Shang Yan, the leader of the Shang tribe, saw thousands of arms coming at him, and he retreated quickly.
But the Thousand Divine Arms stretched out, and each arm turned into a vortex storm, wrapping the space in it as if there was nowhere to escape.
Shang Yan's hands formed a seal, and his footsteps stopped. His body shone brightly, and layers of flame light surrounded him, protecting him.
The storm swallowed, and the two flames collided. He was directly swept into the storm of the Thousand Divine Arms.
Boom … A terrible vortex of devouring power descended, and Shang Yan only felt the flame light around his body turn into a stream of flame, rushing toward the other's body, being swallowed and refined in a frenzy.
His face became extremely ugly. How could this be?
He was of the Unblemished Plane, and his Flames of the Way were extremely tyrannical and overbearing, able to melt everything, and any attack that came close would be destroyed.
His opponent's Flames of the Way were swallowing and refining his Flames of the Way. It seemed to be of a higher level than his own.
Unless he had borrowed the secret treasure passed down by Emperor Kua.
Thinking of this, his expression was gloomy, and the flame currents on his body were swallowed up in a frenzy. He was buried in the flame vortex, which turned into a sun. He seemed to be in the center of the sun's fire, and the infinite sun's fire wanted to burn and refine him into nothingness.
Boom! Shang Yan himself was a flame body, and the sun's fire refined his body, but it could not burn him for a while. He was bathed in flames and turned into a god of fire.
In other places, monstrous battles were erupting, but Wu Yong focused on Shang Yan while resisting and attacking.
Shang Yan was the weakest among the leaders of the seven major tribes. Now that he had seized the opportunity, he would kill one of them in one go.
In this way, it would also destroy the confidence of the tribes.
Shang Yan had been shrouded in a sun sphere, and the flames in the center of the sun were crimson, as red as blood, which was shocking to see.
Shang Yan even sensed a sense of crisis.
Wisps of the True Fire of the Sun condensed and flowed along Wu Yong's body to the space where Shang Yan was. The true fire fell down and sprinkled on Shang Yan's body.
At this moment, Shang Yan only felt his flame body sizzling as it was being burned and refined.
"Impossible …"
Shang Yan sensed this change, and his expression changed. This was impossible.
He was a Nirvana cultivator. Even if Wu Yong borrowed his Dao, how could he refine him?
The light of the True Fire continued to descend, and sizzling sounds rang out continuously. Beams of even more powerful crimson light descended, directly piercing through his flaming body. His body became illusory under the flames, and then he felt an intense pain.
"Boom!" He took a step forward and his body soared into the sky. Raging flames burned the sky as he tried to escape from this space.
In the outside world, Chonglou War God Wu Yong's eyes scanned the space where he was. Divine fire shot out of his eyes and fell wildly. The fire of the Great Path above his huge body flowed wildly into it. From the outside, one could see Shang Yan's body inside the sun.
When Zhu Kong and the others saw this scene, their expressions changed greatly. Zhu Kong condensed a huge Sun God Sword, pierced the void, and headed in that direction, wanting to save Shang Yan.
After all, the seven tribes had come together, and they were bound together for glory.
Countless lines of true fire shot out from the solar storm, swallowing up Shang Yan's body little by little. Finally, with a loud bang, the sun exploded, and Shang Yan's body melted into the endless flames and disappeared.
He was burned to death.
"Chief …" In the distance, the faces of the cultivators of the Shang tribe changed.
The eyes of Zhu Kong and the others also changed. Wu Yong was already able to kill a Nirvana-Plane existence.
Although Shang Yan was a relatively weak existence among the chiefs of the seven tribes, he had once been stronger than the original chief of the Wu tribe.
Of the nine tribes, only the chiefs of the eight tribes were left.
If Wu Yong was removed, there would only be seven tribes left.
Moreover, there were too many of the Beili tribe, and they seemed to be wavering. Perhaps they were watching the situation.
They did not expect that one of the Nirvanas of the seven tribes would be killed when they came to capture Ye Futian. Ye Futian was able to let Wu Yong pass.
This made him very uneasy. After the fall of Emperor Kua, even though the nine tribes were constantly fighting, they were still united against the outside world, so they could rule the western region for a long time.
Now, was the nine tribes finally about to usher in a great change?
Of course, in addition to uneasiness, there was also anger.
Zhu Kong stared at Wu Yong and said, "The nine tribes are one, and you killed Shang Yan."
Wu Yong glanced at him indifferently. The person who did it was Zhu Kong. Was there any point in blaming him now?
If the other party could kill him and take what belonged to Emperor Kua, would he show mercy?
Absolutely not.
"I am cleaning up for Emperor Kua. You attacked the heir of Emperor Kua and betrayed Emperor Kua's will. You are already traitors," Wu Yong said. Wu Yong said. Since both sides had chosen different positions, then they could only continue walking forward.
Zhu Kong's body rose into the sky, and the dazzling sunlight above the sky sprinkled on his body. Suddenly, endless Sun God Swords were born between heaven and earth, wrapping the vast space in it, covering the sky and the sun.
In Qianye City, countless people looked up and could all see this shocking scene.
Many people continued to retreat away from the battlefield. It was too dangerous here.
Zhu Kong did not seem to intend to get close, but to launch a long-range attack.
Not only him, but the other six Nirvana-Plane figures all released their power.
As Zhu Kong pointed his finger downward, countless Sun God Swords fell down, destroying everything in their path.
In the distance, there were sacred fire dragons roaring. These dragons were like real dragons descending to the world, rushing toward those Sun God Swords.
With a loud roar, a figure stepped out, holding a scepter in his hand. It was the leader of the Beili tribe, Beili Yue.
"Zhu Kong, are you still stubborn?" Beili Yue said to Zhu Kong in the void after he arrived.
"Are you also choosing his side?" Zhu Kong stared at Beili Yue and said. Before, Beili Yue's attitude was ambiguous. When Ye Futian and the others left the Ancestral Lands, he had helped Ye Futian.
Now, seeing that Ye Futian could borrow Wu Yong's way, he also stood out and chose his side.
"You have delusions and want to take it, but have you ever thought that the ruins of Emperor Kua have existed for many years? Since the nine tribes could not get it, it is destined not to belong to the nine tribes. City Lord Ye entered the ruins of the Ancestral Lands and inherited the will of Emperor Kua. Even if you do not recognize his position and are unwilling to follow him, why not give City Lord Ye some years? Maybe he can really lead the nine Ancestral Lands?"
Beili Yue said loudly. He stood on Ye Futian's side. There were public and private reasons.
Ye Futian was able to get the inheritance, and his talent was naturally recognized by Emperor Kua. He made history, and his future was limitless. Maybe he really could become the next Emperor Kua.
As for private reasons, now that it had been proven that it was difficult for the nine tribes to take him down, why not take advantage of the situation and make friends with Ye Futian?
Zhu Kong looked indifferent. Now, there were three Nirvanas around Ye Futian.
Wu Yong, Shen Tianzhan, Beili Yue, and they did not know if there were any Nirvanas hidden in Emperor Xia's Realm.
But what really made them helpless was that Ye Futian could borrow Wu Yong's way and exert the combat power of the peak of Nirvana. They could not get close to Ye Futian and could not take him down.
Today, the seven tribes came together. They thought it would be a simple battle, but they did not expect it to be so difficult.
Moreover, a Nirvanas died because of it.
But now, the two sides were like fire and water, and it was difficult to get off.
If they did not kill Ye Futian, he would come to them sooner or later.
If Ye Futian took Wu Yong and defeated them one by one, it would be a disaster for the tribes.
Under such circumstances, they had to succeed today even if they could not.
Thinking of this, Zhu Kong looked around at the people around. Those who were still around were all figures of top forces, and there were Nirvanas in charge.
He said loudly, "You have all seen this battle. Ye Futian has the precious treasure passed down by Emperor Kua. According to the people of the Wu tribe, in the gate of the ancestral land of the nine tribes, and in the middle, when Emperor Kua was passing down the inheritance, Ye Futian used the item passed down by Emperor Kua to devour the fire of the entire ancestral land, which caused the ruins of the ancestral land to disappear. Now, the power he lent to Wu Yong is most likely only a part of the power he devoured. Can you all imagine what it would be?"
When everyone heard Zhu Kong's words, they all showed a strange look, and then they understood. No wonder the seven tribes came together and directly accused Ye Futian of crimes and wanted to take him away by force, even if it meant getting Emperor Xia's Realm.
The inheritance of Emperor Kua, plus the secret treasure left behind to devour the entire ancestral land, was a terrible thing.
What one hears may be false, but seeing is believing.
At this moment, Ye Futian borrowed Wu Yong's way, which also confirmed Zhu Kong's words.
If they could get it, would they have a chance to go to the next level above the flame method, or to comprehend the will of Emperor Kua and break through to the Renhuang Plane?
Thinking of this, more people's eyes were blazing.
Ye Futian, who was in the flames of the sun, stared coldly at Zhu Kong in the void. Was he trying to get everyone to deal with him?
This Zhu Kong knew that it was difficult for the seven tribes to do so, so he began to borrow the power of the Crimson Dragon Realm to make him the target of public criticism. It was extremely vicious.
Even if they could not get it, they would make sure he had no way out.
"Everyone who came today must have heard of it. Now, why don't you all rob it together? Whoever gets it will get it, how about it?" Zhu Kong continued, encouraging everyone to take action.
Many top figures were moved. In another direction, Xing Qiu had returned to the side of Saint King of Gai. He had suffered serious injuries. Because of the battle between Ye Futian and the others, their battle with Yu Sheng was forced to stop.
"Uncle, do you want to try?" Xing Qiu asked Saint King of Gai.
"Are you interested?" Saint King of Gai looked at Xing Qiu and asked.
"A relic of Renhuang, and one that can devour the ancestral land, I am indeed interested. Even if I do not cultivate in flames, I can still feel it. Moreover, this thing must be priceless," Xing Qiu said.
"Well, since you are interested, I will give it to you," Saint King of Gai said softly, as if if he decided to take action, the treasure would definitely be his!
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