Yun Zheng stopped.
Jiang Zishi's whole body was swollen, and his face skin had been stretched out like an ugly and ferocious ball. His face was covered in blood, and he looked at the geniuses with crazy eyes, and his crazy and sinister laughter was heard.
"I want all of you to be buried with Xiang Wei!"
The geniuses were extremely frightened and fled in haste.
Jiang Zishi showed a sinister and satisfied smile. He had already prepared for his own destruction. He wanted them all to be buried with him and Xiang Wei.
"Xiang Wei, I'm here to find..." you.
Before he could finish, Jiang Zishi looked at the huge beast's mouth that suddenly appeared in front of him with horror and despair, and he shouted "No!" in his heart.
The next moment, his ball-like body was swallowed by Taotie.
A muffled "bang" sounded from Taotie's stomach. Startled, Taotie jumped on the spot and then burped loudly.
Gradually, smoke came out of Taotie's mouth and nostrils.
The fleeing geniuses suddenly turned around and saw this scene: "!!!" It actually swallowed Jiang Zishi?!
No wonder ancient books once said: Taotie’s belly is a bottomless pit.
At this moment, Taotie turned around and looked at them with greed, with saliva dripping from his blood plate onto the ground, making them feel like they were Taotie's meal. Realizing this, they retreated in panic and sobered up completely.
Don't come over here!
It took just one step towards them and then disappeared from where it stood.
The geniuses immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
That night, he first happily enjoyed a celebratory banquet, then experienced a thrilling self-destruction incident, and then was frightened by Taotie...
Yun Zheng turned to look at them, "It's okay, everyone go back and rest."
The geniuses did not dare to ask more questions and then dispersed. Only Yu Qiu, Feng Xinglan, Mo Jing, Mu Yin, Yan Chen, Si Kouyuan and others were still sleeping here. Because the alcohol content of the spiritual wine refined by Yun Zheng was too high, they could not wake up for a while.
Most of the geniuses here have left, leaving only a few who are fast asleep.
Yun Zheng walked towards the man who was sitting obediently in the chair, stopped in front of him, lowered her eyes and asked, "Are you awake?"
He nodded.
Yun Zheng lowered her voice, "Then get some more sleep."
The man hummed softly, then leaned his head against her chest, found a comfortable angle, and closed his eyes.
Yun Zheng: “…”
She laughed, then slowly raised her eyes and looked around, only to see her friends, uncle, and Senior Sister Sikou all sleeping here. She decided not to go back tonight.
She reached out and touched Rong Shuo's face, which was a little cold.
"Are you happy today?"
"…Um."
…
The next day.
A group of drunk people woke up and went back to their rooms to lie down. After all, they had put too much energy into the assessment of the secret realm, and they needed to rest.
While the geniuses of Qiongtian were recuperating, the imperial capital outside was very lively.
They were all discussing the Genius Competition and the Nine Gates of the Primordial World.
As a mysterious territory in ancient times, Honghuang Jiumen naturally attracted a lot of people's attention. After all, it was rumored that a cultivator with low talent entered there for a while, and after coming out he was promoted to a god!
This is God!
For ten thousand years, no one in the three advanced continents has been able to advance to become a god. This is enough to show that advancing to become a god requires not only talent, but also more spiritual energy, spiritual objects, opportunities, and so on.
In addition to the Nine Gates of Honghuang, the Fengyun team of Qiongtian is even more famous.
At this moment, a group of people came to the outside of the Qiongtian Embassy.
The old man in the lead was wearing a plain robe. His wrinkled face was full of tension and hesitation. He put his hands behind his back, then rubbed them in front of him. He looked a little restrained.
The elegant middle-aged man next to him smiled slightly. "Dad, stop rubbing your hands. You're just going to see your grandson and chat with him. There's no need to be so nervous."
A young man in orange scratched his head and said with a smile, "Yes, although my cousin looks fierce, he is actually very fierce. Grandpa, please be careful with your words later. Don't accidentally anger my cousin. I'm afraid he will get angry and kill us too."
The head of the Yin family glared at them angrily.
"Go away, why am I nervous?"
The middle-aged man Yin Nanshen laughed and agreed, "Dad, whatever you say is what it is."
Yin Nianhua also chuckled, then he turned his head to look at Yin Jinse, who had been silent the whole time, and said happily: "Sister, my cousin is so amazing, we will be able to see him later."
"No future." Yin Jinse said impatiently.
What's the point of having a powerful cousin? Being strong yourself is the only way to succeed.
Yin Nianhua was used to being criticized, and didn't feel down or depressed. The young man had a smile on his face that was as warm as a spring breeze.
Soon, after the waiter finished conveying the message, the Yin family and their entourage entered the Qiongtian Embassy.
In the main hall.
Not long after the Yin family members took their seats, Emperor Zun came in. The atmosphere, which had been full of conversation and laughter, suddenly became tense, with a subtle sense of awkwardness and unfamiliarity.
The Emperor suddenly stopped in the middle of the main hall and slowly turned to look at them.
Yin Nianhua was so frightened that he dared not breathe, his face pale. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his father's sleeve, as if asking for help.
The head of the Yin family's gaze fell on his face that looked like Yin Nanqian. His eyes couldn't help but turn red, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by a needle, and he felt a dense pain.
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