The forbidden land of the Sable Tribe is a small golden hill.

This small hill exudes light like a scorching sun, and rays of light interweave into special runes and lines above the small hill.

Zhuo Wen could tell at a glance that this golden hill was nothingness at all, a virtual golden mountain formed by the interweaving of formation prohibitions, forming a complex seal pattern.

Moreover, the prohibition level of the formation in this golden hill is not weak, it has reached the pinnacle of good luck level, which is higher than the protection formation of the holy mink clan.

Such a level is rare in the prehistoric world, and Zhuo Wen suspected that the formation prohibition on the surface of the golden hill was not arranged by the formation masters of the Holy Diao Clan at all.

"Lord Zhuo, Houyi's divine arrow is sealed in this golden mountain! This golden mountain is a kind of sealing formation at the pinnacle of good fortune. .�

Jingcai's eyes showed respect, and she now called Zhuo Wen directly as Mr. Zhuo, which can be said to be extremely respectful.

However, when Jingcai talked about that extremely strong man, her eyes showed a hint of arrogance.

This sealing formation is very unusual. From Jingcai's point of view, it doesn't matter how powerful Zhuo Wen is in front of him. If he wants to break this sealing formation, he may not be able to break it with brute force, so this son may not be able to get that. Houyi Divine Arrow.

Zhuo Wen didn't know what was going on in Jingcai's mind at all, his eyes fell on the Jinshan in front of him, and he stepped forward in one step, darting in front of Jinshan.

The pattern of Jinshan's formation prohibition is very wonderful, but in Zhuo Wen's eyes, this kind of pattern is simply pediatrics, after all, it is just a good fortune formation.

I saw Zhuo Wen put two fingers together and suddenly tapped on the golden mountain.

Jingcai found out in a daze that the Jinshan was surging violently, and then she saw with her own eyes that the Jinshan, which had not changed for thousands of years, was actually collapsing.

After the Jinshan collapsed completely, Zhuo Wen saw a half-meter-long brocade box under the Jinshan...

Zhuo Wen took the brocade box in his hand and opened it, a terrifying killing intent surged out of the brocade box.

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, completely crushing this killing intent.

I saw a blood-stained arrow lying quietly inside the brocade box, and Zhuo Wen knew that it was Houyi's arrow.

The dirty blood on the surface of the divine arrow is the blood of the Golden Crow.

In ancient times, the great witch Hou Yi forged nine peerless arrows, relying on these nine peerless arrows, he alone shot down the nine golden crows raging in the prehistoric land, enjoying the eternal reputation.

And Hou Yi was the head of countless great witches in that era, second only to the terrifying powerhouse of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

It can be said that all nine of Houyi's divine arrows were stained with the blood of the Golden Crow.

Counting the Houyi arrows of the Saint Diao clan, Zhuo Wen had five Houyi arrows in total.

Among them, the blood of the Golden Crow on two of Houyi's divine arrows had been wiped away by the Black King, revealing their complete form.

And the three Houyi divine arrows that he had just found in the prehistoric sky were still stained with the blood of the Golden Crow and could not exert their full power.

Zhuowen had tried to use the power of Pan Gu's holy body to get rid of the blood of the Golden Crow, but it took a lot of time to get rid of a trace, and finally Zhuo Wen gave up on getting rid of the blood of the Golden Crow.

Zhuo Wen knew very well that his strength was not enough, otherwise, he could easily wipe away the Golden Crow's blood on the surface of the divine arrow like the Black King.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen was even more afraid of the legendary monsters like the Golden Crow.

Countless years have passed, and the blood left by it is so difficult to deal with. Isn't such a complete Golden Crow comparable to a peerless powerhouse like Tongtianzhu Peak? It is a terrifying existence.

Putting away Houyi's magic arrow, Zhuo Wen turned around and looked at Jingcai who was restless behind him, and said lightly: "You have two choices now, one is to exchange your life for the survival of the entire Saint Diao clan, and the other is to exchange your life for the survival of the entire Saint Diao clan, and the other is that you Saint The Mink Clan exterminates the Clan, you live!"

Jingcai stared at her beautiful eyes, and soon, she revealed a look of despair, and said with a wry smile: "Do I still have a choice? I choose the first one, and the inheritance of our Saint Diao clan cannot be broken!"

"Now you make an oath of heaven in front of me. If you don't attack my Sheng Diao people, I am willing to die to make amends!"

Zhuo Wen glanced at Jingcai lightly, and said: "I, Zhuo Wen, swear to the Dao of Heaven, if you Saint Diao Clan don't deal with me, I will never trouble the Saint Diao Clan in the future! If you violate the oath, Dao Heart will be broken."

Jingcai looked deeply at Zhuo Wen, but she let out a sigh of relief in her heart, the oath of a broken Dao heart is extremely serious, since Zhuo Wen dared to make such an oath, it is true that she does not intend to deal with her clansmen.

"Remember your oath!"

As Jingcai said, Yu pointed at the center of her eyebrows, crushing her soul.

Zhuo Wen looked at Jingcai who fell to the ground and died indifferently, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

This Jingcai had originally designed to frame him, and had long planned to take Zhuo Wen's life.

If Zhuo Wen was not strong enough, he would have fallen in the Saint Diao Clan, and his belongings had been divided up by Jingcai and others.

Zhuo Wen never thought that he would be merciful to the enemies who wanted to take his life.

Zhuo Wen strode away from the Sheng Diao Clan, and the people of the Sheng Diao Clan were already frightened, and no one dared to stop Zhuo Wen. JrNovels.com