It's just that before they could continue to ask, Qingxia's six Dao Monarch powerhouses showed a trend of encirclement, forcing the three Dao Monarchs of different races to leave the Snow Dragon Holy City.

When the three of them left, they were still scolding, and they wanted to give Emperor Yunxiao a good look.

Standing at the very top of the Snow Dragon Holy City, Emperor Yunxiao stared at the departing backs of the other three with his eyes, and a deep murderous intent appeared in his pupils.

"It's really a pitiful worm, an abandoned son who has long been abandoned by the times, but he has to struggle to change his life against the sky, do you really think that with the remnants of the clan, you can reproduce the era of hegemony?"

There are many big hands behind the exile of the Twelve Clans who are dominating everything, and their purpose is naturally not to let these decayed races regain their position at the peak of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, but to use their hatred to take revenge.

After experiencing the Western Pure Land of Bliss, he had already realized that these things in the mortal realm were just small fights, and with the ability of these people, it was far impossible to make the immortal realm and the Western Pure Land like this.

Even, even the people behind these twelve clans are just pawns in the apocalyptic catastrophe!

Perhaps this negotiation will allow him to reach a deeper level of intelligence.

And calculating the time, Jiang Xuewei should also come out of the Thunder Valley, the inheritance of the Thunder Tribulation, maybe she has awakened more memories and can infer the black hand of the Great Tribulation in the Middle Ages.

Ten days later, at the signal of the Martial Immortal Ancestor, Qingxia dispatched the three Eternal Supremes, and the Mixed Heaven Holy Land also sent the three Supremes to negotiate at the established location in the Ruishan Star Domain.

The reason why the people of the Chaotian Holy Land were also brought in, how could the Martial Immortal Ancestor be willing to let the old thing of the Wanhua Holy Venerable stay out of the matter like this.

In addition to him, the Fourth Heavenly Venerable King, the Northern Star Domain, there was also the Wanhua Holy Venerable, one of the nine Great Saints of the Holy Court.

Dealing with the three major alien races, if it lacks the deterrence of a great holy land, it is not a good thing for the Qingxia Ancient Sect.

The Ruishan Star Domain was in chaos, and with the rule of the three powerful clans, tens of millions of mortals became slaves, and there was an aura of decadence everywhere.

The negotiation site set by the alien race was on a suspended land, about a hundred miles in radius, which seemed to have been transformed into a gladiatorial arena by great power, and the dense position was filled with the strong men of the three clans.

In the blank space at the bottom, several supreme giants of the Mao Wen Clan, the Soul Eater Clan, and the Night Spirit Clan had gloomy eyes, looking at the distant sky from time to time.

It was already noon, two hours had passed since the agreed time for negotiations.

"Damn old Qingxia, are you going to wait for me to get off the horse! This king can't wait to start a war with these weak cubs now, so that they can understand that the Mao Wen clan is not easy to provoke!"

The supreme of the Mao Wen clan was short-tempered, and there were already several smashed stone tables in front of him.

"Be quiet, Dakuru, this is a negotiation proposed by the patriarch of our three clans!"

The supreme face of the Night Spirit Clan was also not good-looking, but he still resisted the anger in his heart and barely kept his calm.

"It's coming!"

The Soul Eater's four-handed supreme eyes were cold, and he suddenly looked at the sky above the right of his gaze, where dozens of quite not weak auras were galloping in.

On the Colosseum, tens of thousands of alien races stood up one after another, raising their heads and bursting out with crazy roars, trying to increase the momentum of the three races.

Qingxia and the Supremes of the two super forces of the Chaos Heaven Holy Land came together, each controlling a half-step supreme-level flying beast, and the mighty momentum directly overshadowed the whistling sound below.

"What a filthy creature, is there only this beast left in the Jedi!"

On the back of the Golden Eagle Bird of Prey, the faces of the three supremes of the Chaos Holy Land were full of disgust, in their opinion, the Mao Wen Clan, the Soul Eater Clan, and the Night Spirit Clan were all inferior creatures, and they were not qualified to live under this starry sky at all.

Faintly, the dozens of powerhouses of the Chaos Holy Land behind him were also proud, and they didn't seem to take the formation below to heart.

The Seven Holy Lands have stood in the realm of cultivating immortals for millions of years, and they have long developed an unbeatable character.

The chariot flying bird of the Qingxia Ancient Sect is a hideous flying dragon, the blood contract of the Cao Zhangjiao Mountain Guardian Divine Beast, which is quite powerful, and can fight with the low-level supreme in a short period of time.

"The three one-tribulation gods and the supreme, those fools in the Holy Land of Chaos, are they really here to deter the three exiles of the alien race? Could it be that Xu Wanding's old thing was kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Qingtian Supreme's eyebrows were full of puzzlement, this was a negotiation related to the follow-up situation in the Northern Star Domain, but Xu Wanding, the head of the Chaotian Holy Land, was not in person, and he only sent out three One Tribulation Divine Gang Supremes, which was too much to underestimate the other party.

Although these three clans have declined, there are at least high-ranking supremes in charge, how can the three one-tribulation god gang supremes be able to intimidate.

This time, the lineup of Qingxia Ancient Sect is much more deterrent, Qingtian Supreme, He Xiangsheng Shizu, Luo Bing Supreme, and Emperor Yunxiao are four people to shoot.

Two birds of prey with a diameter of hundreds of zhang fell from the sky, and the violent wind swept up, and the voices of the creatures of the three clans below immediately weakened, and they were shocked by the two fierce birds.

"Qingxia Ancient Sect Young Sect Sect Emperor Martial Emperor is coming! Who is the person who is talking about this negotiation?"

Emperor Yunxiao took the lead, jumped down from the flying dragon's body, the burning flames wrapped around his body, and when he stepped on the ground with both feet, he shook a pit with a diameter of more than ten zhang on the ground with the qi of his flesh.

"A little doll, what are you kidding, is the Qingxia Ancient Sect ignoring my Night Spirit Clan!"

The supreme of the Night Spirit Clan, who had been forbearing, changed color, and a little boy and a half years old actually negotiated on behalf of Qingxia's master, which was too disrespectful of the three clans.

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao turned his head and glanced at the other party calmly.

"In the early days of the Second Tribulation Divine Gang, your cultivation was not weak, but how are you qualified to be the master of the Night Spirit Clan?"

The contemptuous tone became the fuse that ignited the other party's anger, and the supreme of the Mao Wen clan slapped his hands away, directly swept away the row of stone tables in front of him, and slapped the slap the size of a fan at Di Yunxiao.

"Where did you come from, little cub, grandpa will teach you how to behave first!"

Before anyone arrived, the violent waves of qi rushed towards Emperor Yunxiao with unparalleled momentum.

"It's not good, don't teach..."

He Xiangsheng's ancestor's face froze, and he was about to make a move to block this move for Emperor Yunxiao, but he was stopped by the Qingtian Supreme on the side.

"Lao He, look at it, the Young Palm Sect is not something that the Mao Wen clan on the other side can easily provoke!"

Not far away, the three supremes of the Chaotian Holy Land were clasped in their hands, and their faces were very different, as if they were waiting to see the jokes of the Qingxia Ancient Sect.

"I have long heard that Qingxia's Nalao Shizi Emperor Martial Emperor is arrogant, but he is just a junior disciple, dare to bare his teeth at the Supreme, and I will have fun watching it later!"

"Eight poles collapse! Nine overlapping waves!"

Di Yunxiao's eyes narrowed into a slit, he suddenly stepped forward half a step, his right hand clenched into a fist, and after the deafening roar of the dragon and tiger, he directly smashed into the opponent's big hand.

Bang!

The shocking qi wave spread out in all directions, and the invisible shock wave shattered the stone tables that were originally used for negotiation around them into powder, and the nearest creatures of the three clans were overturned countless times.

(End of chapter)