Chapter 4377
"Lord Ziyang, Zilong is really a pack of nonsense. The demon Xiu named morwen did save the four of them, and the attack was also told by the morwen."
"If we had prepared in advance, we could have kept the sacred fire until you came! But all this was destroyed by a series of stupid decisions of Zilong."
The great saint Ziyuan also hurried out to intercede for Zhuo Wen, who had never met before.
Although she had never seen Zhuo Wen, some information from Lei Jia's feedback made him know that Zhuo Wen had no malice towards their Zixuan clan, so she also had a good impression on that Zhuo Wen.
Zilong's face was white and gray. She knew that her dying struggle had no effect. So many people accused her that she had no way to go.
"Ziyuan, you take Zilong down, put him in death row, and behead him at the gate of the outer city in three days according to the family rules." Ziyang said expressionless.
Zilong lowered her head in despair. She still wanted to plead, but she 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 stepped into the hall under the leadership of a guard.
At the gate of the hall, Zhuo Wen and Zilong passed by in the wrong way. He silently looked at Zilong with a deathly gray face and knew that the latter should have been punished. I'm afraid he won't have any chance to turn over again.
After the guards obediently left, Zhuo Wen and Jiuyuan came to Lei Jia's team.
"You are the magic text! I really thank you before!"
The great saint's aster was generous, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Zhuo Wen. She smiled kindly.
Zhuo Wen also returned a salute, looking silently at the purple central female statue on the platform in front and the middle-aged man sitting on the energy chair.
Both of them made him feel extremely dangerous, especially the lazy middle-aged man, who was more dangerous than the purple central lady.
"Are you morvin? Can you tell me why you can know the news that the Mafia attacked the divine ship?"
The female statue of Ziyang was condescending, standing on the platform, overlooking Zhuo Wen, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
In the words of the great saint Ziyuan and Lei Jia, she learned that the young demon cultivation was just a casual cultivation without background, and the cultivation was the peak of the great disaster of heaven and earth.
With such cultivation, how did he learn about the attack plan of the Mafia and others silently?
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He was a little disgusted with the high-profile questioning of the purple central female statue, but he also knew that now he was at the core of the purple Xuan clan and naturally could not refuse to answer.
He blandly described his experiences in the underground black market. Of course, he ignored the past for some things he couldn't say.
After hearing this, the female Zun Ziyang's eyes softened. Especially after learning that Zhuo Wen is an eternal triple heaven array God teacher, all her doubts dissipated.
After asking some questions again, the female statue of Ziyang didn't ask tricky questions again, and Zhuo Wen quietly retreated to the team of Lei Jia and others.
Zhuo Wen was puzzled. He looked at the purple central female statue as usual.
The fall of Ziqiong should be an unprecedented event for Zixuan clan.
But when he returned to Zixuan holy city, he didn't feel the sadness on anyone's face. Everything seemed as usual.
"It seems that this matter should have been suppressed by the purple central female statue. Even the great saint didn't get the news!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at the female statue of Ziyang and thought secretly in his heart.
The thirteen higher realms are united. He understands that the purple central female statue and the middle-aged man she brought may not be able to really ask for the source of the holy flame.
Moreover, the sacred fire is now in his hands, which is even more impossible.
Zhuo Wen is very clear that in the next period of time, there will be a great chaos around the sacred fire source between the higher realms.
As the ultimate beneficiary, Zhuo Wen must keep a low profile and leave Zixuan holy city as soon as possible.
Ziyang was obviously absent-minded. After not getting enough clues, she waved her hand in disappointment. The great saint and others all got up and left.
Soon, deep in the hall, there were only purple central female statue and middle-aged man.
"Ziyang, are you hiding something from me?"
The middle-aged man is still languidly sitting on the illusory chair. His eyes are as sharp as a knife. He faintly looks at the purple Yang who is haunted and asks coldly.
Ziyang reluctantly smiled and said, "my Lord, I have nothing to hide!"
"Really? I've received messages from several great family dignitaries in the higher world. They say that Ziqiong has fallen!" the middle-aged man leaned back and joked with the communication jade symbol in his hand.
Ziyang's face turned pale. Her delicate body trembled and said, "Ziqiong... Ziqiong, she fell... This... What's going on?"
The middle-aged man didn't care about Ziyang's poor performance and continued: "Ziqiong fell, which also shows that she didn't defend the sacred fire! Now, the sacred fire is no longer in the hands of your Zixuan clan..."
The female statue of Ziyang hurriedly said, "don't worry, sir, I will recapture the sacred fire! I won't let you down!"
"OK! Oh, by the way, you may not know how Ziqiong fell! She was jointly killed by 13 big family dignitaries in the higher realm! Now the sacred fire source has been jointly owned by them and used in turn, with an interval of 100 years!"
"And they intend to increase the offering of each super realm by 20%, that is, if you still want our assistance and support, you need not only to win the sacred fire source from them, but also to increase the offering by at least 50%! And I will not intervene in this matter any more! This is the high-level decision of other realm forces."
The middle-aged man opened his mouth slowly. His words 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 the dull purple center, and the corners of his mouth showed a mocking arc. Then he turned and waved his sleeve robe, which disappeared here out of thin air, leaving only an ethereal voice.
"It's decided. Give me a message and let me see how determined you are!"
Ziyang slowly knelt down on the ground and didn't speak for a long time
The next day, many uninvited guests came to the black scale boundary. All the people of the black scale clan came out and greeted them with the most solemn ceremony.
The news spread all over the black scale holy city. Most of the black scale clan got the news and came to the gate to watch.
"If we had prepared in advance, we could have kept the sacred fire until you came! But all this was destroyed by a series of stupid decisions of Zilong."
The great saint Ziyuan also hurried out to intercede for Zhuo Wen, who had never met before.
Although she had never seen Zhuo Wen, some information from Lei Jia's feedback made him know that Zhuo Wen had no malice towards their Zixuan clan, so she also had a good impression on that Zhuo Wen.
Zilong's face was white and gray. She knew that her dying struggle had no effect. So many people accused her that she had no way to go.
"Ziyuan, you take Zilong down, put him in death row, and behead him at the gate of the outer city in three days according to the family rules." Ziyang said expressionless.
Zilong lowered her head in despair. She still wanted to plead, but she 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 stepped into the hall under the leadership of a guard.
At the gate of the hall, Zhuo Wen and Zilong passed by in the wrong way. He silently looked at Zilong with a deathly gray face and knew that the latter should have been punished. I'm afraid he won't have any chance to turn over again.
After the guards obediently left, Zhuo Wen and Jiuyuan came to Lei Jia's team.
"You are the magic text! I really thank you before!"
The great saint's aster was generous, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Zhuo Wen. She smiled kindly.
Zhuo Wen also returned a salute, looking silently at the purple central female statue on the platform in front and the middle-aged man sitting on the energy chair.
Both of them made him feel extremely dangerous, especially the lazy middle-aged man, who was more dangerous than the purple central lady.
"Are you morvin? Can you tell me why you can know the news that the Mafia attacked the divine ship?"
The female statue of Ziyang was condescending, standing on the platform, overlooking Zhuo Wen, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
In the words of the great saint Ziyuan and Lei Jia, she learned that the young demon cultivation was just a casual cultivation without background, and the cultivation was the peak of the great disaster of heaven and earth.
With such cultivation, how did he learn about the attack plan of the Mafia and others silently?
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He was a little disgusted with the high-profile questioning of the purple central female statue, but he also knew that now he was at the core of the purple Xuan clan and naturally could not refuse to answer.
He blandly described his experiences in the underground black market. Of course, he ignored the past for some things he couldn't say.
After hearing this, the female Zun Ziyang's eyes softened. Especially after learning that Zhuo Wen is an eternal triple heaven array God teacher, all her doubts dissipated.
After asking some questions again, the female statue of Ziyang didn't ask tricky questions again, and Zhuo Wen quietly retreated to the team of Lei Jia and others.
Zhuo Wen was puzzled. He looked at the purple central female statue as usual.
The fall of Ziqiong should be an unprecedented event for Zixuan clan.
But when he returned to Zixuan holy city, he didn't feel the sadness on anyone's face. Everything seemed as usual.
"It seems that this matter should have been suppressed by the purple central female statue. Even the great saint didn't get the news!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at the female statue of Ziyang and thought secretly in his heart.
The thirteen higher realms are united. He understands that the purple central female statue and the middle-aged man she brought may not be able to really ask for the source of the holy flame.
Moreover, the sacred fire is now in his hands, which is even more impossible.
Zhuo Wen is very clear that in the next period of time, there will be a great chaos around the sacred fire source between the higher realms.
As the ultimate beneficiary, Zhuo Wen must keep a low profile and leave Zixuan holy city as soon as possible.
Ziyang was obviously absent-minded. After not getting enough clues, she waved her hand in disappointment. The great saint and others all got up and left.
Soon, deep in the hall, there were only purple central female statue and middle-aged man.
"Ziyang, are you hiding something from me?"
The middle-aged man is still languidly sitting on the illusory chair. His eyes are as sharp as a knife. He faintly looks at the purple Yang who is haunted and asks coldly.
Ziyang reluctantly smiled and said, "my Lord, I have nothing to hide!"
"Really? I've received messages from several great family dignitaries in the higher world. They say that Ziqiong has fallen!" the middle-aged man leaned back and joked with the communication jade symbol in his hand.
Ziyang's face turned pale. Her delicate body trembled and said, "Ziqiong... Ziqiong, she fell... This... What's going on?"
The middle-aged man didn't care about Ziyang's poor performance and continued: "Ziqiong fell, which also shows that she didn't defend the sacred fire! Now, the sacred fire is no longer in the hands of your Zixuan clan..."
The female statue of Ziyang hurriedly said, "don't worry, sir, I will recapture the sacred fire! I won't let you down!"
"OK! Oh, by the way, you may not know how Ziqiong fell! She was jointly killed by 13 big family dignitaries in the higher realm! Now the sacred fire source has been jointly owned by them and used in turn, with an interval of 100 years!"
"And they intend to increase the offering of each super realm by 20%, that is, if you still want our assistance and support, you need not only to win the sacred fire source from them, but also to increase the offering by at least 50%! And I will not intervene in this matter any more! This is the high-level decision of other realm forces."
The middle-aged man opened his mouth slowly. His words 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 the dull purple center, and the corners of his mouth showed a mocking arc. Then he turned and waved his sleeve robe, which disappeared here out of thin air, leaving only an ethereal voice.
"It's decided. Give me a message and let me see how determined you are!"
Ziyang slowly knelt down on the ground and didn't speak for a long time
The next day, many uninvited guests came to the black scale boundary. All the people of the black scale clan came out and greeted them with the most solemn ceremony.
The news spread all over the black scale holy city. Most of the black scale clan got the news and came to the gate to watch.
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