Outrageous! Even the ancient immortal emperor is my friend!

A shrill scream came from the figure above the sky.

It seems that after this big hand is injured, he will also be severely injured.

Then, a voice full of resentment came out again.

"Wei Zhong, how dare you lie to me!"

Wei Zhong also stood there blankly at this moment, not knowing what happened.

Then an extremely terrifying thought suddenly emerged from his mind. Although it was unbelievable, this was the only possibility now.

So he immediately shouted desperately: "Retreat!"

But then, a hearty laughter suddenly resounded throughout the world.

"Haha, after causing us so much misery and still wanting to retreat, our National Preceptor must be kidding."

As this voice sounded.

Shangguan Jue, who was standing next to Xia Yunxuan, was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up to the sky with excitement on his face.

"It's the commander-in-chief, the commander-in-chief is back!"

The space was distorted, and a handsome figure wearing golden armor slowly walked out of the crack in the space.

There was an inexplicable smile on that handsome face, and he was looking Wei Zhong up and down.

This person is none other than Daxia Zhan Tianshuai, Xia Ziyin.

As Xia Ziyin appeared, Wei Zhong's figure first trembled violently, and then he said in disbelief: "Xia Ziyin...how is it possible, how can you escape from the Mandala Dream Flower?"

Xia Ziyin chuckled, and then said softly: "Don't worry, these questions of yours will be answered for you one by one after you answer them."

After saying that, Xia Ziyin glanced at Shangguan Jue, nodded slightly to the latter, and said: "You did a good job."

Then he raised his hand slightly and said softly at the same time: "War against the heavenly army, arouse the intention to fight."

"war!"

With a roar that resounded throughout the world, an extremely powerful and vast fighting spirit rose from the bodies of the Zhantian Army above the sky.

After this fighting spirit appeared, the newly healed void suddenly collapsed, and fierce space hurricanes roared out from it.

If the fighting spirit summoned by Shangguan Jue is a fierce tiger that frightens the mountains and forests, then the fighting spirit summoned by Xia Ziyin is an angry dragon that truly travels through the nine heavens and frightens the earth.

That fighting spirit turned into a nine-clawed golden dragon, entrenched at Xia Ziyin's feet, letting the latter step on its head.

Ancestor Xuanming, who was above the sky, suddenly said: "Your Excellency Ziyin, I was just deceived by Wei Zhong's rhetoric. I definitely did not violate Daxia's heart."

Xia Ziyin smiled slightly and did not speak. He just stepped on the golden dragon and looked at them calmly.

"You're here, so don't leave. Let me, Daxia, fulfill my duty as a landlord."

An old but powerful voice sounded in the ears of Ancestor Xuan Ming.

All he saw was an old but tall figure stepping out of the crack in space.

This figure has flowing white hair, and although his face is old, his eyes reveal the majesty of having been in a high position for a long time.

"The Lord Protector is our Lord Protector of Great Xia!"

"Yes, where is your majesty? Where is your majesty Qingtian!"

A drop of cold sweat slipped down from Wei Zhong's forehead, as more and more tyrannical figures stepped out of the cracks in space, glaring at him angrily.

But he didn't see the figure who felt fear deep in his heart.

He swallowed, and the fear in his tone could not be concealed.

"Xia... Where is Xia Qingtian?"

As his words fell, a calm voice resounded throughout the entire world at this moment.

"It seems that you miss me very much."

After this calm voice sounded, the whole world fell into a brief silence.

All he saw was a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe walking out of the void.

With the appearance of this figure, the spiritual energy of the entire world instantly became violent.

The coercion emanating from this figure makes people want to surrender and kneel down.

Who else could this person be if he wasn't Xia Qingtian, the ruler of Great Xia?

Xia Qingtian's face was calm at this moment, but there seemed to be surging anger in his golden eyes.

At this moment, Xia Yanran and Xia Wanqiu were also separated.

When the latter looked up and saw the three figures, he was shaken all over, and an unspeakable fear emerged from the depths of his heart.

"Father..."

Wei Zhong seemed to have anticipated his own outcome for a while, with a look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, and then he said with a hint of madness in his tone: "Xia Qingtian, do you dare to fight me one-on-one in an upright manner?" !"

Xia Qingtian's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly said: "I didn't expect that an ant in the Sun and Moon Realm that I let go in the past has now entered the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Even your master also died in my hands, and you Where does the confidence come from?”

At the mention of his master, a flash of overwhelming hatred appeared in Wei Zhong's eyes.

"Xia Qingtian, more than 30,000 people in our Demonic Formation Sect were slaughtered by you, the executioner. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for committing such a heinous crime?"

Xia Qingtian just smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but did not speak.

But Xia Ziyin, who was sitting cross-legged on the dragon's head, laughed, then looked at Wei Zhong with strange eyes and said: "God's punishment? I thought that if there was really a heaven's punishment, I would kill you, the remnants of the Demonic Formation Sect, weren't you kidnapped in the first place? Do my Daxia children use it to practice your evil skills?"

Then he spoke to Xia Qingtian again: "Your Majesty, what nonsense are you talking to him? Damn, I'm so angry. I really thought I had broken through to the emperor's realm. Let me just kill this guy."

But Xia Qingtian shook his head and spoke slowly.

"I have never taken action since the battle of the Demonic Formation Sect a hundred years ago. It seems that the Canglan Continent now thinks that I am old, so let me do it myself."

After the words fell, the dragon robe on Xia Qingtian's body moved automatically, and the golden meaning in his eyes gradually became stronger.

He said calmly to Wei Zhong and the white-robed monk: "You two should take action together."

The expression of the white-robed divine monk changed, and he was interrupted by Xia Ziyin just as he was about to speak.

Xia Ziyin narrowed his eyes and looked at the white-clothed divine monk, and slowly said: "You bald donkey had better do what my Majesty said, otherwise I will demolish your shabby temple today and cut off the heads of the little bald donkeys inside. Hang it on the gate of my Daxia city."

Listening to Xia Ziyin's unceremonious words, the white eyebrows of the white-clothed divine monk slowly wrinkled.

Wei Zhong said frantically: "How dare you be so arrogant? Today I want you, the ruler of Great Xia, to perish here!"

After saying that, overwhelming formation patterns flew out from the palm, connecting with each other to form a large formation.

The white-clothed divine monk also had his hands in place, chanted the Buddha's name from his mouth, and his whole body was shrouded in immeasurable Buddha's light.

"In that case, I would like to use this to appease His Majesty's anger..."