Chapter 3240 0 Clan Pressure

"Wait a moment, I have been notified..."

Before he could finish his words, a figure appeared at the gate, cupped his hands towards Xu Ziyan and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Xu is here, and the succulent is full of brilliance."

Xu Ziyan cupped his hands and returned the salute: "Eight elders, don't come here without any problems."

"Hehe, please!"

"Please!"

In the main hall of the Celestial Clan, the eighth elders showed a trace of complacency when the guests and hosts were seated. When he thought about it, when Xu Ziyan came here at this time, it must be that something happened in the catastrophe of Shangyuan Continent. Xu Ziyan couldn't cope with it and came to ask for help.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, something happened to the catastrophe in Shangyuan Continent?"

"A change?" Xu Ziyan looked at him in surprise and said, "There is no change, it's still the same."

"Pretend, you are pretending so hard!" The eighth elder despised in his heart, but he still smiled on his face and said, "That's the best. Now our hundred clans are too busy to take care of themselves. If there is really a change in your side, it will also let you We're under a lot of pressure."

At this time, Xu Ziyan understood what he meant, and when he saw the faint complacency on his face, and compared the souls of the hundreds of clans with those of the hundreds of clans in his heart, he couldn't help sighing.

These hundred clans are really not as good as one generation after another!

With this thought in mind, a faint disdain appeared on his face.

"What kind of look is this?" The eighth elder was stunned: "Why do you think Xu Ziyan is despising me? Why does he despise me? Why do you despise me?"

At this time, Xu Ziyan was a little impatient, and said lightly: "You are the only holy monk in the Tianzu now?"

"Yes!" The Eighth Elder showed a hint of vigilance on his face: "The holy monks of the Celestial Clan are all in the Fourth Immortal City of the Hundred Clans." Having said that, he added a little guilty:

"However, if something happens here, the patriarch will rush back immediately with all the saints of the hundred clans."

Xu Ziyan glanced at the nervous eighth elder in surprise. Then he suddenly realized his nervousness, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes and said:

"Go and inform your patriarch to come back!"

"Me? Tell the patriarch to come back?" The eighth elder asked in shock.

"What? Have you become the master of your patriarch?"

"But……"

"Or do you think that if I do something here, you can stop it?"

"I……"

"go quickly!"

Xu Ziyan's tone is full of doubt. The Eighth Elder's face froze, and then became extremely ugly. Since he became a saint, no one has been able to be so strong in front of him, even Yang Hui has given him three points of face in front of him. But now Xu Ziyan seems to be ordering him.

but……

He just can't attack yet. In terms of strength, he is not Xu Ziyan's opponent. In terms of favor, the heavenly clan owes Xu Ziyan. And he really couldn't make the decision for Yang Hui. the most important is. If Xu Ziyan has any disadvantages to the Tianzu, he can't stop it at all. Thinking of Xu Ziyan's proposal to see Yang Hui, he should not do anything harmful to the Celestial Clan. Especially now in the midst of catastrophe, he no longer hesitated, stood up immediately and said:

"Xu Daoyou wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go."

"Well!" Xu Ziyan nodded slightly.

The Eighth Elder strode out of the gate. Then go through the space. He is more anxious than anyone else, sitting in the celestial clan with a Xu Ziyan. After he left, the Celestial Clan didn't have a holy monk at this time, so how could he not be in a hurry?

Xu Ziyan picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it slowly, not yet a third of it. Then I saw a group of holy monks appearing outside the main hall of deliberations, they were all holy monks from hundreds of clans, and Yang Hui walked in the front. While walking towards the hall, he laughed loudly and said:

"Friend Xu. Rare guest, rare guest!"

Xu Ziyan stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Patriarch Yang, now is the time of catastrophe, so I will make a long story short. In the era of hundreds of clans, there was such a group of monks..."

Xu Ziyan simply told the whole story. Although what he said was simple, the hearts of monks from all ethnic groups were full of shock. At the same time, shame also rose in my heart. The chiefs of the Kunpeng, Giant, Earth Spirit, Rune and Dan stepped forward and saluted:

"Xu Daoyou, I'm sorry!"

Xu Ziyan waved his hand and said: "I got up today to send back the souls of the seniors of the Celestial Clan who are still alive. The souls of other monks of the Hundred Clans are also being sent back to the land of the Hundred Clans in batches by other holy monks."

The hundred clans were overjoyed when they heard this. Although the strength of these soul bodies is not as good as before, they have a relatively complete inheritance! It is precisely because of the loss of part of the inheritance of the Hundred Clans that the strength of the Hundred Clans today is not as good as that of the Hundred Clans.

This favor is too big...

Thinking about the previous decision of the Hundred Clans, even Yang Hui's face is burning hot at this time.

Xu Ziyan sacrificed the space fairy, and thousands of celestial clan souls flew out of the space fairy. Yang Hui saw Yang Mantian at a glance, his eyes became moist, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Uncle Seven..."

Yang Mantian looked at Yang Hui, and said coldly: "Xiao Hui, are you the current patriarch of the Celestial Clan?"

"Yes!"

"How did you become the head of the clan?" Yang Mantian said angrily: "When the catastrophe is coming, you have your own little calculations. Don't you know that this will harm the hundred clans?"

"I……"

"What are you?" Yang Mantian was furious.

Xu Ziyan doesn't want to stay here to watch the show. Anyway, if he stays here at this time, Yang Hui's face will not look good. He opened his mouth and said:

"Senior Yang, Ziyan still has many souls to send to the Hundred Clans, so I bid farewell."

"Trouble, Fellow Daoist Xu!" Yang Mantian's expression softened, and he thanked Xu Ziyan.

"You're welcome!"

After Xu Ziyan returned the gift, he walked outside.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please stop!" The chief of the Kunpeng clan stepped forward, with anticipation in his eyes, "Is there a senior from our Kunpeng clan?"

All the monks in the hall looked at Xu Ziyan expectantly, Xu Ziyan nodded with a smile and said:

"There are all of them, but some have more races and some have fewer. Now the souls of the seniors of the other nine races should have been sent back. Within one day, we will send the souls of all the seniors to the clans."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" All the patriarchs of the hundred clans gave a deep salute to Xu Ziyan, even Yang Hui.

"Farewell!"

Xu Ziyan left the main hall, stepped on the void, and shuttled away.

Within a day, the souls of the monks of the Hundred Clans were all sent back, which was a big event for the Hundred Clans. However, the first thing these souls did when they appeared was to scold the current patriarch of the hundred clans, and those patriarchs of the hundred clans could only listen. However, they did not form an alliance with Xu Ziyan immediately, they still need to gather together to discuss.

However, they also explained to these senior souls that it is actually useless to form an alliance with Xu Ziyan now. Non-alignment will not harm the interests of hundreds of clans. Because there are forbidden places and dangers on the way from the Broken Continent to the Shangyuan Continent, only the monks of the holy level can pass through, and the monks below the holy level cannot pass at all.

This explanation was immediately reprimanded by those senior souls: "Is there a dangerous situation in the forbidden area? Then don't you holy monks transport monks with space artifacts?"

Even so, these senior souls also know in their hearts that with their current situation, they can only urge the hundred clans, but they cannot command the hundred clans. Therefore, after cursing for a day, these senior souls simply retreated and began to sort out the inheritance they knew, and do their part for their race.

The patriarchs of the Hundred Clans once again gathered in the Fourth Immortal City of the Hundred Clans.

In the meeting hall.

The patriarchs of the hundreds of clans sat there in disgrace, each with a look of embarrassment on their faces. These days they are often reprimanded by those senior souls, but they still have to bear it. This is not only because those soul bodies are their elders, but also because they know that those soul bodies are right.

So not only do they have to endure it, but they have to prepare for them a place to keep their souls. This is not a soul, and the jade that can guarantee that the soul will not disperse is not ordinary jade. The reason why the souls of the hundreds of clans survived in the depths of the trench was because there was a jade pond formed by seven-colored jade mines. Therefore, the best place to keep the soul alive is colorful jade, so they searched for colorful jade everywhere, which caused the price of colorful jade to skyrocket.

After all the preparations were completed, the patriarchs of the hundreds of clans took the time to get together to discuss. They had to discuss a decision as soon as possible, because the soul ancestors in the family were still waiting for the letter. And this matter really cannot be delayed, no matter what the final decision is, there must be a charter.

The hall was completely silent, Yang Hui sat in the first place and did not speak, neither did the people on both sides. Sometimes they looked at each other, and both of them smiled wryly.

"Ugh……"

I don't know who sighed, and then there was a sigh. Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and then laughed. Such a smile made the atmosphere in the hall a little more relaxed. The patriarch of the Earth Spirit Tribe said:

"Master Yang, everyone, in fact, there is nothing to consider in this matter. Isn't the lesson of the Hundred Clans era not severe enough? It is the most correct thing to form an alliance with Xu Ziyan, and the sooner the better."

"Not bad!" the chief of the Kunpeng Clan said.

"I agree!" said the patriarch of the Rune Clan.

"I agree!" said the patriarch of the Dan clan.

"I agree!" Several patriarchs also nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever thought about it?" The patriarch of the Earth Clan said with a gloomy face: "It's just that the verbal alliance with Xu Ziyan is of no use at all. Because there are forbidden lands and dangers between our more than one hundred Broken Continents and Shangyuan Continent, except There is no one for the holy monks to cross over. So this kind of alliance is meaningless, we can't make us holy monks a tool to transport those low-level monks, right?"

All the saints nodded after hearing this. Although they all knew that it was because of the obstruction raised by the earth clan's resentment against Xu Ziyan, they had to say that the patriarch of the earth clan made sense.

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