Tianlu, Tianzhu Mountain, that magical and magnificent floating mountain, is the residence of the three most powerful families of the Celestial Clan.

On a blood-red mountain, there stood a tall flagpole. The naked Zi Tianzun looked like a skinned insect, with his hands tied tightly with a thin rope, hanging weakly on the flagpole.

A strong wind blew, and Zi Tianzun's shriveled and thin body, which was typical of a young man, was like a kite, swaying lightly in the wind. His head hit the flagpole covered with barbs from time to time, and countless tiny holes were pierced on his scalp. Blood flowed down his face covered with blood scabs, and a thick layer of blood was coated on his bloody body.

Zi Tianzun's cultivation was completely devoured by a high-ranking member of the Mingjiao clan.

Even his blood, bone marrow and vital energy had been devoured by the people of the Mingjiao tribe by ninety-nine percent. His remaining vital energy was just barely enough to keep him alive and prevent him from dying of heart failure while hanging on the flagpole.

Under the tall flagpole, the heads of countless Purple Clan members, Purple Clan servants, and Purple Clan guards were neatly stacked into a mountain.

The flagpole on which Zi Tianzun was hanging was actually inserted into a mountain made of stacked heads. Hundreds of millions of heads were stacked together to form this hideous, bloody, terrifying mountain with endless resentment.

The only one left alive from the Zi Clan in Tianzhu Mountain is Zi Tianzun!

Except for Zi Tianzun, everyone else was killed - the only reason Zi Tianzun was still alive was because his mother was called Dao Linglin, and the man who commanded the Mingjiao clan's army to break through the Zi valve's base and killed all the Zi valve clansmen who remained in Tianzhu Mountain was called Dao Wufa, who was Dao Linglin's great-uncle.

It’s just that Zi Tianzun is just still alive.

Hundreds of Taoist clansmen stood under the flagpole, each of them looked dispirited and almost like the walking dead.

They still haven't figured out what happened.

They couldn't understand why Dao Wufa, who had been stationed in the outer battlefield for tens of thousands of years, would suddenly return from the outer battlefield.

They couldn't understand why Dao Wufa would bring the token of the ancestor of the Dao family and order them to join the Mingjiao clan.

What they couldn't understand even more was why Dao Wufa would lead his clansmen to fight back, cooperate with the invading Mingjiao clan from outer space to break through the Zi valve’s base, kill all the Zi valve clansmen who remained in Tianzhu Mountain, and use such brutal and cruel means to deal with Zi Tianzun!

What on earth is going on?

Could it be that the Dao clan is colluding with the evil demons from outer space to rebel against the rule of the Zi clan?

Not knowing why and feeling inexplicably terrified, these Taoist clan members stood blankly under the flagpole. Suddenly, a handsome young Taoist man picked up a thick dragon-skin whip and fiercely lashed Zi Tianzun with it hundreds of times.

Zi Tianzun's body twitched violently. He laughed miserably, opened his eyes with difficulty, and glared at the Dao Clan young man: "Dao Qisong... if you have the guts, beat me to death. Otherwise, when I, the ancestor of the Zi Clan, return, I will peel off your skin with my own hands!"

After coughing a few times with difficulty, Zi Tianzun spat out a piece of blood from his mouth and muttered to himself: "Although... my elder sister is very domineering, very barbaric, very cruel, and very greedy... but at least what she said is right. None of you Taoists are good people!"

One of his eyes was blown out, completely losing his light perception, and the other eye was swollen like a lychee, so he could only see a little. Zi Tianzun said dryly: "I thought she hated Dodge Show, so she said such things... But... One of her innate magical powers is the power of destiny! Destiny, destiny... She knew long ago that you Dao Clan are not good people, right?"

Dao Qisong looked grimly at Zi Tianzun with a cold face: "Are we Dao Clan not good people? Ha, Zi Tianzun..."

The Mingjiao clan has stationed hundreds of millions of Mingjiao warriors near the bases of the three supreme clans of the Tian clan.

Even when Chu Ye and Chu Feng had made the Mingjiao clan miserable, the Mingjiao warriors stationed in Tianzhu Mountain were not transferred away. Instead, more Mingjiao warriors were sent here to guard Tianzhu Mountain tightly.

Dodgesong opened his mouth and was about to scold Zi Tianzun when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. With a casual pointing of his finger, Dodgesong and hundreds of Daofa clan members around him were annihilated into thin air without even a sound.

Not even a speck of dust was left, not even a wisp of smoke rose, hundreds of valve people just disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Countless Dark Horn warriors nearby howled at the same time like a pack of frightened wolves. They all flew up and rushed towards the burly figure that suddenly appeared.

Zi Tianzun, who was hanging on the flagpole, shouted with great joy: "Father!"

The middle-aged man was 18 feet tall, wearing heavy purple-gold armor with reliefs of the rising sun in the east, the setting moon in the west, the surging tide and hundreds of dragons running across the sea. The whole set of armor was extraordinarily gorgeous and majestic. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Zi Tianzun, who was covered with wounds and beaten beyond recognition, and snorted coldly from his chest.

A cold snort was heard by all the members of the Mingjiao tribe within 100 million miles around Tianzhu Mountain at the same time. The cold snort was like tens of thousands of bombs exploding in the sky at the same time in the minds of these members of the Mingjiao tribe.

The heads of hundreds of millions of members of the Dark Horn tribe exploded at the same time, and their bodies turned into blood mist. All the smallest cells in their bodies were shaken into the tiniest particles. The blood mist rolled in the sky and fell vertically evenly, dyeing the ground within a radius of 100 million miles evenly black!

Black, the blood plasma of the Dark Horn people is all black.

Because of Dao Wufa's request, the Mingjiao clan temporarily did not attack the earth veins and mineral veins around Tianzhu Mountain. The mountains and rivers here are still beautiful and can be called a paradise on earth, but after being covered with this uniform layer of plasma, Tianzhu Mountain has become no different from hell on earth.

"My dear father!" Zi Tianzun squirmed his body violently.

The burly middle-aged man looked at Zi Tianzun coldly and finally spat out two words: "Waste!"

Zi Tianzun's body stiffened, he slowly lowered his head, not daring to make any sound.

A long, shrill howl came from afar. Dozens of high-ranking members of the Dark Horn tribe turned into long black rainbows and flew towards them from above their nest. Black smoke billowed behind them, and giant pythons with three to five snake heads or more than a dozen snake heads were looming in the black smoke.

"Hehehe, a master among the natives? What's your name? When I gnaw on your brains, knowing your name will whet my appetite!" A member of the Mingjiao tribe roared loudly, shouting out chilling words from a distance.

"The Tian clan, the Zi clan, the current head of the clan, Zi Wanxuan!" The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and casually waved in the direction of those Mingjiao clan members.

"You ants are an eyesore, so..."

With a swipe of his palm, dozens of members of the Mingjiao tribe disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

"Ant!" Zi Wanxuan sneered faintly.