"Jerome Yulin, you are so brave!" The Queen of Green Spirit raised her eyebrows, looked at the sword saint who was captured alive, her face was full of anger, and she shouted: "Do you want to take the Yulin clan to kill the entire clan?"

The Qingling guards next to him glared at Jerome Yulin, and someone shouted: "The Yulin Sword Saint dared to attack the queen, and was extremely guilty. Arrest him and executed publicly!"

"Pooh!"

The Yulin Sword Saint resisted the invisible pressure of holding onto him and retorted with difficulty: "You have not held the throne ceremony, nor have you received the recognition of God. You are not my queen... Ah... Heresy from heaven, if you have the affair, you can kill me!" He cursed unceasingly, but Xiahou Zheng was unmoved and had no expression on his face. I don't know if he couldn't understand the other party's words or it didn't matter at all.

Xin Ji, who was sitting in the carriage behind, understood their conversation and immediately realized that the Qingling tribe was not a monolithic piece, and it was divided into hundreds of clans. The ordinary Qingling tribe members had names but no surnames. Only those who were superior were qualified to use the clan name as their surname.

For example, the surname of Queen Qingling is Feng Ge, which shows that she comes from the Fengge clan, and this Jerome comes from the Yulin clan.

Xin Ji only knew that there were many clans in the Qingling clan, but he was not clear about the strength of the major clans. After all, the information and documents he had read were from hundreds of years ago and could not be accurate.

However, judging from the current situation, Evian Fengge obviously lacked control over the entire clan because he had just ascended the throne. He also turned to the Federation and reformed the past and made innovations, which led to extremely fierce resistance from other clans.

"The following is right, and I am worried about the distinguished guest. Jerome, do you think you have a chance to survive?" The Queen Qingling's eyes were filled with frost and she said coldly: "Tell me, who instructed you to do this? You alone, you dare not do such a big thing."

"No one instructed me." The Yulin Sword Saint glanced at Queen Qingling with contempt and said hatefully: "You ignored the deep hatred of the blood sea back then, betrayed the interests of the Qingling clan to heresy from heaven, abandoned the noble dignity of our clan, and were not worthy of being our queen. Sooner or later, you will regret it, hahaha..."

After he said that, he laughed out loud, accompanied by the pain in his body, as if he was crazy.

The Qingling Queen's face turned pale, waved her hand and ordered the sword saint guard behind her to say, "Control him and take him back to the city for trial." Then she turned to Xiahou Zheng and said in federal language: "Mr. Xiahou, I am not strict in my power, and I will make you laugh. I promise that this will never happen again..."

However, as soon as she was halfway through her words, Xiahou Zheng looked up slightly rudely, his eyes shining through the thick shade of the trees, and a sense of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Everyone present and the Qingling tribe were waiting for Xiahou Zheng to speak, but they were puzzled when he saw his actions.

Behind, Xin Ji suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitations. In his intuition, there seemed to be a great danger coming, and his hair was standing upside down, making his scalp numb.

But this danger is far beyond his ability, even if he senses it in advance, he is helpless.

"Hahahaha..." The Yulin Sword Saint seemed to have noticed something, and laughed happily, shouting with a distorted face: "You all follow me to bury you!"

boom!

The next second, the dim forest was suddenly illuminated by fire. Above the head, a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters broke through layers of obstacles, falling from the sky like a meteorite, and endless heat was emitted from the fall. The temperature in the forest soared linearly, water evaporated, branches and leaves burned, and the heat waves were overwhelmed, and in an instant it turned into a furnace hell.

"Fall Stars Fall in the Sky!"

A sword saint from the Qingling tribe screamed in dismay, his face full of despair.

The members of the Federal Auditorium also looked shocked. This is a chanting technique, and it is a very rare pyrotechnic technique. It takes a long time to prepare. Judging from its scale, at least level seven or above requires a warlock to consume all its chanting power before it can be used. The energy contained is no less than the full blown attack of the plasma plasma cannon of the battleship.

Before everyone could do anything, Xiahou Zheng's voice sounded: "Don't panic, everyone! Victor, I'll leave this sword saint to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a translucent field of thought opened from Xiahou Zheng's body, and expanded to more than 300 meters in diameter. With the rumbling sound, everything within the range, whether it was a towering tree with a diameter of several meters, or a bushes, was pushed out by the mind. The eyes suddenly became clear, and a huge protective cover was formed on the sky above the top to protect everyone.

At the same time, the captured Yulin Sword Saint regained his freedom and fell from mid-air. Before he could have time to be happy, a fierce figure rose from the ground, holding a huge black shield, and slapped him heavily on the ground with a bang.

Victor Dodge swooped down, pinched the neck of the Yulin Sword Saint, lifted him up and lifted him in the air like a chicken, and then looked up at the top of his head.

Boom...

The huge fireball hit the mind-power shield and exploded in an instant, just like the little sun bursting out light that was unseen. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky. The terrifying shock wave carried a huge amount of heat and light energy swept across the world. The trees outside the shield were instantly vaporized, a large area of ​​forest was destroyed, and trees further away fell down radially.

During the explosion, the seemingly fragile mind shield was unexpectedly solid and as stable as a mountain, harder than alloy armor. The shock wave of the fireball only rippled on its surface without causing any damage.

The people inside the mind guard were shocked at first, and then they found that they were unscathed and were immediately surprised and happy.

This light water-like shield divides the world into two parts. The shield is safe and calm, but the doomsday scene is outside the shield.

Whether it was the members of the Federation or the Qingling tribe, they could not help but look at Xiahou Zheng in awe.

Xiahou Zheng's face was normal, he seemed quite relaxed, and he seemed to have enough energy. Only Victor, Zhao Jin and others were not surprised. They knew Xiahou Zheng's strength very well. A level seven chanting technique was just a slightly larger firework in the eyes of a level nine warlock.

A few seconds later, the aftermath of the fireball explosion dissipated, and both the Federal Auditorium and the Queen of Green Spirit and their group were safe and sound.

"You..." The Yulin Sword Saint, whose neck was pinched by Victor, looked as if dead. After a while, he spit out a word.

Xin Ji let out a long breath, and the feeling of palpitations just now subsided. He knew that he had survived the danger. He looked at Xiahou Zheng and said to himself: "It turns out that he is worthy of being the seventh-ranked strong man in the Federation. The ninth-level warlock is really too powerful!"

However, the matter was not over yet. In the sky, a figure wearing the robe of the priest of the Green Spirit clan stood in the air. He was suspended in the sky more than a thousand meters above the ground, with his long green hair fluttering in the wind. The super fireball just now was sent by him.

Xiahou Zheng snorted coldly and took back the shield of his mind.
Chapter completed!