The sudden departure of Yu Xuzi’s master and disciple would definitely cause a great disturbance to the Demonic Cliff. Chen Xun was about to bid farewell to Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang and hurry back to the Demonic Cliff at the northern foot of Qingwu Ridge.

At this moment, far away in the northern horizon, a fish-scale-shaped clouds that emitted auspicious light and precious energy surged. A dignified aura invaded from the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown for a thousand miles. It was rapidly approaching Cloud City in the sky above Mount Shen Xiao.

Chen Xun’s rise was too fast. Apart from Jiang Chen Ge and Patriarch Chaos’s karmic encounters, Chen Xun didn’t recognize any other Brahma Heaven Realm figures in the Heavenly Jun Realm. Not even heaven defying experts in the Upper Three Realms of Nirvana could recognize a few of them.

However, Chen Xun thought to himself that these Brahma Heaven Realm immortals and heaven-defying experts must also know what kind of temperament he possessed, so he didn’t see many people who wanted to take the initiative to see him at this time.

Chen Xun didn’t know which Brahma Heaven Realm Immortal Sovereign was crossing Mount Shen Xiao to Qingwu Ridge on top of the fish-scale clouds, and the majestic aura that the clouds had suppressed was actually as sharp as a knife cut …

When the clouds swept past the tallest snowy peak of Mount Shen Xiao, they suddenly split apart. The first to be revealed were nine ferocious and dignified Golden Scaled Flood Dragons flying over the snowy peak.

Under the snowy light, the Golden Scaled Flood Dragon was incomparably majestic and mighty.

Compared to the cliffs of Mount Shen Xiao, it was easy to see that the dragon bodies of the nine Golden Scaled Flood Dragons were all over a thousand feet long. Their enormous dragon bodies flew in the dark clouds above the sky, and countless silver lightning bolts circled around the clouds like tens of millions of silver snakes.

Although these Golden Scaled Flood Dragons weren’t the purest of the Heavenly Dragons, as dragons that cultivated the Dao, they were still much stronger than ordinary Fetal Demonic Beasts.

The four flood dragons guarding Mount Lianshan might not be able to surpass the nine Golden Scaled Flood Dragons at this moment.

After crossing Mount Shen Xiao, Chen Xun could see that behind the nine Golden Scaled Flood Dragons was an extremely majestic ancient bronze war chariot that was like a palace, rolling white clouds. It was being dragged out by Nine Dragons. The ancient bronze war chariot emitted the aura of a king that was only born in the Ancient Desolate World.

The ancient bronze war chariot was five to six hundred zhang in size, but compared to it, the towering Shen Xiao Mountain that was tens of thousands of zhang tall actually looked so small …

Above the ancient bronze war chariot, the most eye-catching ones were four exceptionally tall golden-armored battle generals standing at four corners.

Each golden-armored general’s body was two hundred zhang tall, and one could tell at a glance that he was definitely not a human. The only human on the ancient bronze war chariot, Xuan Xiu, wore an extremely ordinary grey dao robe. From tens of thousands of kilometers away, one could clearly see his pair of eyes, which seemed to be the farthest away from Xing Chen, shining with a strange cold light.

Compared to the golden-armored battle general who was more than two hundred to three hundred feet tall, Xuan Xiu’s figure could be said to be as small as an ant, but it was the sharpest, causing Chen Xun to feel a dignified aura that was like a knife cut, yet it was emitted from this person’s body.

“Immortal Xiong Patriarch Xiong Yanzhao!” Emperor Wei Xu Chun looked towards the horizon to the north and asked in confusion, “Why did Immortal Monarch Xiong suddenly come out of Cloud City?”

Although he did not know the secrets of the Yi Clan, nor did he know the intricate relationship between the Xiong Clan and the Yi Clan, when Yu Xuzi’s master and disciple “ran away”, Xiong Yanzhao suddenly came to the Qingwu Ridge with such a powerful presence, causing Emperor Xu Chunwang to subconsciously think that there might be some connection between them.

Emperor Wei Xu Chun turned his head and saw that Chen Xun was also frowning. He really couldn’t guess what kind of relationship Chen Xun had with Xiong, but if it weren’t for that, all of this might not have happened too coincidentally.

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Without the need for Emperor Wei’s reminder, Chen Xun could tell from this ancient bronze war chariot, the four-bottle golden-armored general, that the gray-robed Xuan Xiu was the Xiong of the Western Continent, Patriarch, and Xiong, one of Xiong Yanzhao’s three supreme beings.

This ancient bronze war chariot was famous in the Heavenly Jun Realm. It was also Xiong’s earliest dao treasure, the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot, that had been laid down more than a million years ago. The bottom of the chariot was carved with the patterns of the Red Lotus Flame Sea. From a distance, it looked like a war chariot surging in the blood river.

At this time, Xu Zheng, Chang Ji, and the others also flew out of the underground secret hall. Yun Tou, who was standing above the mansion, was looking in the direction of the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot with surprise in his heart.

Chen Xun believed Xu Zheng. Chang Ji was no stranger to the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot. The Yi Clan’s Young Lord led the Yi Clan to flee. The pursuers sent by the Traitor Emperor were led by the Southern Mountain Immortal.

Because the Southern Mountain Immortal was Xiong’s previous Patriarch, when the Yi Clan’s Young Lord led his troops to flee near Tianjun, Xiong on the Western Continent and the Southern Continent had sent large numbers of disciples to participate in the siege of the Yi Clan’s crippled descendants-it was just that Xiong hadn’t expected that the Yi Clan’s crippled descendants would hide under their noses for tens of thousands of years.

The Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot was once the top-grade Dao Treasure in Xiong Clan’s hands. It was also damaged during the war against the Yi Clan’s remnants. Only now did it recover to the level of a top-grade Dao Artifact.

Even so, the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot emitted an extremely powerful aura beneath the feet of the Western Continent’s Xiong Clan’s Patriarch.

As for the four golden-armored Divine Generals, they were the four Great Devil Attendants that Xiong had subdued in the Western Continent. They were all Immemorial Devil-level existences. They had contributed sweat and blood to the expansion of Xiong, and they had also left behind a prestigious reputation in Tian Jun.

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Xiong Yanzhao was not only Xiong in the Western Continent’s Patriarch, but also one of the nine great Immortal Monarchs in charge of guarding Cloud Barren Mountain. His status far surpassed Xu Zheng, True Monarch Dongyu, and Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang. He was not the only one with a cultivation that had recovered to the Seventh Nirvana Realm, Jiang Chengge.

The other True Monarchs of Nirvana didn’t know why Xiong Yanzhao had suddenly rushed to Qingwu Ridge. They were all hesitating in the city, but Xu Zheng, True Monarch Dongyu, Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang, and other core figures of the western front had no choice but to fly up the clouds and leave the city to welcome him.

“Chen Xun, come over as well.” Xu Zheng sent mentally.

Yu Xuzi left the book openly. Chen Xun believed that Xu Zheng should also receive the news in this time.

As far as he could think of a suitable explanation, Xiong Yanzhao’s sudden appearance at Qingwu Ridge was to prevent them from chasing after Yu Xuzi and his disciples.

Although Chen Xun did not have the intention to chase after Yu Xuzi and his disciples, after thinking about it, Xiong Yanzhao had suddenly appeared in Qingwu Ridge. Even if they had the intention to chase after Yu Xuzi and completely eliminate the hidden dangers, they still had to consider Xiong Yanzhao’s existence.

Chen Xun sighed slightly and flew towards Xu Zheng with Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang, preparing to leave the city to welcome Xiong Yanzhao …

However, Chen Xun accompanied Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang, True Monarch Dongyu, Xu Zheng, and the others to fly towards the Giant Peak Xiongling outside the city. Only then did he see that behind the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot, there were still large amounts of clouds rolling about. Large amounts of war chariots and warships could be vaguely seen in the depths of the clouds. They were rapidly flying towards Qingwu Mountain, and they had the potential to attack Qingwu Mountain.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xun’s heart turned cold. At this moment, it wasn’t just Xiong Yanzhao who had brought four bottles of demon waiting. The nine flood dragons had rushed to Qingwu Ridge. Behind him, there were over a million elite disciples of the Xiong Clan.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zheng’s expression changed drastically.

Tian Jun Xiong had split into two because of many unforeseen events in his early years. Even so, the strength of the Western Continent’s Xiong was no weaker than the Jiang family before the catastrophe.

Even though none of the Xiong Clan’s disciples had appeared from behind the chariots or warships, it could be imagined that the actual combat strength of this elite Xiong Clan soldier was far above the current Heavenly Dao Demon Swinging Army.

Xiong Yanzhao suddenly led a million Xiong disciples over. If he really had ulterior motives and gathered the Yi Clan’s descendants at the northern foot of the Godnight Mountain, perhaps not many of them would be able to escape from the heavens.

From the looks of it, it wasn’t Xiong Yanzhao who came with Yu Xuzi’s master and disciple. In fact, Yu Xuzi’s master and disciple had long known that Xiong’s disciple would enter Qingwu Ridge, so they chose to suddenly leave Divine Night Mountain at this moment.

No matter what, it was a fact that Yu Xuzi was colluding with the Xiong Clan.

Chen Xun believed that Xiong Yanzhao did not dare to make a sudden attack at this moment, openly splitting up the allied forces of the various sects to exterminate the Yi Clan’s remnant descendants, but Xiong Yanzhao was definitely not a good person.

Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine that Xu Zheng, True Monarch Dongyu, Emperor Wei Xu Chunwang, and the others had all been concealed from him.

All of this must be Xiong Yanzhao and the Xiong Clan’s plot.

Chen Xun thought that Xiong would wait until the outcome of the Taiyuan War before suddenly attacking the Yi Clan’s crippled descendants, or wait for the Yi Clan’s crippled descendants to flee the Heavenly Jun under Xu Zheng and enter the Vast Expanse Star System before chasing after them. It wasn’t a big deal, but he didn’t expect that many things wouldn’t go as he wished.

At this moment, Chen Xun’s heart was extremely cold.

At this moment, the humans of Tian Jun were on the verge of annihilation. Who would have thought that such a thing as Xiong Yanzhao would actually only want to kill the remnant descendants of Yi Clan?

From this point of view, they hadn’t wrongly accused Light Island and Xiong shi of destroying the cause of Xiong Yanzhao Lu Chen’s tragic defeat. Light Island’s tragic defeat was precisely Xiong Yanzhao’s poisonous plot to borrow a knife to kill.

Thinking of the hundreds of billions of humans that had perished in Light Island and its subordinate Heavenly Domains after the Battle of Lu Chen, Chen Xun clenched his teeth and secretly swore that if there was a chance in the future, he would definitely destroy this fellow’s soul and never transcend reincarnation.

Since Xiong Yanzhao had ulterior motives, and the current grim situation, although Chen Xun and Xiong Yanzhao could not fall out, he could not allow him to continue with such a character.

The Battle of Taiyuan was related to the rise and fall of the human race in Tian Jun. Chen Xun would definitely not let such a thing as Xiong Yanzhao bind his hands and feet.

Seeing the millions of Xiong Clan disciples rolling out from behind the Divine Night Mountain, Chen Xun no longer had the mood to deal with a character like Xiong Yanzhao. He turned around and flew towards the Demonic Cliff at the northern foot of the Qingwu Mountain Ridge.

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As if seeing Chen Xun about to leave, the Eight Desolate Blood River Chariot stopped above the northwest foot of the Qingwu Mountains. Xiong Yanzhao, who was dressed in a gray dao robe, raised a golden and flaming scroll. A grand and faint immortal voice came from tens of thousands of kilometers away like spring rain.

“The nine immortal edicts are here. All the disciples below Xu Zheng and on the western front are under the control of Immortal Bai Ze Xiong Yanzhao. All of them must work together to resist the demonic tribulation. Those who violate this edict will be wiped out by the lightning of the Heavenly Punishment Stage.”