"Do it!"

"Give it to Ben Holy Maiden, and capture them at once." The Yunluo Holy Maiden shouted angrily.

The powerhouses of the surrounding tribes flashed forward one after another.

I've seen the strength of the red phoenix.

These clan powerhouses have no reservations.

"Printed."

"Please, Tengzu." The warrior of the Yunluo tribe raised his hand to condense, the aura on his body continued to rise, and the phantom of Teng Zu gradually appeared.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm and he glanced up.

This Yunluo tribe Tengzu showed a fiery red feather, revealing an unconcealable scorching breath.

According to his previous experience, most of the Tengzu of this clan was a big bird.

"Don't look for death, you're no match for me." Ye Wentian's eyes flashed slightly, and the spiritual power in his body was mobilized.

"Hum!"

「……」

An invisible force swept through.

The powerhouses of the Yunluo tribe, including the holy woman, trembled all their bodies.

"This ...... This feeling of oppression?"

"Stop, don't come forward!" The Holy Maiden of Yunluo reacted quickly.

Her figure froze suddenly, and her eyes showed unprecedented shock.

At that moment, she suddenly sensed that Master Tengzu seemed to be retreating.

This kind of thing is beyond her comprehension!

"You...... Who are you?" The Yunluo Holy Maiden showed jealousy in her eyes, frowned, and looked at the person in front of her.

Ye Wentian glanced at a few people in front of him.

These tribal martial artists, including that holy maiden, if they didn't have the blessing of Teng Zu's power, they were only equivalent to the basic martial artists of the Transformation Realm Grandmaster.

The gap in hard power is too big for any need to do it.

"He is the Great Flame Dragon King Ye Wentian!"

"I, the Firefox Clan, also belong to the Great Flame Dragon King, and I can't surrender to the Yunluo Clan, so I ask the Holy Maiden to forgive me." Hongfeng found the opportunity and hurriedly stepped forward to speak.

After today's incident, it is not certain that the Yunluo tribe will find trouble with her clan again, so take this opportunity to make them fearful and ensure that the tribe is safe.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone of the Yunluo tribe in front of them focused their eyes on Ye Wentian.

The scene was suddenly silent.

There seems to be an inexplicable feeling of suffocation, haunting my heart.

Ye Wentian's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously raised his head.

"I ......," he was about to say.

The people of the Yunluo tribe in front of them seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"Retreat... Hurry back!"

"Protect the saint of my people, and this person must not be allowed to succeed!"

"Let the Holy Maiden go first......

Several clan powerhouses, the aura around them continued to rise, and while retreating, an array was formed to protect the Yunluo Holy Maiden in the middle.

At this moment, the Yunluo Holy Maiden was even more pale, and the panic in her eyes could not be hidden.

She had already heard of the fierce name of the Great Yan Dragon King.

Suddenly appeared here today, most likely for her.

"Stop...... Stop him!"

"This holy woman, death will not obey him!" The Yunluo Holy Maiden clenched her silver teeth, and her body also retreated again and again, and the speed was so fast that it obviously burst out with all her strength.

At this moment, I can't wait to grow an extra pair of legs.

It's just a blink of an eye.

The people of the Yunluo tribe had already withdrawn a hundred meters away, and they did not dare to relax at all, and in just a few breaths, they had already disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The Red Phoenix of the Firefox Tribe, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he looked ahead blankly.

She never expected that the Yunluo Holy Maiden, who was still invincible, was so frightened that she fled in a hurry just when she heard the other party's name.

Even Ye Wentian didn't react for a while.

"Whew!"

"Whistling ......"

Behind the three of them, the ground shook faintly.

All the people of the Turtle Clan

, At this time, he also rushed over, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his face showed a strange look.

"That team, it seems to be the Yunluo tribe."

"In addition to the patriarch, the tribal saintess should also be in the delegate ranks."

"No wonder Mr. Ye is in such a hurry...... ".

The people who rushed to it suddenly realized.

Xuan Wan'er couldn't help frowning slightly, and glared at the person in front of her.

This guy, when he came to the Eight Songs Summit, couldn't he restrain himself?

"Mr. Ye, don't be anxious, at the Eight Heads Summit, this clan can introduce you to the Holy Maiden of the Yunluo Clan." The Xuan Turtle Patriarch patted his chest and hurriedly stepped forward to speak.

Ye Wentian's face was stunned. "Patriarch, I misunderstood."

"It's because of them that I came first." Ye Wentian pointed to the second daughter beside him and explained in a low voice.

When the Xuangui patriarch heard this, he glanced at the two daughters of the red phoenix.

His gaze was a little more strange.

Isn't it all the same?

If he remembered correctly, the young generation of the Firefox tribe, the proud daughter of the heavens, the heir of the tribal holy daughter, was the girl in front of him.

"Eh, let's go." Ye Wentian raised his hand and gestured, too lazy to say anything more.

The Turtle Patriarch nodded, and immediately motioned for everyone to follow.

The crowd marched all the way.

In the distance, on the horizon, the dark shadow gradually became clear.

Approaching the territory of the Blackhorn Clan, the grass under his feet was dyed with a layer of gray black, and an oval-shaped gray barrier could be seen in mid-air, like a dome, enveloping the entire clan land.

"Formation?" Ye Wentian glanced up, and his eyes were a little more interested.

Covering such a large area, it is enough to see that it is extraordinary.

In a short time, everyone of the Xuan Turtle tribe was already standing in front of the gray barrier.

All the people looked into it with doubts on their faces.

As far as the eye could see, it was gray and impossible to see.

"Mr. Ye, in the past, there was no blockade here." The Xuan Tortoise Patriarch frowned, and his face showed vigilance.

"It doesn't matter."

"Let's go inside." Ye Wentian smiled and walked forward directly.

The first one stepped into the formation.

The dog's sense of the treasure is in the Black Horn tribe, and a formation enchantment can't stop him.

"Kutz."

「……」

The gray barrier was like a thin film of air.

Ye Wentian's figure passed through very easily, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Ahead, you will see a basin, and in the distance you can see a forest of tribal stone houses, and the buildings become denser and denser the further you go.

"You...... But the Great Flame Dragon King?" A sonorous voice came.

In the Black Horn tribe, a middle-aged man walked out.

The man was dressed in a black wrap, shoulder-length hair with dense braids, his face was like a knife, his eyes were deep, and he exuded an unconcealable temperament.