Volume 1, Chapter 217: The Battle of Saints.
This day.
Beimang Banyueju.
Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes were filled with tears.
In front of her was an old figure.
The gray hair dances in the wind.
Today, Dongfang Shuo is wearing the armor of the Northern Mang cavalry.
It perfectly displays his figure.
An old horse in the stable still has a thousand miles to go.
The martyr was still full of ambition in his old age.
The veteran is ready to go into battle, wearing armor and ready for battle.
Dongfang Shuo fought bravely on the battlefield when he was young.
In his last battle in old age, he put on the armor he wore in his youth.
At that time, he put on armor and fought for his country.
He puts on armor in his old age to fight for a future for the Dongfang family.
He doesn't know what the future holds.
But he knew that he should fulfill his promise.
"Zhu'er, remember what the ancestor said. You can only leave the mountain after three days."
Dongfang Qingzhu's body was trembling slightly, and two lines of clear tears fell from her red eyes.
It ran across her cheeks and dripped down her jaw.
Tick-tick.
"Grandmaster, I don't want you to leave, and I don't want to be a genius..."
Dongfang Qingzhu, who knew everything, did not hate his grandfather.
Compared with the safety of the Dongfang family and the future of the family.
She would rather be a useless person all her life.
Even if I cannot practice, even if I will grow old and be ridiculed for the rest of my life.
Dongfang Shuo never looked back.
"Zhu'er, I owe you what I owe you, so please don't blame me... There are some things I can't help."
Dongfang Qingzhu bit her lip and shook her head desperately.
The hair behind him also danced.
"Zhu'er doesn't blame the ancestor. Zhu'er doesn't blame, and he won't blame."
For a saint like Dongfang Shuo, separation between life and death is not so unacceptable.
But for Dongfang Qingzhu, this was undoubtedly painful.
She is only eighteen.
And Dongfang Shuo is already a thousand years old.
He didn't respond, never.
He knew that this departure would be forever.
But so what.
He fought for his family and was not afraid of death.
If it's gone, it's gone forever.
"The ancestor is gone, the future of the Dongfang family depends on you,"
After saying this, he took a step forward and turned into a long rainbow.
Just rush to the sky.
Feeling the biting wind all around me, hitting my armor, making a pleasant sound.
Dongfang Shuo couldn't help but sigh, it's been thirty-five years, a full thirty-five years.
Today we should have an understanding.
He looked into the distance and also at the sky.
The understanding he was talking about was with himself and with the heavens.
Dongfang Qingzhu screamed hysterically.
“No.”
She fell to her knees.
Why, why do you want to leave?
Why can't you stay?
Cause and effect, fate, everyone's destiny seems to be predetermined.
And Dongfang Shuo's departure today indicates that there are no saints in the land of Beiman.
It is a place 600 miles north of Zhulu City in Kyushu.
Five old men in bright blood-red clothes were heading towards the Shuiyun Gorge, dragged by the wind.
Passing by mountains, rivers and lakes.
In that lake, on the calm surface of the lake.
Suddenly, several jets of water shot out.
The water column only hits the sky.
It roars like a giant dragon soaring in the sky.
Rushed towards the five people in the air.
The five people are the five elders of the royal temple.
Only one of them saw this.
The large, withered hand reached into the air.
Then he threw a punch.
"shock."
The punch is thrown and shocking.
Several surging water dragons were torn into pieces in this way.
There was a roar in the air.
In the woods under that sky, tens of thousands of birds were frightened and rushed out frantically.
Flapping its wings, it fled for its life.
The five people's expressions tightened, and anger was evident above their brows.
The leading elder of the clan shouted loudly.
"Who dares to stop the Chao clan's vanguard?"
In Kyushu, the He Chao clan is the heaven.
And in their own world, there are actually people who dare to stop them.
A figure slowly walked out of the void.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"The old Heavenly Master Feng has ordered that the five elders must not leave the Zhulu territory today."
The five people naturally saw who was coming.
The elder of the second clan has a bad temper.
I'm so surprised that the other party dares to speak to me like this.
He angrily said: "Zhang He, you are so brave, believe it or not, I will kill you right now."
Zhang He smiled with a hint of bitterness on his lips.
"Don't be angry, Old Master. Zhang He is also following orders and has no choice."
"What a helpless person! Wang Changsheng is becoming more and more unscrupulous. Now he dares to attack the Royal Temple."
"Brother, why waste time talking to him? Just kill him."
Zhang He shrugged.
"I, Tiandaoyuan, have never intended to disrespect the Five Elders of the Temple. I simply advised you to return. Since the overall situation has been decided, why should you, the elder, dwell on it? Whoever becomes emperor does not matter; as long as he is of the Chao family's bloodline, that's all that matters."
A hint of tenderness appeared on the gloomy faces of the three elders.
"Is he the bloodline of the royal family of our Chao clan? I should ask Wang Changsheng about that, right?"
"Don't be so careless, elders. Be careful or your Chao clan's gods will punish you with thunder."
The clan leader waved his sleeves.
There was a cold light in his eyes.
"Zhang He, I remember that you are the Saint of the Nine Provinces and I don't want to kill you. If you know what's good for you, retreat quickly, otherwise you can't blame me."
"I'm sorry, but I can't obey your order. My mission is to stop the five clan elders for one day."
"Haha...Brother, why waste your time talking to him? Just wait and see how I blast him into pieces."
As he spoke, the second elder of the clan suddenly shot out.
The huge fist seemed to be burning with flames.
"The Master does not speak of strange things, powers, or gods, but the power comes."
"You think you can stop us by yourself? You are overestimating your own abilities."
The gilded iron fist was swung out.
Like the scorching sun.
The violent airflow only made it open and close.
Facing the huge fist.
Zhang He looked calm and unhurried.
The five saints of the Jiuzhou royal family, although their realms are only below the second level of sainthood.
But unfortunately, he has the blessing of divine blood.
Even if his realm is several levels lower than that of a saint of the same realm, he can still suppress the opponent with brute force.
Now the five saints of the royal family have appeared together.
How could Zhang He be a reckless man?
I really came here alone.
Of course, there is a backup plan.
And it's already ready.
Among the nine heavenly masters of Tiandao Academy, Zhang Hezi is only ranked fifth in strength.
But what he is best at is formation.
His attainments in formation are second only to Wang Changsheng.
He was seen receiving the seal with one hand.
Several golden talismans shot out from the waist instantly.
He chanted, "Respectfully invite the Dao Sect, the Four Directions Formation."
As his voice fell.
A curtain of light suddenly burst out from his body.
And then above the sky.
A golden beam of light suddenly fell.
At the same time, four spatial fluctuations were heard from the other four directions.
Three figures appeared instantly.
Their cultivation is that of saints.
The three of them also formed seals.
Three beams of light fell from the sky again.
At this time, the second elder's fist also hit Zhang Heshen.
“Boom…”
Accompanied by billowing flames.
A huge shock wave broke through the clouds.
But Zhang He was unharmed.
All the damage was resisted.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his smug look was self-evident.
Then he flipped his hand.
An eight-diagram plate shot into the air.
The elders of the clan saw this and thought it was not good.
"Not good, stop them and don't let them set up a large formation."
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