The cultivators in the city have activated the formation that guards the Illusion City, and a spiritual power cover enveloped the whole city. Ye Ning has personally tried this spiritual power cover. If he wants to break it with his cultivation level, he must attack for an hour without interruption! However, when the Nightmare Clan is invading, how could Ye Ning watch the opponent take continuous attacks? Moreover, tens of thousands of formations can be combined to produce a shocking attack, which is comparable to the full force of the mid-level immortal king. Of course, the spiritual power consumed is also extremely amazing. Just one blow will consume tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones! The sect of the Illusion Clan has not been established for a long time, and such losses cannot be withstand too many times.

The Nightmare clan standing outside the city has a green face, and the twelve green leaves are arranged strangely on their foreheads, communicating with a certain rhythm between heaven and earth from time to time, making them extremely mysterious.

Ye Ning felt calm in his heart. It seemed that the Nightmare Clan attached great importance to the Illusion City, and the messenger sent over was actually a treasurer!

The Tie Zhanmu tribe of the Nightmare tribe, who takes Tie Zhanmu as his surname, is good at archery. Fei Yu, as the leader of the Tie Zhanmu tribe, has reached the point of being superb. It is said that he once shot a saint with one arrow, and he is also the kind of existence that can kill people above the level!

"This is the Lord of the Illusion City, Saint Ye?"

"Not bad." Ye Ning said: "I'm right. I wonder if you are here, what will you see?"

Tie Zhanmu Feiyu smiled and said, "Sage Ye is really happy. OK, let's get straight to the point. The three ancestors of our clan intend to form an alliance with Guicheng. I wonder what Ye Shengzhe wants?"

"Constructing an alliance?" Ye Ning smiled "haha" and said, "The three ancestors of the nobles are too whimsical! Constructing an alliance? Hum, dreaming. If you are not my race, your heart will be different. The glory of the Nightmare clan has passed. Does the nobles think that they can fight against the human race with just three initial immortal kings?"

Tie Zhanmu Feiyu was not angry when he heard this, and smiled faintly: "Sage Ye refers to overseas monks? As far as we know, overseas monks don't care about the inner six monks at all. In their opinion, these inner six are just extremely barren corners and are not worth mentioning at all."

Ye Ning said: "Yes, compared to overseas islands, Nei6 is just a corner. Especially in the past ten thousand years, Nei6 resources have been basically exhausted, and many monks have been constantly overseas. Only monks with insufficient strength have remained in Nei6. However, does the envoy think that without the help of overseas monks, we will not be able to do anything to the nobles? As far as Ye knows, the nobles seem to be unable to move forward in front of the martial family."

Tie Zhanmu Feiyu said, "Does Fellow Daoist Ye refer to Wu Yaokong? He is indeed a genius, comparable to the ancestor of our clan. However, he is alone and will be defeated by us sooner or later. Fellow Daoist Ye, this is the request made by the ancestor of our clan. As long as the fellow Taoist can agree, our clan guarantees the interests of the nobles and will not violate Youguoqiu!"

After saying that, a jade slip flew towards Ye Ning, but was blocked by the formation and turned around drippingly.

Ye Ning said loudly: "Close the formation, just a mere nightmare clan will let you all the soldiers. How can you relieve Ye?" Xu Ming's face turned red, knowing that he was too cautious. He hurriedly sent a message in secret, and the formation was closed. The jade slip flew into Ye Ning's hand like a stream of light.

Ye Ning was not worried about the conspiracy of the Nightmare clan, so he directly pasted the jade slip on his forehead.

He read carefully, and anger gradually arose on his calm face!
Chapter completed!