At this moment, the aurora's aura surged into the sky, his voice was full of anger, and his endless anger rolled up and swept towards the peacock.

"Peacock, what explanation do you have?" Zulong stared at the peacock with his eyes tightly: "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid that the Phoenix Ancestor will not protect you! The entire Phoenix Clan will not protect you!"

"Haha, you old loach are so angry. Whether my Phoenix tribe can protect you or not is not something you can decide by just opening your mouth!" Feng Zu's voice was full of mockery, and he responded without hesitation at Mai Mang.

When things come to an end, you must not give in at all!

What can I do even if I do this by the Phoenix Clan? What can the other party do?

"I am all living beings from all over the world, and I will fight for you!" Zulong's voice was full of anger.

"Oh? Are my Phoenix Clan just afraid of things?" Feng Zu shook his head.

Seeing that the needle-tips between the two were about to start a conflict, the peacock's energy flowed, and stepped forward and blocked the two, isolating the conversation between them: "Two ancestors, I have something to say."

"Hmm?" Zulong and Fengzu's qi stagnated, and they all looked at Kong Xuan together. Zulong showed his white teeth and smiled sinisterly: "Haha, I want to see what you have to explain."

Peacock's face was solemn: "I have evidence that the disappearance of the Eighth Prince has nothing to do with me. The monk who suppressed the Eighth Prince was a man from Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, and the bastard holding the Tai Chi diagram. Before, when I came to the third prince's retreat, I had already noticed something wrong and sensed the innate Yin and Yang Taoist rhyme left in the air. I picked up the jade talisman on the ground. Just when I was hesitant in my heart, it was strange that the dungeon gate opened automatically, which made me completely unprepared and became a scapegoat. If this matter was really what I did, how could I go to surround the third prince so carelessly?"

What Peacock said was true or false. He really didn't take the third prince seriously and went to surround and kill the third prince casually.

Who knew that such a change happened?

Although he was arrogant and disdainful of explanation, the matter involved two races and would trigger a bloody battle. The most important thing is that he did not want to take the blame for someone for no reason.

"Is there a certificate?" Zulong's expression cleared slightly when he heard this. He was not stupid. Of course, he knew that it was not that simple for peacocks to descend to the East China Sea, but he didn't have to say it out.

The great enemy of the gods is in front of him, how can the three tribes in internal turmoil?

In fact, no matter whether the matter was done by a peacock or not, as long as the other party can take out a fig leaf, Zulong doesn't mind being a fool for a while and doesn't want to pursue the matter.

From now on, there will be a time to settle!

But it is definitely not now.

"Do you have a certificate?" Yu Qilin stared at him with a burning look, and at this time he stabbed the other party in the chest without hesitation.

You said it was not what you did, you had to come up with the certificate. Yu Qilin spoke, even if Zulong wanted to pretend to be deaf and dumb, it would be impossible.

"Is there any evidence?" Zulong glanced at Yu Qilin, and secretly blamed Yu Qilin for being troublesome, but he could not blame him.

The peacock said lukewarmly and tepidly: "Old ancestor, please walk by yourself, there must be traces in the void. As for whether it can be detected, it must be my decision. If the ancestor is not capable enough and cannot detect it, I will not be able to help me."

Zulong snorted coldly when he heard this: "The eighth prince wasn't you kidnapped?"

Kong Xuan shook his head, Zulong looked at the third prince who was kneeling on the ground, and said no more. He rolled it up, controlled the clouds, tearing the void apart, and only the voice flowed in the void: "If this matter is really what you did, we will never finish it!"

Flying out of the Qilin Cliff, the third prince looked indignant: "Father, can you just let it go?"

"A little bit of tolerance will cause a big plan. Let's go back first and find out the reason for the matter. It's not too late to ask for a crime! Someone must have secretly plotted against this matter. Maybe the gods deliberately took action. We must not fall into the evil plan of the gods!" Zulong descended all the way to the East China Sea, opened up the water waves, and came to the pavilion where the third prince was in seclusion. The old turtle had already stood there waiting.

When he saw the arrival of the Zulong, he quickly bowed respectfully: "I have seen the king!"

"How?" Zulong said with a gloomy face: "What's wrong with Xiao Ba?"

"The old minister has ordered someone to get the soul lamp. The soul lamp is bright and the eighth prince's life is safe." Prime Minister Turtle took out a light from his sleeve.

Zulong took the lights and looked at the still burning flames. Hearing this, he put his mind back in his stomach: "Fortunately, the worst case did not happen."

If the Eighth Prince dies, he will avenge him no matter what!

Even if the war between the two tribes is stirred up, revenge is needed, otherwise how can the majesty remain?

For a race, the majesty is inviolable, it is the cohesion and centripetal force. If the majesty cannot be continued, people will inevitably be disintegrated and chaos will be formed.

Zulong held the lights and closed his eyes and felt the energy in the void carefully. After a long time, he whispered: "Peacock said that this was not done by him, but I couldn't feel the yin and yang energy flowing in the air."

"The Prime Minister's cultivation is open to heaven, and he is bound to the eight directions and six poles. He is born with great supernatural powers. Can he detect the abnormal aura in the air?" Zulong turned around and looked at Prime Minister Turtle.

Prime Minister Turtle's face was silent when he heard this. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the uncertain breath in the void. After a long time, he whispered: "There is indeed a remnant of the innate Yin and Yang Taoist rhyme, which is left by the Tai Chi diagram."

Back then, Lao Turtle also participated in the battle of Buzhou Mountain and saw the picture scroll with unparalleled power and could compete with the Great Movement of the World.

If the scroll of pictures had not emerged and changed the overall situation, I was afraid that the future trend of the great catastrophe of gods and demons would not have been known yet.

The treasure aura is too unique and too eye-catching. Just take a look at it and it will make people unable to forget it for a long time.

"It's indeed that treasure? Didn't the peacock secretly use a plan?" Zulong said in confusion.

Hearing this, the old turtle shook his head: "Who can forge the Taoist rhyme except the treasure itself?"

Zulong's face became gloomy: "The gods really don't have any fuel-saving lamps. They signed an alliance there and had already started to plot against each other. If it weren't for the Prime Minister, I'm afraid things would be bad."

"The third prince fell into the hands of the god. If we want to get it back, it will be difficult!" Prime Minister Turtle sighed helplessly.

"What if you rely on the soul lamp to locate it?" Zulong whispered.

"With that treasure suppression, how to position it? Or wait until my dragon clan is powerful, no matter who the third prince falls into, the other party will not dare to move!" Prime Minister Turtle sighed helplessly.

This is the sorrow of the weak!

"I didn't expect that the Demon Ancestor is dead, and I am still so cowardly! Gods... one day, I will kill him all!" Zulong's face turned pale, his fists were clenched, and his murderous intent flowed in his eyes.

After hearing Zulong's words, the third prince and Prime Minister Turtle both remained silent.

Kunlun Mountain

Yang Sanyang chose a secret place again, threw away his robe and turned into a temple again.

Inside the dojo

The eighth prince was trapped into a rice dumpling, struggling hard on the steps, then rolled down, falling to his nose and face.

"Little Loach, don't struggle. Being trapped by a golden rope, it's hard to break away by your own ability alone!" Yang Sanyang slowly came to the eighth prince wearing a gray soap robe and a pair of quaint straw sandals.

"I am the Eighth Prince of the East China Sea. If you dare to tie me up, aren't you afraid of the thunderous anger of my father? My Dragon Clan is one of the masters of the Great Wilderness. If my father gets angry, I am afraid that even if you have the ability to understand the sky and the earth, you will not be able to escape death!" The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth and said, "If you let me go, I will naturally go back and report to my father, telling him not to pursue you. Otherwise, if my Dragon Clan really comes to you... you will not be able to escape death."

"If your father really had such ability, calculating the time, he would have come to the door long ago!" Yang Sanyang looked at the Eighth Prince with a smile. His smile was warm and comfortable in the sun, but it made the Eighth Prince extremely chill, and a chill rushed straight to his head.

The eighth prince suddenly became arrogant and remained silent. He was not a fool. With the power of the dragon clan, if he could come, he would have come to him long ago.

"I wonder who you are the Lord of the House, why are you in a dilemma with me? Although I am the prince of the Dragon Ancestor, I am ranked eighth and there are several brothers on it. If you want to force the Dragon Clan to submit by plundering me, I am afraid that you will be out of your way. If you can plunder my second, third and fourth brothers, it's almost the same! I have just entered the Golden Immortal for 100,000 years and are not valued in the dragon clan!" The eighth prince sighed: "You have such supernatural powers, why should you make things difficult for me, the junior?"

Yang Sanyang looked at Prince Long who was arrogant at first and respectful at the end, and couldn't help but smile. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, curled up, and a mocking look flashed: "I heard that it was the Bailing clan you destroyed?"

The Eighth Prince was stunned when he heard this, then recalled it briefly, and said, "It was indeed me who took action. I had just achieved the Golden Immortal at that time. My father asked me to kill the Bailing clan and temper my supernatural powers."

"Is the leader of the Bailing tribe dead in your hands?" Yang Sanyang said in the ancient well, and he couldn't hear the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. The eighth prince couldn't touch his head and could only nod: "Yes, he died in my hands. The leader of the Bailing tribe had some tricks, but it was a pity... When I took action, she was exhausted, and I swallowed it effortlessly, and the Bailing tribe was destroyed with one palm."

"It's really you who swallowed the Daoyuan!" Yang Sanyang sighed, and endless murderous intent slowly flowed in his eyes: "Look behind you!"

The Eighth Prince only felt the void change in front of him, and a tombstone appeared in his eyes. Then he exclaimed in shock: "The Tomb of Daoyuan!"

In front of the Eighth Prince, a tombstone appeared.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew what he would send next. He might say that the other party would cut his head and then sacrifice the Dao fate in the heavenly spirit.

"Give me your life! Please spare me your life! Even if I don't kill her, she will be exhausted and I won't live long. She is determined to die, and I just push the boat. This matter is no wonder!" The eighth prince exclaimed in surprise and begged repeatedly.

"But you didn't even leave her body. How can you tell me to save your life?" Yang Sanyang sighed.
Chapter completed!