The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"Tsk, tsk, it turns out to be a force of the Puppet Clan. Where do you come from? We have been in these twelve lands for decades, and we haven't met an opponent yet. You still look like that!"

"By the way, I am the fourth son of the throne, Rongxin!"

"Although I am not the real eighth realm, I do have the combat power of the eighth realm, which is not something you can match with the help of external fusion!"

Rong Xin's tone was light, but the contempt in her words could not be concealed.

"Oh? Really?" Wuweizi's face was expressionless, but the next moment, the sky was filled with dense black beads, each one carrying a terrifying aura.

At the same time, talismans unfolded one after another, like blocking out the sky and the sun, with Taoist magical powers sealed within them. Just a trace of fluctuation made people's hearts tremble.

"Thunder Fire Beads, each one has the power of a peak Void Refinement blow. How many are there? Count them!"

"There is also this talisman, which seals the blow of transcending tribulation. I can take out a hundred talismans to play with you. If you think it is too little, haha!"

As soon as Wuweizi finished speaking, he waved his hand and saw a hundred more talismans spread across the sky, which also sealed the attack of overcoming the tribulation.

"Oh, do you have a high level of cultivation? Are you good at fighting? Being able to fight is of no use! You need to be powerful and have a background to join the gang. Which one of you are in the right place?"

A big shopkeeper with handsome features like a knife, who looked wild and unruly, said jokingly.

"By the way, my name is Zu Wuyan. You can just call me Ancestor. If I'm in a good mood, I might be able to recognize you good grandchildren!"

"Who are you and where are you from?" Opposite, the leader of the Rongling Clan, also known as the Great Throne, looked extremely ugly.

He was sure to win these five false eight realms, but the tribulation-transmitting talismans in the sky were real, hanging over their heads like knives.

"Magic Pavilion!" Wuweizi said calmly.

The pupils of the four Rongling Clan members who had transcended the tribulation and fought hard suddenly shrank when they heard this.

"It turns out that it was the power established by the senior who cultivated the Immortal Life of Borrowing Words. No wonder the wealth and treasures in his hands far exceed those of others!"

The Great Throne's tone was unclear, as if he was thinking about it. After a few breaths, he spoke again, "We are all smart people. Since we can't do anything to each other, let's stop what happened today!"

"You leave, I will pretend that you have never been to the City of Trapped Beasts!"

Below, when the more than two hundred transformed gods saw this situation, their hearts suddenly sank, as if their newly born hope was about to be shattered.

But Wuweizi and the others were unmoved, with sneers on their faces instead.

"Fellow Taoists, it seems that you know nothing about the concept of having so many talismans that you can wipe the floor!"

The one who spoke was Zu Wuyan. He smiled evilly and wildly. With a wave of his hand, another hundred tribulation talismans appeared in the air.

"My Magic Pavilion doesn't have any great abilities. I'm just rich. When I'm away from home, I like to use my wealth to pressure others!"

"Haha, the talismans are dead, but we are alive. Do you really think these dead things can't defeat us?" The Four Thrones glared.

"Maybe, but in this city of trapped beasts, it's hard to say with so many Fusion Spirit Clan warriors!" Zu Wuyan spread his hands, somewhat noncommittal.

"Then what do you mean?"

"You have captured so many monks from the Twelve Lands, should they be released?"

"Let these fake people go, don't even think about it!" Rong Xin refused without even thinking.

But the big throne had a cold look in its eyes, and said something in the air in the clan language.

"Brother?" Rong Xin suddenly became anxious and seemed a little confused.

"Fourth brother, don't be anxious!", the Great Throne said calmly.

The next moment, the entire City of Trapped Beasts became restless again, and countless Fusion Spirit Clan escorted the monks one by one to the Colosseum.

Even Rong Yan and the others disappeared. Soon after, ten fused monks came out. These fused bodies were already close together, but their souls were still sealed.

There were more than 300,000 monks in the Colosseum with a radius of ten miles. They were kneeling on the ground. Behind each of them stood a Fusion Spirit Clan, holding a war weapon and falling on their necks, as if to chop them. The head is average.

"Why should we, the Rongling Tribe, compromise with you? Don't you hypocrites like to talk about benevolence, justice and morality? If you want to save your fellow tribesmen, fine, then destroy the city of trapped beasts!"

The Great Throne's tone was a little disdainful, "Aren't you Fu Luduo? Let's blast all the Fusion Spirit Clan below and those hundreds of thousands of fake people. I want to see if you have this ability!"

After he said this, he gave an order. Thousands of blood pillars suddenly spewed out in the Colosseum, and thousands of heads rolled down. The bright red blood made everyone's minds stagnant.

Li Chuyi looked at this scene, and then looked up at the confrontation between the two sides in the air. The Rongling Clan showed that it didn't matter at this moment, and it was all about what you do!

How to deal with the current situation? He kept thinking in his mind, and gradually, a train of thought took shape in his mind. Even when the thought became clear, he himself was shocked!

But it's not him who makes the decision, he also wants to see how these predecessors who have lived for thousands of years behave.

"Are you threatening me?" Wu Weinzi's eyes seemed to be cannibalistic.

"Otherwise, if you don't have many treasures, you will destroy your own kind together!" Rong Xin sneered, full of ridicule.

The next moment, a talisman suddenly exploded in the air, and then a giant finger lifted up into the sky, falling from the sky as if from the galaxy, and fell straight into the Colosseum.

Before everyone could react, they heard a roar and an irresistible huge wave coming.

When the dust settled, the Colosseum was full of tumbled bricks and tatters, and the most eye-catching thing was the corpses. They were so dilapidated that many of them had no bones left, leaving only a trace of blood. .

Among them are the human race and the Rongling race!

"Haha, I accidentally triggered a talisman just now, but this tribulation attack was just like that. I only killed 150,000 Nascent Soul humans and hundreds of thousands of Fusion Spirits!" Wu Wenzi didn't even look at it. Look below, the tone is full of calmness.

"They have nothing to do with us, so why should I, the Magic Pavilion, be hijacked by your alien race?"

"Go on, there are a lot of talismans, I hope you, the Rongling Clan, can eat them all!"

"Anyway, you won't let them go. Instead of letting them die in humiliation, it's better for us to do it ourselves and end it once and for all!"

Opposite, the four members of the Great Throne were furious and clenched their fists. How dare these people?

"What, you're mute? Then I'll continue!" As Wuweizi spoke, another talisman was ready to explode!

"Wait a minute, let him go!"

Finally, the Great Throne gave the order, and he continued to say sadly: "Haha, do you really think it would be a good thing to let them go?"

"There are real 'people' out there, haha..."