Two groups of karma fiery red lotus emerged silently from Zhurong's feet, and slivered into countless extremely thin fire snakes swept around. All the alien warriors touched by the karma fiery red lotus instantly turned into a wisp of ashes, and even their souls were swallowed up by the karma fiery fire, without any residue left.

Yu Huo was furious and completely wiped out the souls of the alien warriors who died in front of him. Zhu Rong's actions were undoubtedly snatching meat from his bowl to eat!

It would be fine to grab meat and eat it. If Zhurong devoured these souls, Yu Huo would still feel a little secret joy of being a "soul-minded". However, Zhurong made the soul completely wipe out. This "waste food" behavior made Yu Huo feel angry.

"Zhurong, you don't respect your soul enough." Yu Huo looked at Zhurong deeply and said coldly: "You must know that * is just appearance, the least important garbage. Only soul is the most perfect work of creation. Every soul is unique, and every soul is flawless. You shouldn't use such vicious means to directly destroy them."

Zhu Rong looked at Yu Huo with a strange expression. His face twitched rapidly a few times. His deep red eye sockets were like small springs of two eyes. Suddenly, two red rhizomes drilled out of his eye sockets. Two fist-sized flame lotus flowers bloomed quietly on the rhizomes. Two divine light-filled eyes could be seen in the stamens of the lotus.

The slender roots of the lotus turned left and right, and the two eyes in the stamens were spinning for a while. Zhu Rong suddenly laughed: "So that's it... Dad, grandpa and the others stayed, is such an interesting thing? But he didn't tell me directly, but he had to wait until the time came before he could wake up in my soul."

Yu Huo felt something was wrong. He looked at the two lotus flowers growing in Zhu Rong's eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Zhu Rong, what do you know?"

Zhu Rong smiled, his clothes had turned into large fires and wrapped around his body. He smiled and bowed to Yu Huo, and said gently: "Sage Yu Huo came from afar, and Zhu Rong was so rude."

Deep, deep, deep, deep breath, Zhu Rong stared at Yu Huo with a hint of madness and looked up and down: "What a saint Yu Huo is like a flying dragon walking in the sky, but she turned into a swimming fish and played with fish and shrimps in the ditch. If she meets a fisherman, what should she do?"

Yu Huo stood up suddenly, countless strange lights flashed rapidly in his eyes. He shouted coldly: "Who are you? How can you know my origin? After I came to this world, there were 1.273894311 creatures under my control. No one has ever contacted you. How could you know my name?"

Zhu Rongtong Bow and several important officials of the Zhurong clan behind Zhu Rongtong Bow looked at Zhu Rong in shock.

As the most core senior figures of the Zhurong God Clan, they know the background of the Zhurong clan, how many divine generals, how many divine weapons there are, how many divine beasts and birds they raise, how many powerful combat power they hide, how many good inner supporters they have in the various tribes of the human race, etc., they probably know what Zhurong clan knows.

But Zhu Rong actually recognized the culprit of the Liangzhu chaos in front of him at a glance?

Especially, ‘saint’?

In Pangu world, the word "saint" cannot be used randomly. Only those terrifying existences who transcend the laws of heaven and earth and possess the power of changing the world will be called "saints" in awe.

Or some of the lower-class civilians in the human race also respected the powerful sages in the history of the human race to call them "saints". However, the saints in the conventional sense of the human race are obviously not the same concept as the word "saints" in the "Yu Huo Saints" mentioned by Zhu Rong.

Why don’t they know about these things Zhu Rong knew? I haven’t even heard of a word?

Zhu Rongtonggong looked at Yu Huo blankly. He was often responsible for official documents in the clan. All the information obtained by Zhu Rong clan had to pass in front of him. Zhu Rongtonggong whispered: "This is Yemotian, where is the saint of Yu Huo?"

Yu Huo also laughed. He looked at Zhu Rong very seriously and said, "Zhu Rong, I am Yemotian, hehe, isn't a saint of Yu Huo?"

He had just spoken out loudly about the number of creatures he controlled and admitted that he was Yu Huo. However, following Zhu Rongtong's mouth, Yu Huo immediately refused to admit that he was Yu Huo, and said to Zhu Rong with a smile that he was "Yemotian".

"My Zhurong clan, when the ancient gods were in decline, immediately surrendered to the unraveled human race and became the high priest of the human race." Zhurong looked at Yu Huo and said lightly: "From then on, the luck that my Zhurong clan should have been cut off has been maintained by the human race, and it has been barely maintained, and it has been beneficial. Therefore, my Zhurong clan's descendants have flourished and have continued to this day."

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rong smiled and said, "The position of high-priest wine, sacrifice to the sky, sacrifice to the earth, sacrifice to ghosts and gods, sacrifice to ancestors, and dedicated to the sacrificial ceremony of the human race. My Zhu Rong clan has always controlled the position of high-priest wine for many years, so naturally there is a bit of predictable magic."

Looking at Yu Huo deeply, Zhurong said seriously: "The human race's fortune is powerful and magical. Those who have received the Pangu world's great roads, and those who have received the human race's fortune should enjoy all kinds of incredible blessings. My Zhurong family heads..."

Shut up and organized the words for a while, Zhu Rong said deeply: "I came here today and met the saint Yu Huo. This is the best choice made by the ancestors of all generations in the unpredictable fate again and again. I came to see you today, which is the most beneficial choice for me, Zhu Rong. If I don't come to Liangzhu today and don't come to Liangzhu to chase the remnants of Gonggong's family, and I stayed in the southern desert, my clan would have great trouble."

"Fate?" Yu Huo grabbed his forehead with a little confused. He shook his head and murmured with an incredible expression: "Even I can't see through the mystery of fate, let alone you? Zhurong, although you have controlled a trace of the true meaning of Tao, it is also a Taoist rhyme of flame. What does it have to do with fate?"

Shaking his head, Yu Huo suddenly grinned: "But it doesn't matter. When I control your soul, all the secrets hidden in your mind will naturally be mine. If I can really get a little bit of the mystery about fate from you, my Saint Pan Yu is here!"

Yu Huo's body trembled slightly with excitement, and a trace of black light in his eyes kept lingering towards Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong smiled and shook his head, and he said lightly: "I said that the saint is a flying dragon in the sky, why did he transform into a swimming fish into the ditch? If the saint is here, I will naturally be unable to resist it. But since the saint is descending to Pangu's world with a clone, then please ask the saint to die!"

The flames around him became more and more intense, and Zhu Rong rushed towards Yu Huo.

"Although the ancestors did not explicitly tell you how to deal with you, it's all right to kill you." Zhu Rong's laughter was particularly loud and distant. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!