Chapter 588: Your Excellency Bai Qi, I will come to your rescue right now!
Inside the Imperial Capital Arena.
Xuan Lingzi and other Taoist leaders were silent for a long time, wanting to speak but stopping themselves, and wanting to speak again.
He wanted to say something but didn't know how to refute, so in the end he could only glare at Zhang Tianshi again before looking away in disappointment.
This old man Zhang Xuanjun is such a piece of shit.
It would be fine if you knew the truth but didn't tell them, but you also asked them to ask someone else if he was a real dragon?
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
"snort!"
Master Hu San snorted coldly and said proudly: "Now you should believe it. So, with the Ninth Prince here, even if the First Emperor is reborn, it doesn't matter. He will just live one more life. Whether he can live forever is still unknown."
"Amitabha."
The Shaolin abbot sighed, "What does it matter whether you believe it or not? The great era is approaching, and we ourselves don't know where our future lies, so how can we care about so many things?"
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent again.
Even Mr. Hu San, who had been so smug, put away his smile and his beard trembled slightly.
His eyes dimmed slightly, knowing that if the spiritual energy revived and the mountains and seas were unsealed, they, the little monsters, would probably only be qualified to become food for the big monsters.
Unless they stay in Changbai Mountain and hide under Ao Jiu's wings.
But if this is the case, the children of the clan will lack experience. How will they survive in this complex environment in the future?
This is a false proposition and seems to have no solution.
There was an inexplicable sense of oppression in the air, like the calm before the storm.
"The great era is coming..."
Xuan Lingzi murmured this sentence again, his face pale.
He suddenly felt how ridiculous his previous questioning of Ao Jiu's identity was.
In this era on the verge of collapse, who can truly control their own destiny?
"I have always wondered, why do we cultivators cultivate?"
Wudang elder Xuan Chengzi sighed, "Is it for immortality? For transcendence? Or for protecting this land?"
He looked at the battle above the arena, a hint of compassion in his eyes.
"Now it seems that perhaps we can't protect anything."
“Perhaps, we are just dust in the torrent of history.”
"Amitabha."
The Shaolin abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Fellow Taoists, why don't you let go of your obsession and wait and see what happens."
"Wait and see?"
Xuan Lingzi sneered, "Do you really think you can stay out of this?"
"Buddha has mercy on me."
The Shaolin abbot shook his head, "Just ask for a clear conscience."
This conversation made everyone feel even more depressed.
Master Hu San stood aside, listening to the discussions of several Taoist leaders, feeling mixed emotions.
As the ancestor of the demon clan, he has always believed that as long as the demon clan is united, and with the Ninth Prince Ao Jiu in charge, they will be able to deal with all crises.
But now…
He began to doubt.
"I have always believed that our demon race can finally hold our heads up high and stop hiding."
Master Hu San said in a low voice, "But now it seems that this world is no longer a stage that we can control."
"You Taoists have your troubles, and we demons have our difficulties."
He looked up at Ao Jiu who was fighting fiercely with Bai Qi in the sky, and said in a complicated tone: "No matter how strong the Ninth Prince is, he is only one person after all."
"How long can he protect us?"
"When the real chaotic world comes, even gods and demons will fall. How will we, the wild spirits, cope with it?"
"Everyone."
Zhang Tianshi suddenly spoke, sweeping his whisk lightly, his voice steady and powerful, "The troubled times have arrived, this is an undeniable fact. But my Taoist sect has been passed down for thousands of years, so why have we ever been afraid of any great times?
It's just like fighting the enemy with the army and covering the water with earth."
"The Heavenly Master is right."
Wu Yunzi also smiled bitterly and nodded: "It's useless to think too much now. When the time comes, things will work out. Let's just race first."
Finally, everyone let go of their worries, and Master Hu San also returned to his seat dejectedly.
But without exception, these big guys have visibly lost a lot of their enthusiasm for the game.
The disciples were unaware that their elders had lost interest and were still rubbing their hands, ready to go on stage and make a splash.
Just as the host was about to go on stage, Bai Qi suddenly looked up and looked towards the southwest with burning eyes.
He seemed to have discovered something, his armor clanged, and the blood in his body suddenly burst out, scaring the host so much that he staggered and almost fell.
The host blushed, shrank his neck and stepped back.
Bai Qi didn't even look at him, the look in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"What did he find?"
"Is there something else going on?"
“Could it be…”
Just when everyone on the scene was filled with doubt and confusion, Bai Qi stepped heavily on the ground and shot out.
"Your Majesty, I, Bai Qi, will come to your rescue right now!"
As the words fell, Bai Qi turned into a streak of blood light and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.
There was a deathly silence.
After a long while, someone spoke tremblingly: "Who did he say he was?"
"Bai, Bai Qi?"
The person next to him swallowed and said uncertainly.
After a brief silence, a huge cheer broke out in the venue.
"Fuck! It's Bai Qi!"
"Ahhh, Wu'an Jun Bai Qi! I really didn't hear it wrong!"
"No wonder I'm so unhappy with you, it's obviously the old man coming back to clean up the mess!!!"
"Damn it! It's been over two thousand years, and his bones haven't rotted yet?"
"Aren't there gods in the world? Maybe Wu Anjun didn't die at all, but just went to cultivate immortality!"
"That makes sense! He just called me Your Majesty. Could it be that the First Emperor is not dead, but just went to cultivate immortality?"
There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone was shrouded in huge doubts. Some people even thought they were hallucinating.
But looking at the people around me, I felt like I had not heard wrong.
The person just now was really Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an!
At the same time, the Internet exploded.
In live broadcast rooms around the world, comments erupted like a tsunami:
[Fuck! Bai Qi?! The killer who killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers?!]
[My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast...]
[The First Emperor is going to be resurrected? My scalp is tingling! ]
[Wake up, the guy above, this is a competition for cultivating immortals, not the Grave Robbers' Chronicles! ]
At the competition seat, the whisk in Zhang Tianshi's hand instantly straightened up, and he said with an unpleasant expression: "He went to the direction of Mount Li!"
Wu Yunzi stood up suddenly: "Mount Li? Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?!"
The Shaolin abbot suddenly frowned: "Amitabha! The catastrophe is coming..."
In the area where the Huo family representatives were located, Huo Lingchuan and others were also greatly shocked.
Everyone stared at the distant sky with wide eyes and talked a lot.
"Holy crap! Was that really Bai Qi just now?"
Li Xuan, a disciple of the Jingming Sect, couldn't help rubbing his eyes and muttered to himself.
"That should be it? It sounds like that..."
Su Xin stared at the sky with her clear big eyes without blinking, and her expression was a little out of place.
Ling Xiao and Lin Changfeng of the Shenxiao Sect were both a little absent-minded, and no one knew what they were thinking.
These people did not go to look for people from their own sects, but followed Huo Lingchuan to the arena.
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