Yuan Fu trembled all over. It was similar to Qin Yichen's guess. The illusion was endlessly changing. Why did he create this scene?

Could it be that the Mirage Dragon Clan once had a city that was massacred by the Red Infant Clan?

Yuan Fu shuddered. The Eastern Barbarians are vast and vast, with 520 tribes in them. A lot of news may not be able to spread to each tribe, and maybe they don't know it.

And if this thing is true, it must be quite disgraceful!

Coupled with the status of the Red Infant Clan, this matter will definitely not be made public!

At least it won't reach the ears of outsiders like them!

Yuan Fu panicked. Although this was very unethical, he didn't even dare to rebuke.

What kind of existence is the Red Infant Clan?

One of the Eighteen God-Kings of the Eastern Barbarians! The most powerful race of divine cultivators in the Eastern Barbarians!

I don’t know how many races want to fawn over, and most of the elixir needs of the God Emperor are supplied by the Red Infant Clan!

"It's fake, it's fake, let's pretend we didn't see anything, it was just an illusion..."

Yuan Fu murmured softly, he didn't want to be involved in this matter. The Mirage Dragon Clan's status was not low, and the Red Infant Clan couldn't afford to offend them!

Ziyun, on the other hand, looked amazed when he saw it. In his eyes, although the massacre of the city and the refining of treasures was inhumane, it was nothing more than a dog-eat-dog attack from the Eastern Barbarians.

Li Xun, on the other hand, didn't dare to breathe. Even if they saw the disgraceful things of the Red Infant Clan and knew something, they didn't dare to say anything about it. The wisest thing to do was to pretend not to see it and think it was an illusion.

However, in front of the city gate, Qin Yichen saw the old man flying over and fighting with a strong man from the Red Infant Tribe named Yingjin.

The spiritual power in the world was surging with shocking fluctuations. Qin Yichen looked up and saw that the two figures were both powerful cultivators of the gods, and the old man from the Mirage Dragon Clan had profound methods.

"Is this the method of cultivating gods and immortals?"

Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed. It was so rare for a master to fight a god. He couldn't let go of this opportunity to watch.

The mental power of the strong men from the Mirage Dragon Tribe is unpredictable, but Ying Jin is even more skilled. The illusion is reversed. After a moment, Ying Jin’s face is ferocious, and the fairy flag is stuck in the eyes of the old man from the Mirage Dragon Tribe!

"ah!"

The old man from the Mirage Dragon Clan screamed and fell in front of the city gate. Blood flowed from his eyes covered with his hands. However, Ying Jin waved the fairy flag with disdain on his face: "Don't accept it? If you have the guts, come to the Red Infant Clan to find me!"

The old man from the Mirage Dragon Clan clenched his fist fiercely: "Prince and General Xiang Ning has the guts! The Red Infant Clan is bullying others too much!"

"Kill the people of the Mancheng clan whenever you want. Even if I gouge out my other eye, I still want to seek justice for my clan!"

"Hahaha……"

Ying Jin raised his head and laughed wildly: "The eyes of your Mirage Dragon Clan are precious, but looking at the Eastern Barbarians, does anyone dare to stand up for you! Even if it comes to the Lord God Emperor, this matter will not be blamed on me!"

Suddenly, the old man who fell to the ground and covered his eyes disappeared, and Ying Jin's eyes, like two flashes of lightning, were already fixed on Qin Yichen!

"Oh? There is also a spiritual body here? It's just for the flag sacrifice!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the fairy flag waved, and the billowing mental power was like a torrent rushing towards Qin Yichen!

"What is going on? Is all this true or false?"

Qin Yichen felt that the scene just now was not an illusion, but something that really happened, but he couldn't care less about it at the moment, and his mental power surged out to resist the pressure of the fairy flag!

Gritting his teeth, Qin Yichen flicked his fingertips, and a touch of immortal power shot out. This Yingjin's realm should be higher than that of a cultivating god, but it is still far from a golden immortal!

But even if his martial arts level is at the level of the Golden Immortal Ninth Level, he can crush it with just a finger!

However, what shocked Qin Yichen was that the immortal power shot out from his finger penetrated Yingjin's heart and seemed to hit the air.

In an instant, Yingjin's heart healed, his face became more ferocious, and the fairy flag in his hand waved even more fiercely: "Lilong Clan? A small clan ranked close to 400, how dare you seek bad luck on me?!"

At the same time, Diao Shui'er, who was supporting her clan members in the city, suddenly felt a surge of spiritual power around her. Even many streets and buildings in the ancient city collapsed and shattered due to the confrontation between the two huge spiritual powers.

Although she didn't see everything, Diao Shui'er still vaguely heard the angry shouts of 'Red Infant Clan, massacre the city and refine the flag'...

Diao Shui'er felt refreshed. She was not stupid. She believed that these voices could not be groundless!

"Did the Mirage Dragon Clan and the Scarlet Infant Clan really have this grudge? It would be too cruel to massacre the city and refine the treasure..."

Diao Shui'er suddenly stood up: "Diao Qing, hold on, I'll go take a look!"

However, Diao Qing's expression changed when he heard this. He had also heard the voice just now and guessed what it was, so he quickly grabbed Diao Shui'er.

"Sister Shui'er, don't be impulsive, listen to me!"

Diao Qing's face was uncertain: "The illusion is fake, do you understand? The voices just now were all fake, and it has nothing to do with us."

Mink'er's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief: "Fake? Diao Qing, are you deaf and mute?"

However, not only Diao Qing, but all the tribesmen nearby couldn't help but lower their heads under his gaze. One of them said kindly: "Senior sister, you don't know the status of the Red Infant tribe, right?"

Diao Shui'er's delicate body trembled, the Red Infant Clan, one of the Eighteen God-Kings, the strongest race in the Eastern Barbarian cultivating gods! One of the top races that all races try to fawn over!

Although her Divine Diao Clan can also cultivate gods and make elixirs, compared with the Red Infant Clan, they are not impressive at all!

To put it bluntly, the Red Infant Clan could slaughter a city of the Mirage Dragon Clan so recklessly, and they could also massacre a city of the Divine Marten Clan, but they just didn't fall on top of her Divine Marten Clan.

"Boom boom boom..."

The collision of powerful mental forces outside the city made Diao Shui'er stagger, but the shock in her heart became even stronger.

"My clan members are all here. Could it be that the one who is contending with the phantom of the Red Infant clan is... a senior of the Lilong clan?"

Diao Shui'er was shocked. Even if that senior was the reincarnation of the Lilong clan, he would not dare to seek bad luck from the Red Infant clan!

"No, this is fake! This is an illusion. If it were real, I might not dare to say anything, but since it's fake, why don't I dare to speak out!"

Thinking of this, Diao Shui'er gritted her teeth, and the beautiful figure flew out from the barrier. However, what frightened her was that the fairy flag was waving, and the spiritual power in the sky was like a sword descending from the sky, making her mind turbulent.

"This fairy flag is not real, but is made of the power of illusion, and it is actually so strong!"

Just as he stabilized his body, he saw Ying Jin's eyes cast towards him, sinister and sharp. Just one glance made Diao Shui'er feel fearful.

"You little kid from the Divine Mink Tribe, do you even want to mind your own business?!"

Diao Shui'er was stunned. The illusion was fake, but it was also real. She could compete with the illusion, but with the facts after the illusion, would she... dare to come forward?
Chapter completed!