Yuwen Zhouyuan's side and Ren Qiuyuan's side are both members of the Winged Clan. The other tribes are eager to weaken the power of the Winged Clan. Those in high positions can see this kind of thing more clearly.
In the large square, the terrifying aura of a master burst out, and the aura rose into the sky. Rays of light of various colors rose up, illuminating the entire ancient city, and the city seemed to be rendered in color.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and his party and Ren Qiuyuan and his party were all shrouded.
Some experts from the Wing Tribe wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't say it. This was a decision made by everyone, and no one could object. Moreover, in this situation, the only way to do it was to arrest both parties.
"I don't have any map, I really don't, he framed me all." At this time, Ren Qiuyuan suddenly yelled, his face was extremely pale, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. Under the terrifying momentum of so many masters,
He was afraid.
This is a cursed Jedi here, not outside. Without the protection of the forces behind him, he suddenly becomes extremely vulnerable. This is the dandy young master from a big force, with a pustule.
Compared to Ren Qiuyuan, Yuwen Zhouyuan is undoubtedly much quieter. He seems to be a god of war, standing proudly, and his expression remains unchanged in the face of countless masters.
Regarding Ren Qiuyuan's words, everyone seemed not to have heard them, and their power even exploded.
"Kakaka..." The bones in the bodies of many of the masters brought by Ren Qiuyuan rang, and all of them had painful expressions on their faces.
"Take action." The unknown strong man shouted out, and a sky-covering hand formed by energy grabbed Ren Qiuyuan and his party, as well as Yuwen Zhouyuan and his party.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood at the front. He withstood the power alone. The people behind him did not feel any discomfort. Seeing hundreds of giant hands descending, Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted coldly and stepped forward.
step.
"Boom!" There was a sound of thunder on the ground, and the cursed city was shaken, and a huge surge of energy came in. This ancient city seemed to be alive, and each building actually issued mysterious rules, as if there was a gathering of people.
energy.
Yuwen Zhouyuan burst out with the aura of dominating the world and controlling the nine heavens. He seemed to be connected with this ancient city. The torrential energy penetrated the void. Those giant energy hands shattered directly and rolled up numerous waves of energy.
"Buzz buzz..." The space was constantly vibrating, wrinkled like a rag.
One after another the storm swept away.
"Ahhhh..." Countless screams occurred, and figures flew out one after another.
The faces of those masters who were in the True Emperor stage became extremely ugly, and their eyes were full of disbelief. They did not expect that Yuwen Zhouyuan's strength had reached this level. This matter has exceeded the combat power of the True Emperor stage.
.
"How is that possible?"
"What is going on? How can he have such terrifying fighting power?"
"Has he already broken through that realm?"
Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan erupting with such fierce and terrifying combat power, many people opened their eyes wide and started talking.
When the torrential energy subsided, Yuwen Zhouyuan still stood proudly, and Ren Qiuyuan and his party were caught in the hands of some masters.
In this square, in addition to the masters at the ninth level of the True King Peak, many masters who were half-step True Saints fell to the ground, howling in pain.
"Ah..." A shrill voice came out, and it turned out to be a master from the Scale Horn Clan, his five fingers turned into claws, and he grabbed the head of a master under Ren Qiuyuan, and surging black energy surged.
This kind of thing happens to many masters.
The masters who held Ren Qiuyuan and others in their hands were forcibly reading the memories of those people. They wanted to see what was going on.
The storage bags and other important things on Ren Qiuyuan's fingers were all robbed.
After reading the memory, each of these masters had ugly expressions on their faces. They understood that they had been tricked and that what Yuwen Zhouyuan said were all lies.
"You are looking for death, how dare you lie in front of so many of our masters." A master at the peak of the early True Saint stage stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan coldly and said.
"It's just that you are too stupid." Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan already knew that his lies would be exposed sooner or later. The reason why he lied was not to save his own life, but to disgust Ren Qiuyuan and bring him trouble.
He started to arrange it after entering the Cursed City, and now he is not afraid of so many masters here.
The man said angrily: "You..."
Two cold rays of light burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he swept the experts in the square and said, "Why, do you still want to take action now?"
"You'd better tell the news about the Lucky Flower! That kind of treasure is not something you can possess alone. Besides, I doubt whether you can get it with your own strength is still a problem. As we all know, any treasure is not easy.
It's easy to get it, but there are always huge crises near them. Although the power you just showed is very powerful, it's scary that you won't be able to use it for long!" said the late-stage True Saint master from the Winged Clan.
"Hey, have you forgotten that the City of the Cursed was once an ancient city with extremely powerful defense and attack power? A powerful formation was deployed here. I am afraid that the reason why the City of the Cursed was breached was because of a traitor.
I forgot to tell you that I am a formation master and it will be easy to kill you all." Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at me and said with a stern smile.
What he said was half true and half false. There were indeed powerful formations deployed in this ancient city. However, it would take a lot of time to master all these formations. Yuwen Zhouyuan has only mastered a superficial knowledge at present.
That's all.
Hearing the words "Array Master", the faces of the people on the left and right changed. They all looked extremely ugly. This matter was difficult to solve. They wanted to get the relevant information about the Lucky Flower, but the battle did not necessarily involve Yu Wen Zhou Yuan.
The opponent was in a dilemma for a while.
Just when everyone's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent and they were in a dilemma, Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly said: "It is not impossible for me to tell you the information about the Flower of Luck."
"Whatever conditions you have, as long as we can do it, we will definitely do it." A master from the Scale Horn tribe said, and other masters also said the same thing.
"Don't worry, it's not that difficult. I only have two things. No, I should say only one. The other thing has something to do with everyone." Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled faintly, and then turned his gaze to the paralyzed man.
Ren Qiuyuan, who was on the ground, had a smile on his face.
Seeing Yu Wen Zhouyuan's expression, Ren Qiuyuan immediately understood. Knowing Yu Wen Zhouyuan's attention, he was extremely frightened and said quickly: "Let me go! As long as you let me go, I will promise you no matter what the conditions are.
I can also be your slave."
"It's embarrassing for me to be your master. The first condition is to kill him and his people!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
Yu Baihe opened her mouth to say something, but she did not open her mouth in the end. Her eyes were full of worry. She was afraid that after Yuwen Zhouyuan left the Winged Clan, the forces behind Ren Qiuyuan would cause trouble for Yuwen Zhouyuan.
After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, the masters who grabbed Ren Qiuyuan's party nodded and took action one after another.
"Puff puff..." A famous expert turned into a rain of blood and his soul dissipated. Ren Qiuyuan also turned into a rain of blood and moistened the entire square.
In the vast square, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to be the God of War descending from the nine heavens. His momentum was overwhelming, and the entire cursed city seemed to be connected to him. His hands were filled with terrifying power.
Under Yuwen Zhouyuan's strong power, everyone could only kill Ren Qiuyuan and his party in order to learn the specific information about the Lucky Flower.
Maybe some people in the Winged Clan were afraid of offending the forces behind Ren Qiuyuan, but the masters of other tribes were not afraid. They took action brazenly. For a moment, the ground of the square was dyed red with blood. It looked extremely miserable, adding to the gray-black square.
A touch of color.
"What about the second condition!" The master of the Winged Clan, who was at the peak of the True King's Peak, said with a somewhat unsightly expression. After all, it was the masters of the Feathered Wings who died, and these people might play a big role in the future.
"The second condition is also for everyone's sake. Now we are surrounded by a group of powerful masters. I don't know what their intentions are. I leave this matter to you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a faint smile.
When he activated the formation of Cursed City just now, his spiritual consciousness was able to spread to any place in Cursed City. At that time, he felt the presence of many powerful enemies around him. One of these people
They are both black-haired and black-winged, masters of the cursed clan.
What, the enemy is by our side?
How is it possible! There are so many masters here, why don’t they notice it?
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan said this, it was no less than a bomb dropped in everyone's heart. They were shocked. They were a little skeptical about Yu Wen Zhouyuan's words at first, but then they believed it. Since Yu Wen Zhouyuan regarded this as the second condition,
Then you must have checked that there are strong enemies around you.
Everyone's eyes were shining brightly, and they were rolling around with terrifying momentum, trying to find out what was going on with those people.
Under the surge of terrifying momentum, the surrounding space shook violently, and countless looming figures emerged.
"Hahaha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded, and then a figure stretched out from the void. This master seemed to be completely unrestricted by the rules of heaven and earth, standing in the void.
His black hair danced wildly, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and his face showed an unruly look. The black wings behind him fanned out slightly, and the black energy surged, as if the devil had descended, and the terrifying momentum filled this space.
This man's cultivation has reached the late stage of the True Saint. He is not affected at all in the cursed Jedi, whether it is his divine consciousness or the power of rules.
After this man appeared, figures walked out of the surrounding void one after another. One by one stood in the void, scanning the people in the square with cold eyes, with a hint of disdain and ridicule in their eyes.