Master Dan Dao

After tidying up these young girls who seemed to be fighting for the Divine Weaver Clan, Qin Yichen swept his eyes again and stared at the idols in the palace.

"This idol seems to be the patriarch of a certain generation of the Divine Weaver Clan? Senior, let the people out, why let Fengmou smash your monument and majesty?"

Suddenly, I saw a dilapidated Taoist palace with strong winds. The graceful statue of the **** weaver tribe trembling with silk thread, and the jade monuments under it were constantly trembling.

The idol's eyes were filled with sadness, unwillingness and helplessness. In the end, the jade stele trembles, releasing the powerful people of the **** weaver clan hiding in the secret realm.

Qin Yichen glanced around and found that there were tens of thousands of people, and there were three or five elders hiding among them.

The three or five elders looked at Qin Yichen, their eyes widened, as if they dared not speak, but in the end they walked out of the Dao Palace obediently. Although Qin Yichen was the predator who scouted their race at the moment, the elders had to be grateful. After all, the former really smashed the statue of the patriarch's ancestor at this moment. Their best result was nothing but blood splashing on the spot. dead

Just defend the dignity of the race.

Immediately, Qin Yichen searched the clan for a while. He moved fiercely and vigorously, and he calculated the time. The speed of Empress Zhiya's return will not be slow, and he can't afford to delay.

Princess Wen Qing followed him and found that there were many girls from the Divine Weaver Clan who seemed to be about her age. At this moment, she was scared to cry, especially when she faced Qin Yichen's cold sword power, she shivered even more.

However, Qin Yichen seemed to turn a blind eye to all this, and his face like a sword carved with a sword was only indifferent from beginning to end.

Only Princess Wenqing thought, how could wood do this kind of thing so easily? Seems to be used to numbness?

However, Que Zhen and Cang Jingtian saw the latter slightly nodded and smiled: "Your grandson is fighting, and your great-grandson-in-law is even better..."

Que Zhen, stroking his silver beard, stood on the top of the god-weaver tribe, overlooking a group of prisoners of war chatting and laughing: "You don't have arrogance when you win, you don't get chaotic when you are in danger, and you don't bend your waist. This is a great talent."

For Qin Yichen, the young girl who smashed a divine weaver tribe without opening her eyes so much that she dared to hold the divine sword at her, for Qin Yichen only needed the divine power of the slap just a little bit stronger.

To Qin Yichen, letting go of the future of these few **** weavers who have not grown up at will is just a little compassion that I am afraid that a stick of incense will be forgotten.

Even Qin Yichen demolished the Dao Palace altar of the patriarch of the **** weaving clan at the moment, and there are several emperors supporting him, afraid that no one would dare to say anything.

However, Qin Yichen's methods to deal with all this are relaxed and proper, showing that the kindness between the prestige is not extinguished, and the majesty is not lost between the benevolence, this is the aura that the person who does big things should have.

"Old Ancestor, the catch is almost done, and the rest are old, weak, sick... Empress Zhiya, it's time to come back soon."

About an hour later, Qin Yichen flew away, and Que Tianxuan helped him temporarily piece together a broken continent. On top of that, there were more than a hundred thousand powerful people of the God-Weaver Clan standing.

Que Zhen looked in his eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked at the **** weaving clan, the emperor's appearance was solemn, the emperor's voice was like a red bell, and the sky was majestic.

"Today, the patriarch of the Ling clan was lost by Yuan Tian's children, and for a while he became an enemy of our emperor Que clan, and he was slightly punished in order to emulate him."

"Grab you and wait to go back, to make armor for our Emperor Que clan weaving! Watching the erlangs of my Emperor Que clan look forward to it! As long as Zhiya rein in the cliff, the emperor will not be embarrassed and wait."

Que Zhen's words are also extremely beautiful, and these words will eventually be spread out, and he didn't blame the Zhiya Niangniang, but counted the fault on the head of Yuan Tiandi.

"take away!"

At the same time, Kun Youtian's group had already cleared a teleportation formation, enough for them to cross the starry sky and return directly to the Emperor Que clan.

"Brother Jingtian, you are a guest, please."

Que Zhen stood in front of the teleportation formation, slightly raised his palms, and they still had to **** the 100,000 God-Weavers, and Cang Jingtian was not welcome, as they were all going to the Dique Clan to rest.

When the Heavenly Prison Demon Emperor saw it, he sneered twice: "It seems that this emperor is not welcome. If others are not invited, this emperor will not lick his face and move up and go!"

"Tell the son of Bai Ze, next time you have this kind of errand, remember to call me!"

The Empress Manhua also shrugged her fragrant shoulders, and saw the sea of ​​flowers converge, and she disappeared into the void on her own.

One hundred thousand divine weavers sounds like a number, but when they are really escorted, it is a mighty dragon.

Qin Yichen stood on the side, it was not difficult to take care of it, because these **** weavers were very sensible, and did not take the opportunity to find faults, and the figures gradually fell into the glory of the teleportation formation.

This is not that the **** weavers have no backbone. On the contrary, Qin Yichen doesn't feel that a young man in a racially small and godly state dared to fight to his death to initiate the prohibition, which is a cowardice.

It's really the general trend, but these **** weavers lined up with their heads down and silently walked towards the teleportation formation leading to the Emperor Que clan, do they have other choices?

Qin Yichen didn't think he was cruel, nor did he feel any guilt or blame.

If he blames himself, he is simply sorry for Yao Yuekong's abolished legs, and if he feels guilty, he is even more sorry for the pierced finger of Elder Nianwu.

Qin Yichen just sighed that the imperial struggle was so cruel.

After this battle, the Shenzhi tribe was directly captured by 100,000 tribesmen as prisoners of war.

Moreover, Qin Yichen caught more than ten elders alone, and these 100,000 people were even the backbone.

What's more, the Shenzhi clan is not a race that is famous for fighting, and the reproduction of the clan is not huge. These 100,000 backbones are not a small loss.

Coupled with this battle, the Divine Weaver Clan was devastated and the temple collapsed. I don't know how many secret realms of palaces were buried as a result. It was only the cost of repairing and remodeling, and I am afraid that it would consume the background of a second-rate race.

Moreover, this is still the battle, except for the demon Yuekong, the emperors did not have a real **** battle to the end, desperately fighting to death!

It was even more because Empress Zhiya was not blamed by Emperor Yuan Tian, ​​and she was even invited by the latter to ask two seniors to come back and find a place, and she would return soon!

Qin Yichen had no doubt that if the Empress Zhiya came back three or two days late, then the people who were looted would have to be millions!

Is Empress Zhiya wrong?

When she saw that Empress Zhiya refused to give up the Tianluo net even if her palm was cut, Qin Yichen didn't know if he knew the answer, but he didn't want to explore the answer.

The **** weaving tribe has nothing to do with the world, and is originally neutral. No matter whether it is not qualified to participate in the imperial contend, or its natural nature, it is because of a momentary gamble, and the bet required after losing is so huge. !

And no matter how unbearable the Divine Weaving Clan is, it is also an emperor. It is conceivable that if this kind of calamity comes to other second-rate or even third-rate races, what a disaster it would be. Looking at the prisoner of war of the Divine Weaver Clan who had come to the end, Qin Yichen shook his head slightly. This was the imperial struggle.