Zhiyang's eyes were like swords, quickly passing through everyone. The heavenly soldiers and generals stood in front of these useless gods, staring at Zhiyang closely. Although there was fear in their eyes, none of them backed away.

The next moment, the heavenly soldiers suddenly launched an attack. Each one of them clenched their weapons and swung them towards Zhiyang.

"snort!"

Zhiyang's footsteps moved slightly, the Yin Yuyao lightsaber in his hand was drawn out, and his body writhed in the crowd.

A bright sword light struck her, and Zhiyang swept back at the same time, stabbing out the green sharp edge in her hand to face the group of heavenly soldiers.

These heavenly soldiers are also top-notch masters, not as good as the group of heavenly soldiers outside the Tianmen. With the long sword in his hand, Zhiyang kept attacking and blocking, facing six people at the same time without difficulty, still standing on the upper hand, advancing and retreating in a controlled manner.

"Are these the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Nine Heavens? Each and every one of them is worse than the people of Qingqiu!"

It was already this time, and Zhiyang, despite the pressure from five or six people, still kept his expression unchanged and mocked the immortals of the Nine Heavens.

As soon as his eyes turned, the previous fun had disappeared, replaced by endless killing intent.

Yin Yu Yao's sword was suddenly raised, and the white luster suddenly swept across the entire sword body, and it seemed to be guarding Zhiyang with consciousness. The heavenly soldiers beside Zhiyang were instantly overturned by this sword energy.

With a wave of his hand, a white silk ribbon suddenly appeared in his left hand.

With a long sword in one hand and a white silk ribbon in the other, Zhiyang stood in the main hall, looking like a ruthless law enforcement war god!

"With these heavenly soldiers and generals, do you really think they can stop me?"

Seeing everyone's frightened eyes, Zhiyang couldn't help but smile. The long silk in his hand flew out instantly, and a flash of white fluttered in front of everyone's eyes. Before everyone could react, hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals were flying around the hall.

.

What kind of strength is this!

At this moment, everyone was staring at Zhiyang closely, and the white silk slowly fell to the ground, making Zhiyang a little more feminine.

"Have you forgotten, immortals, that I studied under Lingbao Tianzun, and when I was less than 30,000 years old, I followed my senior brother to conquer the three realms..."

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the high-ranking immortals were filled with fear and fear. They were obviously old immortals who were more than 100,000 years old, but now they are not as good as juniors who are about 40,000 years old.

"The trouble has been resolved, now is it time to settle our accounts?" Zhiyang walked up to Tianjun step by step with a smile on her face, and quietly confronted him.

"Witch, what's the deal between you and me in the Nine Heavens?" Tianjun was startled, but still looked wrong, facing Zhiyang, looking calmly into her eyes.

"Tianjun, is it true that noble people often forget things?" Zhiyang's eyes were filled with sarcasm and contempt. "When my father and mother were killed in Jiuchongtian, you never gave me an answer;

And the people who died in Qingqiu, and the Luoyuan who suffered in Jiuzhongtian today, don’t they have anything to do with you?”

Zhiyang's voice exploded in everyone's ears, and every word fell on everyone's ears accurately.

"Zhiyang, your father and mother were killed. It was caused by your own obsession, but it cannot fall on me, Jiuzhongtian!"

I don't know where the little fairy came from but had the courage to talk about Zhiyang openly. The hall was so quiet, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhiyang, wondering what kind of crazy things she would do.

Zhiyang slowly turned her head, her eyes were as cold as frost, her blood was rising, her handsome and fair face was stained with mottled blood, her black hair was flowing like a waterfall, and the blood on her silver feathers was dripping in the hall.

On top, facing the immortals, he whispered: "Who said what you just said?"

At this moment, Zhiyang looked even colder, as if he had just stepped out of an extremely cold place. His eyes were searching among the people, trying to find the person who had just spoken.

"I ask again, who said what you just said?"

Her tone was even colder. She seemed to be filled with murderous intent as she quietly waited for that person to appear.

"Zhiyang, do you still want to kill the immortals in this hall?"

Another immortal who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth came out to speak. Unlike the one just now, he didn't hesitate and stood up directly.

"Did you just speak?"

"no."

"Do you know the person you are speaking to, or are you lovers, relatives, or friends?"

"No, I'm just complaining about this fellow immortal."

"So, you don't know him?"

"This is about the life of the immortal. It would be the same if it were anyone else."

Zhiyang stared at the immortal who was busy making his mark, and couldn't help but laugh, "This immortal is indeed of the immortal style. He is so compassionate and compassionate. You should remember him well!"

"Tell the immortals in the Nine Heavens what your name is."

"I'm writing this down in Jiuchongtian, Zhen Youle." He still didn't understand what Zhiyang was going to do at this moment, so he called out his name.

"Zhen Youle... Zhen Youle!" He murmured the name of this transcriber. I have to say that this name really means something. "Come on, come on, everyone, please remember this Zhen Youle. In the future,

I can’t see you anymore!”

Zhiyang raised a smile, looked at the group of vain and hypocritical immortals in Jiuchongtian, laughed, and turned to face the transcriber again, "Look, is there anyone here who is willing to speak for you?"

At this moment, Zhiyang actually felt that he was really pitiful. Just like his name, he was so happy that it became a joke.

"Remember, don't be reincarnated into this ruthless ninth heaven in your next life..."

The next second, Zhiyang turned his wrist and hit the scribe hard on the chest with a palm.

Zhen Youle took a few steps back, but felt no other discomfort. After a while, in the main hall, his whole person began to gradually dissipate. The pale golden light slowly withdrew from his body, and his hands and feet gradually disappeared.

"No... don't, Tianjun, Tianjun, save me!"

No matter how loudly he shouted, no one was willing to intercede for him. Indifference and indifference filled the eyes of everyone present. They all watched the transcript disappear, but still no one stood up.

This is the Nine Heavens.

The Nine Heavens in the name of fraternity and friendliness.

Here, no one has feelings, and no one has a heart.

"By the way, the person who just said that I am but dare not admit it, I hope you will pay attention and remember that this transcriber died because of you."

Zhiyang lowered his head slightly, looked at the immortals behind him, and sneered lightly.

"Witch! You actually killed the ninth-level immortal!"

Tianjun, who was sitting high in the hall, finally spoke, with anger in his eyes. Seeing Zhiyang's provocative gaze, anger arose in his heart.

"How? If I can make trouble in the Nine Heavens once, I can make trouble a second time or a third time!" As soon as the figure turned, Zhiyang came to Tianjun's eyes, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

"I advise you to pay me back everything you owe me, and don't let me come to this hypocritical place like you again!" Zhiyang's eyes glared fiercely. Even when facing Tianjun, she was not afraid to look at it.

After saying that, he put away the long sword in his hand, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, walking straight out of the main hall.

On the way from the main hall to Tianmen, no one dared to stop Zhiyang. Looking at the scene around him that had not changed for thousands of years, Zhiyang frowned slightly, "It's really boring here. I don't know how these people can survive."

of……"

After leaving Tianmen, Zhiyang seemed to have thought of something. She stopped, turned around, looked at Tianmen behind her, turned her eyes, and waved her hand gently.

"boom……"

The entire Tianmen was half blown down. Zhiyang looked at his masterpiece, clapped his hands, smiled with satisfaction, pinched a cloud in his hand, and rushed towards Qingqiu.

Dajiao Xuanyuan took Luo Yuan back to Qizhi Palace first. On the way back, Luo Yuan could not hold on anymore and passed out. He put him on the couch and looked at the scars all over Luo Yuan's body. Dajiao Xuanyuan couldn't help but be shocked.

In addition to being flogged, there were thunder and frost from the ninth heaven all over his body. At this moment, Dajiao Xuanyuan finally understood why Yingsu said he couldn't see Luoyuan because he was late.

"Thank you for not dying, otherwise the stinky girl would have led me to slaughter all the Nine Heavens..."

Dajiao Xuanyuan couldn't help but sigh, and kept bandaging Luo Yuan's injuries with his hands.

After burning a stick of incense, Zhiyang hurried to Qizhi Palace and looked at Luo Yuan on the couch. Her heart tightened, her eyes became sore, and big tears instantly fell from her eyes.

"A Yuan..."

There was no reaction from Luo Yuan on the couch. He lay motionless on the couch. The bloody face had been wiped clean, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"Old man, how is he?"

Zhiyang cast his gaze at Dajiao Xuanyuan aside, hoping that he could give an answer to put his mind at ease.

"The external injuries have been bandaged, but as for the internal strength..."

After all, Luoyuan's original body was half melted. It is impossible to say that there was no harm, but exactly how much damage and what kind of damage there will be is still uncertain.

"It's okay, I...I'm going to find Sister Jingqian. She is the best doctor in the world. She must be able to find a way!"

Zhiyang was slightly dazed, and a gleam of fire suddenly appeared in his originally dull eyes, as if he had grasped a straw.

However, Dajiao Xuanyuan on the side fell into silence. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said slowly: "You can't leave Qingqiu now. Please send a message for Jing Qian to come over."

"Why?" Zhiyang was puzzled, wiped the tears on his face, stood up, and looked at Dajiao Xuanyuan.

"You are the Lord of Qingqiu. Now that you are back, you are also making a big fuss in the Nine Heavens. The immortals from Qingqiu heard the news and came. If you were not here, who else could take charge of the overall situation."

Dajiao Xuanyuan's words were not completely unreasonable, but there was just one thing that Zhiyang had not thought of. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the lifeless Luoyuan on the couch, his eyes widened, and he understood what he was going to do at this moment.

"I understand. I will send a message to Jingqian right now; I will also activate the formation to protect Qingqiu immediately."

Looking at Zhiyang's determined face, Dajiao Xuanyuan was a little relieved.

Zhiyang has always been able to distinguish what is light and what is serious. Although there is a dilemma in his heart, the people of Qingqiu cannot let go.

He looked at Luoyuan again, and although he felt reluctant to leave, this was not the time for children to love each other. He withdrew his gaze and saluted Dajiao Xuanyuan heavily.
Chapter completed!