Zhuo Yang worried, "Has the Nightmare Clan Liwu Tribe escaped? They united together?"

"This is even more impossible!" Ye Ning said: "The movement of the Nightmare Clan to escape from trouble must be extremely great, and we won't know. Moreover, the 100,000-point lightsaber array is still operating, and the □□Yang Clan's "All Things Wu Mother Array" cannot collapse early."

"How could that happen..."

Not to let them think too much, the cultivators of the Zangyue clan were approaching. They saw a group of black sects fleeing forward, with a shocking momentum. The man at the forefront was wearing a long robe as snow, with a tall figure and a handsome face, which was clearly Shangguan Jingman! Ye Ning and others were relieved that there were only about one hundred cultivators from the sect, and the others were more than two hundred monsters!

Zhuo Yang stared at Shangguan Jingman and said, "It's indeed this kid! Humph, he pretended to be pitiful. It turned out to be a descendant of the Zangyue clan!" Thinking of the time when Zhuo Yang fought with Shangguan Jingman, he looked weak and showed mercy everywhere. Now, he felt like he was fooled.

Although the Zangyue clan has a large number of people, it is orderly when landing. Even more than 200 monsters are in line with each other! It is indeed a race born specifically for war!

Shangguan Jingman asked with red eyes, "Ye Ning! Where is my grandfather?"

"Young Master Shangguan," Ye Ning couldn't be tough in his heart when he looked at the boy who was trying hard to pretend to be mature. He sighed and said, "If you do evil things, you will die. Your grandfather has already died!"

Shangguan Jingman was shocked and said, "Impossible! Grandpa will not die, absolutely not!"

An old man behind him hurriedly comforted him, "Young Master, I feel sorry for you. The patriarch's life has been extinguished, and the soul must have returned to heaven!"

Shangguan Jingman seemed to want to hold on, but finally couldn't hold on and started crying on the spot.

Everyone was stunned. What they thought of was a bloody fight, but they didn't expect it to become a crying scene.

The old man sighed and stopped persuading him. He turned to Ye Ning and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, the young master is young, only sixteen years old, so you will laugh!"

How could the others laugh after hearing this? This is a genius. He was only sixteen years old and had cultivated to the realm of a sect. Moreover, his spiritual power was extremely profound, up to 950,000 crystals! Jing Wushang's face turned red. He had been practicing the truth for more than 150 years. He was one of the best geniuses in Bu Tian Sect to achieve such a success! Shui Linglong was even more embarrassed. Although she used spiritual techniques to create a black hair and had a brand new palace outfit, she always felt that she was seen by others. She suddenly felt that she was too stupid. She had been practicing for a hundred years, and was not as good as an ignorant child. Others were speechless,

The old man continued: "The patriarch Shangguan Zongheng was determined to work with the Nightmare clan. Although the young master tried to dissuade him many times, he had no choice. Huh, in fact, we don't agree, but the patriarch paid too much for the Zangyue clan. In the end of his life, he would let him go."

At this time, Ye Ning realized that the old man with white beard was Shangguan Zongheng. He sighed: "Combining with the Nightmare clan is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger! The nobles are too unwise."

"Fellow Daoist Ye is right." The old man said: "I, Shangguan Hong, as the last elder of the Zangyue clan, is willing to make a deal with you here. I don't know what?"

Ye Ning felt nervous. If he wanted to be the elder of the Zangyue Clan, the condition was to have the cultivation of a saint! Unexpectedly, the old man named Shangguan Hong in front of him was not astonishingly handsome, but he was actually a saint!
Chapter completed!