Chihu.
Although the ancestors of the Five Fangs had no objections, many complicated matters still led them to find Zhang Shenling again.
"Isn't all this too sudden? Yun Mengze's recent changes are a bit unimaginable."
"I'm afraid a monster will appear in this situation."
Zhang Shenling smiled and said, "Ancestor is worried that the family will sink in such changes, right?"
"Monster? So what? There can be monsters outside, but my Zhang family can't?"
"Suddenly?" Zhang Shenling looked at the jade slip in his hand, "I was thinking about this issue before, but I won't think about it now."
With that said, he threw the jade slips in his hands to several ancestors.
"The Red Crystal Yun Divine Technique, is this a magic that strengthens the soul? But it looks much worse than the God Tempering Art."
Zhang Shenling nodded, "There is indeed a big difference. If it is exposed in the future, we can use this thing to silence outsiders."
"Where did it come from?" Zhang Shen asked.
"In addition to Yunmengze, that boy Xiwen sent it back, but I'm afraid he didn't expect Zhang Qing to find the God-forging Art in Yunmengze."
"Originally, I planned to activate it after the soul-refining spells are sent back from the outside. The predicted time should be a few years or more than ten years later, but now it seems that our descendants of the Zhang family are more outstanding than we thought."
"It's just a few months apart, it's not a big deal."
Zhang Shenling continued: "Tell the Zhao family that the Zhang family will continue to send resources from the south. In addition, the Zhang family will be responsible for one-sixth of all the things that require resources to lure casual cultivators to do."
"Zhao Jingmu will know what to do. I bet he won't dare to defeat the enemy to the death."
"Even if Chihu's position wasn't bad, I would have wanted to replace the Zhao family to deal with the demons."
"Everything is for the family."
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"Everything is for the family."
He helped Zhang Yunyuan who had fallen from the sky, and a calm voice came from the latter's mouth.
"I think it may be more suitable for my clan brother to refine weapons at this time."
"Leave it to me to deal with the fighting."
Flying into the sky and watching the willow branches drooping all over the sky, the flames on Zhang Qing's body spread without hesitation.
"Zhao Si?" Looking at the stunningly beautiful and graceful woman in front of him, Zhang Qing said.
He had met this person once on the second level of Yunxia Land. At that time, he was the leader of the Zhao family camp.
In comparison, Zhang Qing's name is not well known.
"Zhao Jingmeng." The clear voice of the woman opposite made Zhang Qing a little surprised.
"Who are you, Zhao Jingmu?"
The four major families, when there were not many monks in the clan, all had their own seniority. But later, as the clans spread out, everyone no longer cared about their seniority.
"According to seniority in the clan, I should call the head of the family my clan brother."
Zhang Qing nodded, "No wonder I even listened to you when building the foundation."
The moment the words fell, a deafening roar filled the sky, and the flames burned the willow branches, and the latter kept falling next to Zhang Qing, trying to tear apart the flame defense around him.
"It's really difficult to deal with. I heard that the Zhao family's original inheritance of immortal magic came from a willow stick. I don't know what you think?"
"It has become a willow tree." Zhao Jingmeng responded casually, constantly urging the willow branch in his hand to approach Zhang Qing.
"In other words, are you considered part of the Immortal Willow?" Zhang Qing smiled, "It doesn't look like much."
The flames on his body burst into flames in an instant, and Zhang Qing turned into a general and rushed towards Zhao Jingmeng's position. Willow branches kept falling down around him, and the sharp edges made the flames intimidating.
Huge force and arrow-sharp wicker fell on Zhang Qing's body. The pain of flesh and blood spread throughout his body in an instant, almost causing the magic power in Zhang Qing's body to become disordered.
"You missed the best opportunity." With a roar, Zhang Qing swung out a punch filled with flames, and the red flames burned the void with his fist.
However, at this moment, a green willow tree tens of feet high suddenly appeared behind Zhao Jingmeng. The quietly drooping willow tree looked like a madman coming to kill Zhang Qing the moment he approached.
The willow branches spread like ferocious snakes along Zhang Qing's body along the flames, tightly imprisoning him in the sky. As the wood spirit released its huge power, his whole body was stretched into a big character.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Zhao Jingmeng slowly walked towards Zhang Qing, the green light on the tip of the sword becoming brighter and brighter.
"It seems that you don't have any stronger strength. Your strong magic power can't turn defeat into victory."
In the fierce flames, Zhang Qing's eyes were filled with a smile, "Really?"
The clenched fists were released at this moment, and then Zhang Qing grabbed the wicker wrapped like a chain with his backhand.
"Roar!"
A white giant elephant roared up to the sky behind Zhang Qing. Immediately, the majestic demonic aura spread in all directions, causing Zhao Jingmeng in front of him to subconsciously stop in place.
"Then let's try it first, who is more powerful!" After saying that, Zhang Qing roared, and his hands began to erupt with terrifying power.
The wicker tightened at this moment, and Zhao Jingmeng felt the huge force tearing at his body, and had to stop to pour mana into the wood spirit behind him.
In the sky, the bright brilliance of the spell disappeared and turned into pure wrestling. As the wicker cracked and burned into ashes by the flames, Zhang Qing regained his freedom.
Without any intention of being soft-hearted, Zhang Qing rushed towards Zhao Jingmeng again, and the flames accompanied by the power of his body fell towards the latter like a meteor.
The trembling roar was continuous, and the green light and shadow and wicker were also dancing. The two of them hit from the sky to the ground. Zhang Qing's strong physique allowed Zhang Qing to suppress Zhao Jingmeng all the time.
Finally, as the willow wood spirit turned into light and shadow and shattered, Zhang Qing's hands finally broke through Zhao Jingmeng's last defense and fell on the neck that was burned red by the flames.
"assistant!"
"Brother of the clan!"
Two exclamations came from the distance. Zhang Qing stood up from Zhao Jingmeng with an indifferent expression and lifted the latter up with his palms.
"Let her go!" His eyes were filled with anger. Zhao Dong stared at Zhang Qing's hand, while behind him, Zhang Yunyuan also flew down.
"Brother, I'm afraid I can't kill this person." Kanshu La
"Her father is a golden lotus plant."
Although the Zhang family and the Zhao family now feel like they are at odds with each other, Zhang Yunyuan still has to admit that even at this time, Zhao Jingmeng's life is still terrifyingly expensive.
Zhang Qing ignored Zhao Dong and asked Zhang Yunyuan: "The missing one?"
"The one at Wood Mountain."
Hearing this answer, Zhang Qing couldn't help but look at Zhao Jingmeng in his hand, and then shook his head helplessly, "I heard that that person is over two hundred years old, and he is getting stronger with age."
Then he looked at Zhao Dong and said, "You can get out, she won't die for the time being."
With that said, he grabbed Zhao Jingmeng and walked towards Linyuan City.
Behind him, Zhao Dong gritted his teeth and stood there, but still did not dare to take action and flew away into the distance.
