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"Murderer? I don't know what Brother Wen is talking about." The young man surnamed Weng said in surprise.

“Hmph, you are still pretending to be ignorant despite knowing the truth. Do you dare to say that the battle of Dingfeng Mountain was not a trap set by you? Hand over that young man named Ye quickly!” Another old man in a red robe took half a step forward, and a powerful aura surged into the sky. All the people of the Tianyun clan who were near the city wall were shocked.

"What Fellow Daoist Yan said is not right. You all know exactly where I was when the Battle of Dingfeng Mountain took place. As for Fellow Daoist Ye who appeared later, he is not a member of my Tianyun clan at all. After the battle ended, he left and disappeared without a trace. Speaking of which, I really have to thank him for doing something that we are very happy to see!" The young man named Weng said slowly.

At the same time, my heart sank. The Jiaochi people reacted so quickly! The battle had just ended and these two people came to seek revenge.

But he was not afraid at all. Although he could not defeat the two men, he was still somewhat confident that he could survive. Moreover, there were so many Saint-level helpers in the city. With the help of the formation, they might be able to stop the attack of the two men.

"Old Man Weng, I hope you can be smart. This is the decision of our clan's Supreme Elders Council, and now there are only two of us who are here to ask you for the person. If you insist on shirking your responsibility, next time it won't just be me and Fellow Daoist Yan who will come." The cultivator surnamed Wen said grimly, suppressing his anger.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Wen, stop threatening me. You have fellow Daoists to support you from the Jiaochi tribe, but don't I have any support from Tianyun? I've already said that the Ye guy is not in the city, so you can look for him wherever you want."

The young man surnamed Weng felt that Ye Ming's potential was worth investing in. He looked like a person with great fortune. If he could really make further progress and become a person of the same level as himself, he would definitely be one of the strongest people in the entire spiritual world. If not now, when?

The most important thing is that the Tianyun Clan has the premise and conditions for friendship. Ye Ming has lived in Tianyun City for more than a hundred years. From the investigation, it can be seen that Ye Ming has a relatively positive attitude towards the Tianyun Clan, and no member of the clan has had any grudges against him.

Moreover, in his estimation, even without his help, Ye Ming would most likely have the ability to escape from the Mahayana being.

Therefore, at this time, the young man surnamed Weng showed an attitude of supporting Ye Ming.

At this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound, and layers of colorful light shields appeared above Yuncheng, covering most of the city in the blink of an eye.

When the young man surnamed Weng saw this scene, he felt more confident. The city defense formation had been activated, and if a fight really broke out, the losses could be minimized.

The two Mahayana monks of the Jiaochi tribe also saw this situation, but the one surnamed Wen glanced at it and sneered:
"Humph, so you want to rely on the formation to resist, but your formation is mostly damaged, I don't know how many times you can withstand my attacks. Let me ask you again, are you going to hand over the murderer or not?"

"I've said before that the kid named Ye is not with me." The young man named Weng said without changing his expression.

"Okay! Okay! Since you insist on protecting this person, I have to teach you a lesson. Let's do it!" The cultivator named Yan was so angry that his teeth were itching.

In this battle, not only did they fail to capture Yuncheng, but they also lost dozens of Saint-level backbones. The two of them were already extremely angry and had long been looking for an opportunity to fight. Now seeing Old Man Weng's attitude, they had to teach him a lesson. It would be best if they could get rid of this man to vent their anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two Mahayana masters of the Jiaochi tribe flashed and after separating themselves by more than ten miles, they attacked at the same time.

After the Mahayana monk surnamed Yan chanted several spells, he raised his hands. The energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was instantly mobilized, and fist-sized fiery red light balls appeared out of thin air.

Then they gathered towards the sky madly, and in the blink of an eye, a red cloud with a diameter of more than ten miles formed around the old man.

The old man opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of clear air which sank into the red cloud. It was like adding fuel to the fire. The entire red cloud suddenly ignited into a blazing sea of ​​fire, sweeping towards the young man named Weng.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wen was just the opposite. He threw a small blue sword into the air, and with a flash of blue light, he appeared at a very high altitude.

"Gather!" the middle-aged man shouted softly, and the small sword made a melodious and clear sound. Then, blue spots of light suddenly appeared in the void within dozens of miles around, and also gathered towards the small sword madly.

While absorbing this massive amount of light spots, the small sword also grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge sword that was a thousand feet long and dozens of feet wide.

"fall!"

After another low shout, the giant sword shook slightly and turned the hilt upside down, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards, stabbing down at a high speed. Surprisingly, before the giant sword actually fell, the temperature within dozens of miles around suddenly dropped sharply, becoming extremely cold, and a "crackling" sound was heard in the void, and frost actually formed.

"How dare you!" The young man surnamed Weng became furious upon seeing this, and then he flipped his hands, and a pair of jade ruyi with green light flowing appeared.

With the help of magic power, two earth-shaking roars were heard, and Yu Ruyi instantly turned into two emerald green unicorns hundreds of feet in size, but their bodies looked a little illusory.

But as the two Qilins roared to the sky, the vitality of heaven and earth rolled in, instantly replenishing and solidifying their illusory bodies. Then they moved their four hooves, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed towards the shocking sea of ​​fire and the terrifying giant sword without hesitation.

"Rumble..."

The four of them soon came into contact with each other, making a loud noise that shook the earth, and the three lights of red, blue and green shone across the sky.

Immediately after the attack, the sea of ​​fire, the giant sword and the Qilin separated for a brief moment, and then collided violently again.

After just a few strikes, powerful and violent energy erupted, throwing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth into chaos.

The city protection barrier that had just risen above Yuncheng was shaking due to the impact of this violent spiritual energy, and the spiritual light on its surface flickered wildly.

"Try to hold on!"

In a heavily guarded space filled with countless restrictions inside Yuncheng, dozens of array masters were manipulating the array. Xing Qing shouted with an ugly expression.

"Fellow Daoist Xing, it's no use. Most of the city defense formation has been destroyed by the Jiao Chi people. I'm afraid it won't last much longer." A gray-haired old man said anxiously while inputting magic power into a certain center of the formation.

"We have to hold on even if we can't. There are still countless clansmen in the city. Once there is no protection from the magic array, who knows how many of them will be killed by the aftermath of the battle between the Mahayana beings." Xing Qing was naturally clear about the situation of the array, but his expression remained calm and composed.

Seeing that everyone still lacked confidence, he added: "I believe Senior Weng will soon lead these two people to another place."

Although the low-level Tianyun people in the city were horrified by the battle in the sky, they did not panic. Under the guidance of the fusion and refining cultivators, they each performed their duties.

On the top of another high mountain, dozens of monks in the fusion stage were on high alert, looking at the sky with serious expressions, ready to deal with the aftermath of the fight above at any time.

But Ye Ming was not among them and no one knew where he went.

The magical powers of the three Mahayana monks were earth-shaking, and every move and every style was extremely powerful. Just a few simple strikes were enough to destroy the mountains and rivers outside Yuncheng.

However, Yuncheng's city defense formation was incomplete and collapsed in just a moment.

The young man surnamed Weng naturally knew all this very well, and with a thought, after a head-on collision with Jiao Chi and the other man, his body turned into a stream of light that soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye he was out of the sky.

After reaching a height of tens of thousands of feet, the young man summoned several powerful treasures and launched an attack on Jiao Chi and the other two from above.

For a moment, all kinds of sword energy and precious light poured down like an overwhelming force.

The red-robed old man immediately saw through the intention of the young man surnamed Weng, and then sneered: "Humph! This is to lure us away from Yuncheng, it's a nice idea. Fellow Daoist Wen, I will go to meet Old Man Weng, and this city will be handed over to you. If they resist stubbornly, there is no need to say anything, just kill them all to commemorate the heroic spirits of my people!"

(End of this chapter)