Chapter 4460

Ziyang looked up difficultly, looked at Luoya coldly and said, "Luoya, you are really too much! The people above have already known about you. Even now you have destroyed my Zixuan clan! You still can't escape the sanctions above!"

Luoya raised a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth and said, "Ziyang, you are too naive! The people above only pay attention to interests and don't talk about feelings! As long as your Zixuan clan is destroyed and the sacred fire source falls back into our hands, the people above will naturally be happy to cooperate with us again and get more benefits. Why don't they do it?"

At this point, Luoya's smile became strong, her mouth opened, and continued: "in fact, we just got the instruction from an adult above to exterminate your Zixuan clan!

As long as your Zixuan clan is destroyed and we succeed in winning the sacred fire source, the forces behind that adult will vigorously protect our 13 higher realms, and the final victory will belong to us, not you! "

Ziyang was shocked. Sure enough, it was a force in Xuyan holy city who leaked her news and integrated the 13 higher realms to deal with Zixuan clan.

However, which force dares to do such a thing at the risk of being sanctioned by the virtual Yama court.

"Three aristocratic families..."

Ziyang's pupil is tiny. Only the three aristocratic families can do things first and then in the virtual Yan holy city.

"Xulong aristocratic family or xuqi aristocratic family, or both!"

Ziyangxin has completely sunk into the trough. With the intervention of three aristocratic families, the truth of the destruction of Zixuan clan is likely to be covered up.

"You guys, don't keep your hands and do your best! If you kill Ziyang completely and then kill Zixuan clan, the sacred fire source will become an ownerless thing again!"

Loya spoke slowly, her voice full of indifference.

Lin Yu, LAN Dao, Huang Jue and other seven big family dignitaries looked at each other and nodded.

Their goal was originally Ziyang. As long as Ziyang died and Zixuan clan was destroyed, they could only hand over the sacred fire to them.

"Ziyang, go all the way!"

Lin Yu's eyes were cold. He took the short halberd in both hands and drank it gently. The two halberds drew a strange hook arc in the void, and two wheels of magic powers like a curved moon flew out.

The blue path holds a blue scepter and recites a spell. The scepter bursts out a dark blue trend and sweeps in succession.

Huang Jue's hands were wearing golden claws, like the sharp claws of the golden winged ROC bird, emitting a shining golden awn. He gently explored the void, burst out, stretched out a huge golden claw and grabbed the purple central body.

The other four also did their best.

Luoya's right sword finger was light, and thousands of ice cones suddenly burst out behind her.

Endless ice cones, with her right hand falling, fell rapidly downward, and the target was naturally Ziyang.

Ziyang's eyes showed despair. Before the eight people of Luoya did not exert their best, she had fallen into the disadvantage.

Now, each of the eight shows her magic power. She knows that she can no longer resist.

……

At the border of Zixuan boundary, a divine ship came.

On the divine ship deck, Zhuo Wen stood in the bow. Behind him, Lu Changlao and elder Di stood silently, looking solemn.

The moment the frigate arrived at Zixuan's boundary, Zhuo Wen realized something was wrong.

He found that many places within Zixuan's boundary were devastated, as if a world shaking war had just happened.

Moreover, the deeper the battle, the deeper the traces of the battle. Many buildings turned into ruins, and the bodies piled up in disorder, miserable and strange.

"What happened to Zixuan?"

With sharp eyes, old Lu noticed that there were several surviving monks in a valley. With a wave of his sleeve robe, he held them to the deck.

The survivors, shivering and kneeling on the deck, were constantly kowtowing to Zhuo Wen and others for mercy. It was obvious that they were frightened.

"Tell us what happened here, and then you can leave safely!"

Zhuo Wen looked at the survivors, his eyes fell on the front, and asked the middle-aged man who was a little calmer.

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of Zhuo Wen, swallowed his saliva and said: "the other higher realms joined hands to attack our Zixuan realm! As soon as the coalition forces entered the Zixuan realm, they killed all sides and left no grass. They were so cruel..."

With the middle-aged man's story, Zhuo Wen finally understood the current experience of Zixuan's boundary.

"So cruel, are they going to break the dead net?"

Zhuo Wen's face was gloomy. He knew very well that if Zixuan clan was really destroyed, the sacred fire source could only be kept by other higher realms.

At that time, even if the virtual Yan Court stood on the side of the Zixuan clan, it was useless. After all, there must be a connection point between their superior realm and the higher realm. The Zixuan realm was destroyed and can only be selected from other higher realms.

"Elder Lu and elder Di, I'll go first, and you'll come later with the friars!"

Zhuo Wen turned to look at the two people behind him and said in a deep voice.

Although the frigate of the virtual mirage family is fast, it still takes half a day to reach the holy city of Zixuan.

But if Zhuo Wen offered the chariot of the sleeping God, he could arrive in the blink of an eye.

Elder Lu and elder Di were very confused when they heard the speech.

Their frigate is fast enough. Can Zhuo Wen have a mount faster than this Frigate?

Zhuo Wen didn't wait for the two to answer. He sacrificed the chariot of the sleeping God, jumped up, and then fled away.

In the blink of an eye, the sleeping chariot disappeared in front of Lu Changlao and di Changlao.

"This... This... Speed..."

Elder Lu and elder Di rubbed their eyes and looked at Zhuo Wen who had disappeared. They couldn't believe what they saw.

At the next moment, the chariot of the sleeping God appeared over the holy city of Zixuan.

Looking at the devastated and screaming holy city, Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed gradually.

"Hmm? Ziyang..."

Zhuo Wen immediately noticed that Ziyang was surrounded by eight figures not far from the center of the holy city.

The eight figures are all bright stars, all of them are strong stars against the ancient times.

At the moment, the eight people offered their strongest magic powers and rushed to the purple center below.

Ziyang was desperate and even closed her eyes. She knew that at the moment, she had fallen into a real desperate situation and could no longer survive.

Whoosh!

The strong breaking wind suddenly swept over. Ziyang subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a dark shadow passing by her, and then a palm grabbed her shoulder.

Ziyang didn't react, he just felt the earth spinning.

"This is... On the wall of the holy city? I was just near the central hall?"

Ziyang couldn't believe it. Then she found that his shoulder was being held by a young man on a chariot.

"Master... You're back!"

When Ziyang's eyes fell on the young man's face, they showed surprise.

It seems that the master saved her life just now.

Zhuo Wen gently put down Ziyang, and his eyes fell on the position of the central temple.

There, the strongest supernatural powers of the eight people of Loya finally fell down, and then the void in that range completely erupted into a terrible energy vortex, as if to devour everything.

Invisible air waves spread and swept towards the periphery layer by layer.

Zhuo Wen carried his hands behind him, facing the air wave, his black hair flying, and his cold eyes fell on eight people, such as Luoya and Huangjue.

If Luoya, Huangjue, Linyu and other eight people feel it, they suddenly look up and look in the direction of the wall.

There, a young man in black, his clothes and hair flying wantonly