Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Zhuang Qingyan waved her hand, and countless chains appeared from all directions.

These chains blocked Meng Sanqian's path.

Upon seeing this, Meng Sanqian revealed a disdainful sneer. His body immediately sublimated, turning into a black mass, attempting to pass through the gaps in the chains.

However, when his dark energy collided with the chains, he found that he could not pass through.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Lin's arrow had already reached him.

He had just witnessed this move; even at the sublimation level, one could still be attacked.

Therefore, he would definitely choose to transform into human form, which would provide him with a means of defense.

Feng Lin, standing atop the mountain peak, looked down upon all of this.

Thanks to Zhuang Qingyan for preventing his escape, it was a good opportunity to see if he could stop her arrows.

bang bang bang...

Meng Sanqian once again gathered terrifying power, countless dark auras, and attacked the arrows.

However, the arrows could not be destroyed at all; their speed was only slightly reduced.

Having seen this, Feng Lin already knew that even a saint descended from an ancient god could not defeat him.

An arrow alone cannot hit the opponent, but Feng Lin can handle it without Zhuang Qingyan's help.

He can fire more than one arrow.

"Grass!"

Meng Sanqian watched the arrows getting closer and closer, completely helpless.

Boom!

The four-colored light exploded instantly, transforming into a huge sphere of light that spread in all directions.

Space collapsed again, turning into a vast black void.

Even from a great distance, large swathes of black can be seen.

Such a fierce and continuous battle was being watched by almost every sage who was in their hometown.

Even those immortal beings who never dwelt in the world were secretly observing at this moment.

More than twenty saints gathered, with two saints, descendants of ancient gods, leading the way. Such a magnificent sight is rarely seen in the land of gods for thousands of years.

As the four-colored light gradually dissipated, Meng Sanqian's front was blasted into a bloody mess.

However, Feng Lin's arrow did not pierce his body.

Feng Lin looked up and smiled faintly. That's more like it.

Otherwise, the experts in the divine realm would be too useless.

He had seen it clearly just now. Just as the arrow was about to pierce Meng Sanqian's body, he unleashed his terrifying power again, causing the arrow to explode.

Feng Lin looked up into the distance and sighed softly.

Compared to Meng Sanqian, Zhuang Qingyan is more terrifying.

The explosion just now only damaged three or four of Zhuang Qingyan's chains.

Most of them are still intact.

This proves that Zhuang Qingyan can easily defend against his arrows.

brush!
Meng Sanqian immediately turned black and escaped through the gaps in the broken chains.

After the black fabric reassembled into its original form, he was shocked to discover that the wounds from the explosion on his front were still there.

He continuously infused his Qi to restore his body, and finally, he fully recovered.

Meng Sanqian couldn't believe it. It was just a superficial wound, yet it had already consumed so much of his Qi. What if it had pierced through his body and caused serious injury?
The young man before me is indeed extraordinary, just as Jin Futian of the Sun Clan said.

Meng Sanqian immediately turned around and looked at the battle between the Thunder Giant and Yao Se in the distance.

That woman fought for so long without losing ground in the slightest.

This time, the Nine Nether Clan really came prepared.

"Everyone! What are you waiting for? Let's attack together and kill the Nine Nether Clan! Let's stop these demons from being reborn!"

Meng Sanqian turned around and shouted to the many sages watching from afar. The sages looked at each other, and finally chose to make their move, flying towards this place.

They refused to believe that so many sages couldn't defeat these three sages.

Seeing so many sages rushing towards them, Zhuang Qingyan said to Feng Lin, "It seems we can't protect this mountain."

"so what should I do now?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile.

"It's alright, we can just bring a mountain from another planet later. As long as the Void Throne is there, our Nine Nether Clan will remain!"

Zhuang Qingyan said to Feng Lin, "You can go up now and quietly observe the true power of our Nine Nether Clan."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin grinned and walked step by step toward the sky high above the mountaintop.

Finally, he sat on the throne built by Zhuang Qingyan. As soon as he sat down, a nearly transparent throne appeared high above.

Lightning was floating all around.

Cen Caixuan flew to Feng Lin's side and hovered there.

Countless saints fought on the front lines, while Feng Lin sat firmly on the throne, with Cen Caixuan standing beside him.

The scene is very discordant, yet it is aesthetically pleasing.

At this moment, countless sages all looked towards Feng Lin.

Only now did they realize that the leader of this group was not from the Nine Nether Clan, but the young man in front of them.

"interesting."

Xi Ling Sheng, standing at a distance, smiled and said, "So Feng Lin is in cahoots with the Nine Nether Clan."

Suirenshi's water zither also appeared high up, observing the battle on this side.

Even from such a distance, she could still clearly sense the aura of the Suiren clan emanating from Feng Lin.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person should be Feng Lin, the one Suiyu mentioned.

Meanwhile, several black-robed figures, hidden within the dimensional space, observed the battle outside from within the dimension.

……

At this moment, a woman's phantom image also appeared above Zhuang Qingyan's head.

Zhuang Qingyan put the tobacco pouch into her spatial ring, raised her hand, and simply tied her hair into a single ponytail.

At this moment, she transformed from a refined and elegant lady into a woman of heroic spirit.

The phantom of a woman above her head also wore a mask with the eye pattern of the Nine Nether Clan.

On the mask, the pattern began to rotate, eventually transforming into a black vortex.

At this moment, a black longsword emerged from the black vortex and appeared in front of Zhuang Qingyan.

Another black chain emerged from the vortex and wrapped around Zhuang Qingyan's left arm and waist.

She gripped the black longsword with her right hand.

At this moment, chains appeared all over Zhuang Qingyan's body, as if she were bound.

The many sages around felt that Zhuang Qingyan looked familiar, as if they had seen her somewhere before.

Feng Lin stared at Zhuang Qingyan in the distance, filled with astonishment. Zhuang Qingyan's demeanor had changed, becoming somewhat frightening.

She is completely different from her usual approachable self.

"This...could it be..."

Cen Caixuan stared wide-eyed at Zhuang Qingyan in the distance.

"what happened?"

Feng Lin turned to look at Cen Caixuan and asked.

"A long sword in one hand, a chain in the other, and the true form of the soul above his head—this is the image of the sixteenth god of our Nine Nether Clan."

For some reason, Cen Caixuan was moved to tears upon seeing this scene. "So Zhuang Qingyan is one of the sixteen gods of our Nine Nether Clan, the Divine Oracle Empress, and the creator of the Nine Nether Lock and the Nine Nether Divine Sword."

Zhuang Qingyan glanced at the numerous sages in the distance, merely smiled disdainfully, and leisurely approached them. (End of Chapter)