I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

Yan Song left.

Walking very restlessly.

He was roasted into a whole piece by Yancheng, then divided into portions and eaten as appetizers for all the ghosts present.

Next comes dinner.

Two geniuses from all races at the level of magical powers were carried up.

Zhuang Zhou felt faintly in his heart!

This is a chef at the Jindan level who personally cooks the knife.

The kitchen knife in his hand was a foot long and as wide as a door panel.

He doesn't look like a chef, but like an executioner.

This cut fell down.

The prodigies of all races at the two levels of magical powers were instantly divided into two halves!

"Open the banquet!"

Wushuang has not yet arrived.

Yancheng announced the opening first.

The bright silver sword suddenly slashed down.

Just at this time.

A rapid whistle came.

"Take action!"

The voice just fell.

The sky was a fiery red.

Groups of fireballs fell from the sky, each of which was several meters in diameter!

"The mysterious method of the Fiery Clan, the flames burn the sky!"

Zhuang Zhou recognized this method at a glance.

Look at this power.

This means.

It is definitely not something that the younger generation of geniuses can display.

Zhuang Zhou sighed in his heart.

He is really just a cover.

No one among all races would entrust the fate of their own race’s genius to the hands of a foreigner!

So, they have already dispatched strong men to enter the Huanyue Ruins!

"The bait was sprinkled and the fish was indeed hooked!"

A feminine voice fell, and a young man in white walked slowly from the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion.

White clothes, white robes, thin figure, tall and straight posture!

He wears a long sword on his waist, one finger wide and narrow.

This person is Wushuang, the city lord of this vain city.

His eyes were long and narrow, as sharp as a knife, and his lips were thin and white, showing a bit of meanness.

The sword comes out.

Suddenly it was like lightning.

White robes billowed.

The sword light shot up to the sky, divided into nine parts, and pierced the nine flames flying in the sky.

Those flames were easily broken like bubbles, and with a pop, they turned into wisps of blue smoke and dispersed in mid-air.

"Is this a ghost cultivator from the Earthly Evil Realm? He uses his sword to control the Tao. It's so powerful!"

When Zhuang Zhou saw this, he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

As soon as this unparalleled city lord took action, he defeated 90% of the earth evil spirits he had ever seen.

The white clothes are like smoke.

The sword comes out like rain.

The feeling of lifting a weight with ease is shocking.

"All the phenomena of heaven and earth, nine palace formations, blazing fire burning the sky, summoning the ancestors!"

Outside the city lord's mansion.

Nine strong men from the Fiery Tribe at the level of magical powers rose into the air.

They have red hair and red eyebrows, and their bodies are bathed in fire. They are each covered in a scarlet robe, and their breaths are connected and integrated.

Nine strong men from the Fiery Tribe at the level of magical powers combined to form a battle formation, with their breaths connected and their blood interconnected.

An illusory figure was born between heaven and earth.

He was actually a powerful heroic spirit at the Earthly Evil Realm level.

When Zhuang Zhou saw this, he looked a little dazed.

"It turns out that I am not the only one who has mastered the loopholes in the rules of the third level of the Huanyue Ruins! All races have also discovered it! Those who enter the arena must have peak cultivation and cannot surpass the Earthly Evil. But as long as they enter the ruins and then use the summons However, the creatures summoned by this technique will not be restricted by such rules!"

Zhuang Zhou's voice fell.

He looked at the ancestors of the Fire Tribe in the sky and took action boldly.

He made seals with his hands.

A great sun floats in the sky, illuminating the sky in all directions.

"The sun is destroyed and the stars are destroyed!"

The red sun in the hands of the ancestor of the Fiery Tribe fell and struck the city lord's mansion.

Wushuang City Lord was not surprised at all when he saw this.

A look of pride appeared on his thin lips.

"Finally, a guy who deserves to be on the stage takes action! If he kills you, the battle formation of the nine guys who summoned you will collapse on their own! What's so good about two little kids in the magical power realm? You guys are the ones This is my main dish for this banquet!”

The Wushuang City Lord took action again.

The sword comes out.

Like a rainbow penetrating the sun.

A sword stabs the blue clouds.

A sword cuts through the sky.

The red sun summoned by Ancestor Liehuo was penetrated from the middle.

The tip of the sword pierced his heart.

"No!"

Ancestor Liehuo's eyes were about to burst. He didn't have the true spirit body that he had worked so hard to come to, and he was about to perish without even being able to hold on for a single round.

The gap between the two sides is too big.

But the difference is not in their cultivation, but in their understanding of the Tao.

The Wushuang City Lord's swordsmanship has at least reached the peak of the fifth level.

The Flame Avenue of Ancestor Liehuo is still at the fourth level.

Differences in principles.

One step away, a thousand feet away!

Ancestor Liehuo fell.

The nine powerful men responsible for summoning his magical powers in the battle formation were all seriously injured and vomited blood.

They looked at each other.

"escape!"

The nine strong men of the Fiery Tribe in the magical realm did not hesitate at all and suddenly dispersed.

"Can you escape?"

There was a hint of teasing in Wushuang City Lord's long and narrow eyebrows.

Heaven and earth are like a prison.

This city of futile death is also a huge cage.

As long as you enter it, you can't even think about leaving alive.

One after another, powerful people at the level of magical powers walked out of the city lord's mansion and split up, responsible for hunting down the powerful people at the level of magical powers from the Lieyan tribe.

Zhuang Zhou briefly counted the talismans and magic weapons in his hands.

He was very sure that he did not have a piece of the Flame Clan in his hands.

If that's the case, the fact that the Flame Clan is being hunted down has nothing to do with him.

Old God Zhuang Zhou was sitting in his seat, absorbing the death energy in the city lord's mansion that was ten times richer than the rest of the city, and practicing.

Don't tell me yet.

The death energy in this vain city is a disaster for other creatures, but it is a great benefit to him.

Just when Zhuang Zhou was practicing.

Yan Cheng suddenly walked over.

"Little guy, do you still want to continue pretending? Tell me your origins! You may be a ghost cultivator or another practitioner of the death lineage!"

Yan Cheng's smile filled his face and he looked at Zhuang Zhou with a playful expression.

Zhuang Zhou was stunned.

"You know I'm a migrant?!"

"Nonsense, Lord Wushuang is registering the Yin spirits in Wushuang City. Maybe the Yin spirits at the Physical Realm and Tongxuan Realm levels will be missed, but Yin Spirits at the Golden Core Realm level like you will definitely not! The Golden Core Realm, They are already considered strong in the City of Fusi, and there are not many of them, only one or two thousand people. I know all their faces, and there is absolutely no one like you and the person next to you!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled bitterly.

He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect that he would still fall into the eyes of others.

"Then what are you going to do with me?"

Zhuang Zhou asked.

He couldn't feel the murderous intent in Yan Cheng.

Maybe it's because the cultivation level I showed is too weak and it's not worth it!

"Come with me first!"

Yancheng looked around, and then took Zhuang Zhou and Shui Ruxian away.

They came to a secret room together.

In this secret room, Wushuang City Lord had already arrived early.

"Is this Zhuang Zhou?!"

Wushuang looked at Zhuang Zhou with his long and narrow eyes.

Zhuang Zhou stared.

"you know me?"

Zhuang Zhou knew that his reputation was very big, but it should only be limited to the area around Beitian College.

This Huanyue ruins is isolated from the outside world.

It was extremely unexpected that he was recognized.

"We barely know each other! Your enchanted weapon killed everyone on the third floor of Huanyue Ruins. We captured some people from all races and asked them to explain the origin of this weapon and draw your Portrait, I thought you wouldn’t enter the Huanyue Ruins, but I didn’t expect you still came!”

Wu Shuang smiled playfully.

"You don't seem to be doing very well outside. A genius at the Golden Core level, you have a great future but you are forced into this desperate situation."

"How about this, you and I cooperate, you release us, and I help you kill your enemies?"

Wushuang said this.

Zhuang Zhou's eyelids twitched.

"It's easy to get in and out of this Huanyue ruins. If you want to get out, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with my little strength!"

Wushuang chuckled.

"You're being humble! I heard that you are the one with the Gate to Heaven. As long as you have enough energy, you can travel between the three realms and enter and leave the ruins. Isn't it just a matter of words?"

Wushuang raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou looked at him for a moment and felt that his thoughts were frozen, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!