when he was just a slave?
Before he could figure out what was going on, the next moment, an astonishing force burst out from the body of Protector Caesar, like a stormy sea, much stronger than the Holy King of the Yun Tu Clan.
"careful."
The old man in purple robe who originally watched the show with a cold eye immediately changed his expression. (To be continued)