Chapter 1342 Descendants of the Ancient God, Protectors of the Way
"Boy, I'm afraid of you, but what do you want?"
After hearing Qinglong's words, Xu Zimo replied: "Why, do you think there is something here that can catch my eye?"
Qinglong's face changed slightly. In fact, he knew what Xu Zimo wanted, but he still held out luck in his heart.
"This thing is what I negotiated with He Feiyang. Can I exchange it for another one?" Qinglong asked.
"He Feiyang? The city lord of Tianfeng City?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It's not him, but the founder of Zixia Holy Land.
That extraordinary talent you talk about.
Although the two have the same name, they are not the same person," Qinglong shook his head and said.
"That's interesting. The city lord of Tianfeng City actually has the same name as the ancestor of their Zixia Holy Land," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I can't tell you this. I made a blood oath. Even if you kill me, I can't tell you," Qinglong said seriously.
He didn't lie about this. If he told Xu Zimo, he would also die.
"Don't worry, even if you don't tell me, I can guess it," Xu Zimo said.
"Give me that thing and I'll leave."
Qinglong hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.
The next moment, Xu Zimo's sight disappeared and he returned to the pavilion.
I saw the green dragon's head shattered into pieces, and an aurora flew out from inside.
Xu Zimo had quick eyes and quick hands and caught the Aurora directly in his palm.
And after the Qinglong Platform was shattered, it never recovered.
This made the people around him a little surprised. They must know that this kind of situation has never happened in Qinglong Terrace.
"What's going on?" The people watching around began to whisper.
However, Ziyan seemed unhurried and looked at He Feiyang and ordered: "City Lord He, just tell everyone that the Qinglong Platform is malfunctioning and let everyone disperse."
After Ziyan finished speaking, he looked at Bai Zhige and the others in the pavilion, and said with a smile: "Everyone, let's stay here for today."
"The Qinglong Terrace is broken. If the Purple Saint has any needs, just ask her," Bai Zhige smiled and prepared to leave.
After all, the other party has issued an eviction order.
However, Meng Lun Samsara sitting next to him was obviously unhappy, and the blood on his face began to recover.
Although he is not a great emperor, he still has divine veins. As long as his life is saved, his injuries are not serious.
"Boy, what treasure did you just take?" He looked at Xu Zimo and asked eagerly.
Everyone else in this pavilion also has status.
Baizhige belongs to Tianye Sect, while Chi Qianyu belongs to Scarlet Blood God Sect.
Only Xu Zimo looked like a casual cultivator and was not very familiar with him.
So he naturally set his target on Xu Zimo, and he would obviously not be willing to return empty-handed.
But before Xu Zimo could say anything, Zi Yan next to him had already stood up.
"Mr. Meng, Daoyou Xu is my guest. You'd better step down."
"Who do you think you are? Calling you a saint is just to give you face.
Otherwise you are not even qualified to talk to me," Meng Lun Samsara snorted coldly.
"How dare you, a third-rate force in Zixia Holy Land, make noise?"
"Mr. Meng, this is Tianfeng City, not your place of ancient reincarnation," He Feiyang next to him said calmly, squinting his eyes slightly.
"The remnant soul of your ancestor can save you once, but it cannot save you a second time."
"It's like a dog, please try to touch me.
Believe it or not, I will break through your Zixia Holy Land in minutes."
But just as Mr. Meng finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.
Because a pair of big hands pinched his neck directly.
The powerful force seemed to break the neck.
"You...," Mr. Meng struggled hard.
But the next moment, an unknown fire burned on He Feiyang's body, directly burning Mr. Meng.
The person who killed the dream of reincarnation was naturally He Feiyang.
He shook his neck, seemingly dissatisfied.
Chi Qianyu and the other two who were about to leave next to them were dripping with cold sweat and froze in place.
The two of them had never thought that Zixia Holy Land would be so bold.
"City Lord He, we...," Bai Zhige and the other two smiled stiffly.
"It has nothing to do with you, but today, you didn't see anything," He Feiyang said.
"Yes, yes, we didn't see anything," the two of them nodded quickly like chickens pecking at rice.
"Go," He Feiyang waved his hand, indicating that the two of them could leave.
Zi Yan then looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, I wonder if we can talk to you?"
"Why should I talk to you?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He Feiyang smiled and walked towards Xu Zimo step by step.
However, Sizu also took a step forward and stood next to Xu Zimo.
"City Lord He, Mr. Xu is not an enemy," Zi Yan smiled and shook her head.
Then he added: "To be honest, just when I arrived, I received a decree from the Holy Court."
As soon as these words came out, Serzu's eyes shrank, and he obviously had murderous intent.
"Don't be nervous, I just said, we are not enemies.
Otherwise, the Holy Court would have surrounded this place long ago," Zi Yan smiled.
He continued: "I wonder if we can talk about it now?"
"Don't talk about it," Xu Zimo still shook his head and replied: "I will wait here, and you can inform the Holy Court now.
But believe me, you will definitely be the one who dies in the end."
"It seems that the young master is not someone who can be threatened, so it is up to my will," Zi Yan replied.
"What about Tianfeng Valley? Master, do you want to talk about it?"
"You must be from Tianfeng Valley back then," Xu Zimo said.
"To be precise, you are a descendant of Tianwu, the God of Wind."
"Young Master has a sharp eye, I think you should have noticed it by now," Zi Yan said with a smile.
"How about we talk to the city lord's mansion? We can be considered mutually beneficial."
"Let's talk here, what do you want to talk about," Xu Zimo sat down casually and asked.
"Cooperation," Ziyan said.
"How to cooperate?"
"I will help you obtain the inheritance of the Wind God, and you will help me become a Saint King," Zi Yan replied.
"Holy King, are you kidding me?" Before Xu Zimo could speak, Si Zu next to him replied.
"You have just stepped into the level of the Great Emperor now. How can you be a Holy King? I don't know how many years you will have."
"No, he is a lucky man now, and he is only one step away from the Holy King," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"How is this possible?" Sizu said in disbelief.
He stared at Ziyan for a long time, but still only saw the other person's first entry into the realm of the Great Emperor.
"How do you want me to help you?" Xu Zimo asked.
As for Shizu's doubts, this will be explained to him later.
"I want you to protect my path," Zi Yan said.
"I used to have many enemies. If I get to that level, they will hunt me down at all costs."
Xu Zimo pondered, weighing the gains and losses.
He is necessary for the inheritance of the ancient gods.
