After flying in the safe zone for half an hour, everyone finally arrived at the ancient holy city.

Unlike the well-known cities, the ancient holy city did not have magnificent walls, because the walls no longer had any meaning in this safe zone.

Therefore, there are only a few buildings here that are surrounded by greenery and full of natural harmony.

These buildings are unique in shape, cascading around the mountains in a trapezoidal shape, which is very loosely distributed but still appears orderly.

And the truly bizarre sight is not these uniquely shaped buildings, but the streets of the ancient holy city, where pedestrians of different races are mixed.

There are bewitching and sexy demon clans, as well as strong beast clans, and feather clans with wings and feathers.

All in all, except for the dragon clan and the phoenix clan, who were forced to hide because of the power of the divine domain, almost all the races at the top of the continent could be seen here.

These chaotic races naturally walk on the same street, passing by each other, and they can all turn a blind eye.

Even the two races with blood feuds only glared at each other fiercely when they met, and then left honestly, with no intention of making a move at all.

Although everyone had heard of it for a long time, it was still shocking to see this unbelievable scene with their own eyes at this time.

They really couldn't imagine what kind of force was balancing these races and making them obediently obey the rules of the safe zone.

Under the leadership of the white-robed guest, Lin Yun and the others walked on the street, passing by various races.

Many races cast contemptuous and contemptuous glances at Lin Yun and the others, obviously looking down on the human race.

The group had not walked long before there was a sudden commotion in the distant street, and many people gathered to watch.

"Don't push me... Don't really push me, otherwise I'll do everything, I really ...... Really do everything! ”

An orc wearing handcuffs and shackles and covered in scars was raising a long sword around the neck of a noble young man, and said to the noble young man in an excited tone.

Although he held the sword in his hand, his hands trembled with nervousness, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

And the aristocratic young man who was framed by the sword, on the contrary, seemed very calm, he looked at the orc holding the sword with disdain, and looked like he was not afraid of heaven and earth.

The crowd of onlookers around them all whispered and discussed.

"Who the hell is so bold that he dares to use a sword to hold the ancient saint clan hostage, it's simply impatient!"

"I still remember the orc with the sword, he was the slave who was auctioned to the ancient saints at the auction half a year ago."

"Half a year ago, he was a three-meter-tall strong man, how could he become like this now? Look at the wounds on his body, tsk, it's really miserable to see. ”

"Most of them couldn't stand the abuse of the ancient saint clan, so they grabbed the sword and rebelled, right?"

Hearing everyone mention the Ancient Saint Clan, Lin Yun immediately looked at the noble young man.

This aristocratic young man wears a diamond-encrusted crown and a diamond-encrusted silk robe, and his appearance is exactly the same as that of a human being, except that the pupils of his eyes are dark purple, giving people an innate noble temperament.

Is this the Ancient Saints?

Lin Yun immediately radiated his perception out and probed the cultivation of this ancient saint clan youth.

To Lin Yun's surprise, the cultivation of this young man of the Ancient Saint Clan was only in the realm of martial arts, and he was not as high as the orc who held him hostage.

"That aristocratic young man is the Ancient Saint Clan, an existence that we absolutely cannot afford to provoke. Don't have anything to do with them, otherwise a few lives won't be enough. The white-robed guest whispered to everyone in a serious tone.

Hearing the words of the white-robed guest, everyone except Lin Yun couldn't help but get nervous.

At the same time, they were also very curious about what was so terrifying about this ancient saint clan that could make such a powerful white-robed guest afraid of this appearance.

Lin Yun didn't speak, nor did he have any expression on his face, but continued to observe what was happening at the scene with a calm gaze.

The young man of the Ancient Saint Clan looked at the orc with disdain, and said in a condescending tone: "You lowly slave, you dare to hold your great and noble master hostage with a sword!" ”

"A lowly and filthy slave like you, living on the top of the continent is simply polluting this land!"

"As the master, I have not purified you into dust, which is already the greatest mercy to you. It is unforgivable that you are not grateful to me, but you still hold me hostage with your sword! ”

"Shut up, I've had enough! Even if I die, I don't want to be tortured by you anymore, you demon! I'm going to ...... you," the scarred orc roared, holding the blade of his sword against the throat of the young man of the Ancient Saint Clan.

However, he didn't dare to cut it off, but stared at the young man of the Ancient Saint Clan with tears streaming down his face, as if he was struggling with his own heart.

In the face of the icy blade, the young man of the Ancient Saint Clan was not afraid. The guards behind him dissuaded the sword-wielding orcs in a threatening tone: "Stop, don't do that stupid thing!" ”

"The one standing in front of you is a descendant of the Ancient Saint Clan, Lord Gulot! If you dare to touch a single hair of him, you will die! And even your family, your parents, wife, and children will die! ”

After hearing the guard's threat, the orc seemed to be spoken to the heart, and he almost broke down and cried: "I don't want to do this either, I just want to be free, why, why can't you let me go?" ”

"I beg you, stop pushing me, let me go! I just want to be free, I just want to be an ordinary person, I'm really fed up! ”

The more the orcs talked, the more sad they became, and at the end they cried heartbreakingly, as if they had experienced terrible abuse.

And the young man of the Ancient Saint Clan named Gulot, he didn't have the slightest pity. He still said in a condescending tone: "It's ridiculous that a mere lowly slave dares to beg me for freedom! ”

"Since the day I bought you, you are no longer a person, you are just a commodity of mine, how can the commodity be free, don't be kidding!"

When he said the last sentence, Gulott shouted angrily, as if what he said was the truth and a matter of course.

"Give you ten last seconds, put down your sword, and surrender to me! Otherwise, you know the consequences! ”

After Gulott said this, the orc began to hesitate, and his originally fierce gaze gradually began to become cowardly, and his will gradually yielded.

Then he laughed, laughing worse than crying, miserable and sarcastic, broken and desperate.

He slowly lowered the sword in his hand, and finally knelt at the feet of Gulot, kowtowed fiercely, and let out a miserable cry: "I was wrong, master, you bypass me, I don't dare anymore!" ”