Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

The Sixteenth God?

Feng Lin's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this address.

According to records, the Nine Nether Clan was the first race to obtain divine status, if calculated according to the five thousand years of a cycle of the Divine Tree.

Zhuang Qingyan is ranked sixteenth, which means that the Nine Nether Clan has ruled the Divine Realm for at least 80,000 years.

This does not include duplicates, or the gods after Zhuang Qingyan.

In the distance, Zhuang Qingyan charged toward the numerous saints, and facing their various Heavenly Dao-level techniques, she unleashed a sword strike.

Before her, everything was cut open.

Whether it's a Qi-based attack or a Heavenly Dao-level technique, the domain it establishes.

Zhuang Qingyan's longsword in front of him was all cut in two with a single stroke.

Feng Lin looked at Zhuang Qingyan in the distance with his own eyes. He hadn't expected that Zhuang Qingyan's move would be so powerful.

Especially the black longsword in her hand, which was almost covered with colorful spiritual particles.

The colorful spiritual particles seemed to exert a powerful pressure on ordinary spiritual particles; when she struck with her sword, any techniques composed of spiritual particles would automatically dodge.

This leads to the breakage of the spiritual connection and the destruction of the cultivation technique.

Feng Lin was increasingly puzzled. Zhuang Qingyan was clearly so strong, so why would she seek him out?

Especially back when he was still very weak.

Feng Lin even suspected that he might be a pawn in Zhuang Qingyan's game.

He immediately stood up from his chair and examined the throne's structure. He found nothing wrong with it; it was just a formation.

He then sat down again, realizing he must have been overthinking things.

Even if Zhuang Qingyan had this thought before, she might not have it now, because she herself knows that.

Even if she were a former god herself, based on the power she has shown so far, she would definitely not be a match for him.

"Feng Lin, what's wrong?"

Cen Caixuan asked curiously from the side.

"It's nothing, I just felt a pain in my butt."

Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand.

In the distance, the more than twenty saints were all terrified.

They couldn't believe who this person from the Nine Nether Clan was.

The chain that this woman swings around so casually represents excessive harm.

Her attack was completely different from any other attack in the traditional sense.

Logically, a sword should be used for attack, but Zhuang Qingyan does the opposite.

Her sword was more like a defensive shield.

Whether she encounters an attack or other powerful moves, she can use this sword to deflect them.

As for the chains in her hands, those were the means of attack.

Yao Se, who was fighting Lei Tian in the distance, couldn't help but smile when she saw this. "You're finally willing to fight seriously!"

Brush brush!
Chains appeared from the space and bound another saint. Zhuang Qingyan killed the saint in a short time.

Despite their large numbers, they are now being driven back by Zhuang Qingyan alone.

Finally, one person could no longer bear it and broke through space to escape.

Even among sages, there are differences.

This gap could be enormous.

At this moment, Zhuang Qingyan stopped in mid-air. She looked at the many saints in front of her and said calmly, "One person ran away just now. I will give the rest of you a chance to escape. I will only give you ten breaths."

The many sages around looked at each other upon hearing this.

In fact, many of them had wanted to leave for a long time.

But in the land of gods, face is sometimes more important than life.

“We, the Nine Nether Clan, have come to our former territory. We did not provoke anyone; it was you who took the initiative to provoke us.”

Zhuang Qingyan looked around and continued, "If any member of the Nine Nether Clan has ever insulted you, go find them." "Fine! I'll give you face!"

After a sage finished speaking, he broke through space and left.

Upon hearing this, the other saints around also turned and left, including those from those famous races.

For example, the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Jin Futian of the Sun Clan turned to look at the Saint of the Light Clan beside him.

The saint of the Light Clan looked at Feng Lin in the distance, then nodded slightly.

As the brother race of the Sun Clan, Jin Futian naturally told him about his previous experiences.

Jin Futian originally did not want to come. As a first-class race in the Divine Land, there was no need for him to make the first move.

However, their Sun Clan's false saint was previously insulted by the Nine Nether Clan.

Make him kneel on the ground in front of so many people.

He definitely needed to get revenge, which is why he came to deal with the Nine Nether Clan, but he didn't expect to encounter an even stronger being.

After the two left, Meng Sanqian started to panic.

He immediately shouted to those around him, "Why are you running? The Nine Nether Clan is the embodiment of evil. Have you forgotten how their race dealt with our ancestors?"

Even though he said those words, it didn't stop the others from leaving.

An insult to our ancestors?
Most of the people present had never even met their so-called ancestors, let alone felt insulted.

In their earliest memories, the Nine Nether Clan was the lowest of the low, meant to be humiliated by them.

In a short time, only two races remained: the Nightmare Gods and the Thunder Gods.

Zhuang Qingyan then looked at Meng Sanqian and said, "Do you know why they all left? Because everyone isn't stupid. Our Nine Nether Clan has done many evil deeds, but the legends have greatly exaggerated them. Ultimately, the reason is very simple."

"That means you know we are very strong, and you also want to obtain godhood, so you suppress us."

Zhuang Qingyan continued, "It's that simple!"

"The mere Nine Nether Clan is not worth our suppression? You're far too self-important."

Meng Sanqian sneered.

"Heh heh, then don't run away. Let's fight right here and see who dies!"

Zhuang Qingyan transformed into a beam of light and rushed towards Meng Sanqian.

……

at the same time.

Xi Ling Sheng sat on the stone bed, looking somewhat disappointed.

Originally, it was thought that so many saints would require Feng Lin to take action, but unexpectedly, just two members of the Nine Nether Clan were able to eliminate all of them.

Xi Ling Sheng suddenly turned around and found a woman standing beside her.

"Water Harp? That's strange. You actually came here. Did you see them fighting and now you're itching to fight me?"

Xi Ling Sheng said calmly.

Do you know that woman?

Shuiqin asked calmly.

"What? You know him?" Xi Ling Sheng smiled.

"I've seen this illustration before in books about the Nine Nether Clan. If I'm not mistaken, she is an ancient god of the Nine Nether Clan."

Shuiqin explained.

What happened to the Old Gods?

Xi Ling Sheng glanced at Shui Qin.

"You should know that the Nine Nether Clan is the only immortal race. Since one of them is still alive, perhaps the ancient gods are also still alive."

Shuiqin said solemnly, "Do you know what this means? The Divine Realm might be ruled by the Nine Nether Clan again. Isn't that a serious matter?"

"If the saints of the Nine Nether Clan were still alive, why did their race suffer so much humiliation for so many years without ever coming out?"

Xi Ling Sheng asked with a smile, "I think you want me to go up and fight, right?" (End of Chapter)