The Royal City of Hundred Tribes is located on the edge of the Hell Realm, to the south of the Dark Triangle Star Territory. It was jointly established by one hundred and thirty-seven small tribes and stretches for thousands of miles in the starry sky.
In terms of defense and grandeur, it will not be much worse than the top ten divine cities in the hell world.
This star field is home to hundreds of large worlds and thousands of living planets.
Eight white-feathered peacocks pulled a gorgeously decorated holy car into the city. The frame of the carriage is shining with holy light and decorated with various exquisite ornaments, such as gourds with blue patterns, snow grass, chalcedony which show the owner's longing for beauty and pursuit of exquisite life.
The driver was a not-so-sophisticated man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, which was incompatible with the temperament of the holy car.
¡°It¡¯s a pity that the man held his hat down so no one could see clearly what he looked like.
"stop!"
Outside a gambling city opened by the Yaksha tribe, the holy car stopped. The man in black robe raised his head slightly and looked at the copper gate of the casino. Standing outside the door were strong men from the Holy Realm wearing black armor, with a heavy aura.
In the holy car, a pleasant voice sounded: "Why did you stop here?"
"Waiting for a friend." The man in black robe said.
Not long after, an old man with disheveled hair and a hunched back walked out of the casino happily. He kept stroking the space bracelet on his wrist. He had obviously won a lot and was in a beautiful mood.
The eyes of the holy monks of the Yaksha tribe who guarded the gate of the gambling city all showed greed.
They knew how many sacred stones this old guy had won in the casino, and the chief executive of the casino was so angry that he flew into a rage.
The hunchbacked old man glanced at them, deliberately pretending to be scared, and said: "You, the Yasha clan, are the largest clan in the royal city of hundreds of clans. You value credibility the most. You won't do anything illegal, right?"
A strong Saint King of the Yaksha tribe said: "Of course not."
"That's good, that's good, I'm scared to death!"
The hunchbacked old man weakly walked down the stairs and was about to leave. Not far away, a voice sounded: "Seven hands!"
The happy smile of the hunchbacked old man disappeared instantly, and his eyes became deep and menacing. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the gorgeous white-feathered peacock holy car and the man in black robe half lying at the door.
You can actually see through his true identity, who is he?
It should be noted that the old man with seven hands has survived the divine calamity and his mental power has reached the seventieth level.
The old man with seven hands was not afraid. He walked over and used his mental power to explore the opponent, but the released mental power disappeared without a trace.
"May I ask who you are?" the old man with seven hands asked cautiously.
The man in black robe looked very lazy. He stretched out a finger to hold up the bamboo hat, revealing half of his extremely handsome face.
The old man Qishou was surprised and happy. He quickly bowed and saluted, saying: "It turns out to be senior brother. Qishou pays homage to senior brother!"
The man in black robe is not Zhang Ruochen.
In the battle with Xinghuantian, Zhang Ruochen shocked the world. Not to mention invincible at the same level, it can be said that he suppressed all the strong men in this Yuanhui. How could the old man Qishou dare to neglect him?
The old man Qishou worshiped the blood queen as his master. Although he was a registered disciple, his seniority was here and he didn't care that he was older than Zhang Ruochen. He just said "senior brother" and called him out.
Zhang Ruochen put down the bamboo hat on his head and said: "If you don't stay in the Blood Sky Tribe, why do you come to the Hundred Tribes King's City to bet and fight? You won't lose the face of the gods by winning the sacred stone from a group of holy monks?"
The old man with seven hands smiled and said, "Didn't I change my body shape and appearance?"
"Do you know how I discovered you? Because you used your mental power when gambling." Zhang Ruochen said.
The old man with seven hands flattered him: "That's because senior brother's spiritual power is extremely high. Even I, a spiritual god, can't hide it from your perception."
Zhang Ruochen said: "There are many gods in the royal city of hundreds of tribes, and there are many who are smarter than me. Can you hide it from them?"
"A person of that level will not pay attention to me, a seventy-level spiritual power god. Besides, I came to the casino to help Mr. Pluto find out the news. I was doing business, not like a night tour. Such idleness."
While the old man with seven hands raised himself up, he did not forget to step on the master of the night tour.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Sixth Uncle has also come to Baizu Royal City?"
"Senior brother, don't you know? I thought that senior brother came here just for this matter." The old man with seven hands showed a surprised look.
Zhang Ruochen said: "In this royal city of hundreds of clans,It's the Temple of Darkness.
But it doesn¡¯t seem to be in the interests of the Dark Temple.
"So the Sixth Uncle is here too?" Zhang Ruochen said.
The seven-handed old man said: "Master Pluto is in charge of the divine sword passed down by the sword ancestor, and there may be some subtle connections between him and the sword world. If the sword world really exists, how can the Xuejue family miss this feast? This big family Zai directly dispatched a holy army to us."
"Not only that, even gods from the Temple of the Immortal have come to contact Lord Pluto and are ready to fully support him in exploring the Dark Triangle Star Territory. He needs people and things to meet all needs."
Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly and said secretly, exploring the Dark Triangle Star Territory does not require high cultivation level, but requires manpower and material resources.
How many people will die?
"What are the actions of the Temple of Destiny?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
The old man with seven hands said: "It's very strange. A lot of news about the sword world comes from Jingyun Pavilion. But the Temple of Destiny is very restrained and has not taken any action. It is unusually calm."
"The calmer the water surface is, the more unfathomable the water is."
Zhang Ruochen said: "The tail behind is coming up, it's all your fault."
"It's just a few holy monks, I'll deal with them right away." The old man with seven hands said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "If you want to live, maybe you can be of some use."
The old man with seven hands had a strange look in his eyes. He really couldn't figure out what use a few holy monks from the Yaksha tribe could have. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com