Chapter 778

Although the Ice God is here, it is impossible to fight, but it is easy to trip each other up.

Ao Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the world from the sky.

Although it seems that he brought such a large army to the border, in fact, he is just standing in the chaos sea outside the Shushan world, staring at this world.

He didn't come in.

After all, if he really enters this small thousand world that has been determined to be the Peng bird clan, then he really has to fight.

The confrontation between Jin Dang and the others and Ao Mang and the others constantly exudes a huge, high-dimensional aura that transcends the existence of the entire world.

For a time, the entire Jean world was trembling, and Ying Zheng and other people of the world could feel the fear that the world conveyed to them, the local creatures, at all times.

But...

Neither Ao Mang nor other flood dragon clansmen deliberately targeted this world, they just unconsciously exuded aura.

The people of the Jean world saw for the first time what the real cultivation world would be like.

In the sky, the Golden-Winged Great Peng, Miemeng Demon Bird, Xuan bird, Black Flood Dragon... covering the sky and the sun, suppressing the entire world.

All kinds of existences broke their past imagination.

At this moment, everyone in the entire Jean world realized that the world had undergone a huge change.

Ying Zheng clenched his fists slightly. Ao Mang and the others did not target any of them, but just standing there, with their momentum fully open.

He already felt his powerlessness. The Great Jean he was always proud of was like a pile of ants gathered together to play house in front of such characters.

Life and death were controlled by someone's thought, so he couldn't raise any idea of resistance.

The gap is too big...

No wonder Xuan Chen and the others mentioned mortal dynasties and mortals every time, and the meaning between the lines was an attitude of doing whatever they wanted and handling it arbitrarily.

The so-called dynasty, the so-called power, the so-called way of the emperor...

For them, as long as they are not cultivators, they are all jokes.

Ying Zheng realized a more cruel law than the Jean world.

In the cultivation world, strength is supreme.

The weak have no right to complain for themselves.

The truth of the cultivation world is also very simple: whoever is stronger is the truth.

Ying Zheng also understood why Xuan Chen and the others, who had been emperors for so long, had no interest in organizing the country.

Compared to cultivators who are constantly becoming stronger and possess such power.

Mortal dynasties...

Even if everyone in the dynasty is a top martial artist, it has no effect at all.

Simply put...

Mortals are pets kept by cultivators.

Inexplicably, Ying Zheng felt a little sad.

Clenching his fists tightly, the black flood dragon above his head was brighter than the sun, making Ying Zheng dare not look up.

But the more this was the case, the more Ying Zheng felt ashamed and angry.

In this world, the desire to govern the Great Jean was greatly reduced, and the thought of cultivating and becoming stronger increased rapidly.

No matter how strong his Great Jean is, it is only a mortal dynasty in the lower world, and it has no help to his cultivation path.

Even if he wants to follow the kingly way, he needs support, resources, and foundation.

The only thing Ying Zheng can rely on now is the Peng bird clan.

The good news is...

The Peng bird clan is one of the five prominent clans in the world today.

With many thoughts in his heart, Ying Zheng felt his clothes being tightly grasped.

Looking back, Ying Yinman was pale and trembling, lowering her head.

"Father Emperor, are we going to die..."

Ying Zheng pursed his lips, held Ying Yinman's hand, and comforted her softly:

"Be good, Yinman, the ancestor will protect us."

"Father Emperor, are all cultivators so powerful..."

Ying Yinman looked at Ying Zheng with expectation, and the latter nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, Yinman, for cultivators, cultivators with lower strength than themselves, as well as mortals, do not have the qualifications to communicate with themselves on equal terms."

"So Yinman... we must practice well. The status of mortal emperor and princess is worthless in front of cultivators."

"To them, an entire world may not have any value."

Ying Yinman nodded with complex emotions. Not far away, Zou Yan and Gai Nie and others were also kneeling on the ground, trembling with sweat.

They are not like Ying Zheng and the others who at least have the Xuan bird bloodline and have started to practice.

They are just martial artists...

Facing the top cultivators at the peak of Refining Qi into Spirit, with their momentum fully open, colliding across the world.

Even if the aftermath didn't affect them, the leakage of this aura made them hover on the edge of life and death at all times.

"This is... cultivation... strong!"

Zou Yan had already been pressed to the ground, struggling to lift his head and looking up at Ao Mang and the others in the sky, his eyes fanatical.

"So strong... so strong!"

"I also want to become such an existence! Definitely!"

592. High-level cultivators play chess, mortals fill with their lives

Xuan Chen and the others didn't have as many emotions as Ying Zheng and the others, but looking at Ao Mang outside the world, they felt a bit annoying.

After being silent for a long time, Jin Dang said coldly:

"Ao Mang, instead of having time to confront us here, why not take your people to find the world."

"Are you dealing with the decree of the supreme head?"

Ao Mang's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"You don't need to put eye drops on me. My Black Flood Dragon clan naturally follows the order of the supreme head. This time, I just came to learn from your Peng bird clan, and by the way, send you some gifts."

Jin Dang sneered in his heart. This guy wished they would suffer and be punished by Shushan. Sending gifts?

It's a joke.

"Then thank you very much, but we don't need it."

"What if I insist on giving it."

Ao Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, Jin Dang flapped his wings, and infinite golden light exploded, suppressing the sun in the sky.

"If you want to have a fight with me, I don't mind letting you recall the Life-Extinguishing Feather of my Golden Eagle clan in the past..."

Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed in Ao Mang's eyes.

The Golden Eagle clan of the past also fed on flood dragons. At this time, their cultivation was equal, so he was not afraid of Jin Dang, but it was impossible to win in a short time.

What's more, fighting was not what he was prepared to do.

At this moment, Shushan's affairs are the most important.

Thinking of this, the momentum on Ao Mang's body suddenly dissipated, he restored his human form, and laughed heroically.

"Haha, just a joke, fighting and killing hurts harmony. After all, we are all attached to Shushan now, so we can be considered colleagues."

Jin Dang and the others sneered, but didn't tear their faces, restored their human form, and stood quietly in the sky looking at Ao Mang.

"Since the joke is over, please leave. Instead of having time to chat with existences you don't like, why not go find the world."

"This is natural."

Ao Mang replied with a smile, then his gaze penetrated the world barrier and condensed on Ying Zheng and Ying Yinman.

He raised his eyebrows, slightly meaningful:

"No wonder you value this world so much... the mortal royal family of this world actually all have Xuan bird bloodlines."

"Hehe... these two are actually top-grade spirit roots, flying chicken... you have good luck..."

"However..."

Xuan Chen's face changed drastically, he waved his hand, brought Ying Zheng and Ying Yinman and others to his side, and powerful immortal texts were engraved around them, condensing a powerful shield.

Xuan Chen stared at Ao Mang coldly.

"Our older generation's affairs don't need to involve the younger generation. If you dare to take action against them, believe me, I won't let the younger generation of your Black Flood Dragon clan have a good time!"

Hearing this, although Ying Zheng and Ying Yinman and others were still a little worried, at least following Xuan Chen, they had a great sense of security.