Cangxuan Realm, Eastern Central Plains.
Many saints and powerful kings came out one after another, and they all laughed awkwardly. Logically speaking, Saint Qingshui was in the same group with them, and was a high-level cultivator in this world, so they could be considered acquaintances.
And precisely because of this, their actions can be described as extremely unkind. It would have been fine if they didn't tell the Son of Fortune that he was coming here, but they hid themselves one by one, ready to forcibly help the Son of Fortune resist when the Saint of Qingshui took action, to provide timely assistance and make the Son of Fortune owe them a favor.
This is really unpopular.
If Saint Qingshui had not admitted defeat in time and even gave his own sect to the other party, perhaps the many saints present would have taken action immediately and completely destroyed the huge holy place of cultivation, and even strangled a saint like him on the spot.
It's totally shameless!!
Therefore.
Many saints emerged at this moment, each of them was ten thousand feet tall, like a god in the sky, stepping on endless laws. Although their expressions were cold, there was a hint of embarrassment.
"Don't blame us sisters for being ruthless. During the last heyday of the human race, who accepted the benefits and refused to give them to us sisters? And when the human race was brutally attacked by the myriad races in the starry sky and finally declined completely, who was it that persuaded us sisters to kill the son of destiny of the previous generation of human race during the decline of the human race?"
"If we hadn't attacked the son of destiny of the previous generation, perhaps we would still be living a life of luxury in the sect now, instead of traveling the world to escape disaster."
Two young women appeared in the void, one with a cold and elegant aura, and the other with a charming aura. At this moment, they were extremely unhappy and kept spitting at Saint Qingshui.
"this......"
Seeing that many saints present were eating melons again, Saint Qingshui finally lost face and finally smiled awkwardly, being able to step into the realm of saints.
Who is not a genius?
Who isn't a fox?
Who doesn’t cause a lot of trouble?
Perhaps among the many saints present, many had once rebelled against the human race, but were now merely reattaching to the human race. In the end, no one could say anything against anyone else.
Therefore.
She forced herself to swallow this loss, looked at the saints with a depressed look, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Since you haven't killed me now, and the holy land of cultivation hasn't been completely destroyed, then what should you do? Will you be like you were hundreds of thousands of years ago, watching the mountains and seas with a smile, ignoring the rise and fall of the human race, still hiding in the major origin worlds and living a life of luxury, only wanting to be immortal? Or will you follow the footsteps of the current son of destiny and rush into the universe to subjugate the myriad races of the stars?"
After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her mouth and carefully observed the expressions of the many saints. As expected, several saints hesitated and then stepped aside. It was obvious that they were unwilling to step into the starry sky. They had worked so hard to cultivate to the realm of saints and had already become immortal.
Being in the original world, you can live a life of luxury.
Why bother going to the starry sky to fight?
That's a real battlefield.
If you are not careful, you will die.
Helping the Son of Fortune now is just to make him owe them a favor. If the human race wins, it will not be their turn when the human race settles accounts with the traitors in the future. Why would they risk their lives for the Son of Fortune of the human race?
"Humph, they are indeed a bunch of fence-sitters."
Saint Qingshui curled his lips, looked at Jiang Li solemnly, and said seriously: "I am now handing over this huge holy land of cultivation and its headmaster to you, my friend, you should understand this."
"I know." Although Jiang Li didn't know what the Son of Luck was, now that the other party had given him a huge sect and millions of disciples as compensation, he must be preparing to bind such a force with him so that they would prosper together in the future.
In the final analysis, he did not lose out. If he steps into the starry sky in the future, he can use this huge holy land of cultivation to attack all the races in the starry sky. At that time, the combat power of the human race will definitely be greatly enhanced.
As for whether the millions of disciples in the holy land of cultivation will all die in the end?
Although it's definitely possible.
But there are too many uncertain things in this world.
The Light Water Saint might be ready to take a gamble.
He wouldn't care about it.
"Very good. Qingyun Sect will step into the starry sky with you from now on."
"Conquer the myriad races of the starry sky and spread the glory of the human race!!"
Although Saint Qingshui was an old woman, she was obviously very fierce when she was young. An axe suddenly appeared in her hand, and her whole body was bathed in the aura of murderousness. While many saints were stunned, she slowly approached Mu Qingxue and Jiang Li.
After these words were spoken, the elders and disciples who were originally unhappy about the ancestor selling them to Jiang Li and Mu Qingxue were stunned. Fighting for the human race?
If that is true, it would be an honor.
They won't be too resistant to this.
Immediately.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect cheered. Until this moment, they finally understood the good intentions of their ancestor. It was true that Qingmu Niang had committed a great sin, but she could be spared the death penalty but could not escape the punishment of living. She really needed to serve Jiang Li and Mu Qingxue for 100,000 years.
As the younger generation of the human race, they naturally have the obligation to go to the starry sky battlefield and fight with all the races in the starry sky. Although on the surface they are servants sold to Jiang Li, they are real soldiers in the starry sky battlefield. They can also win glory. As for the 100,000-year deadline?
The war between humans and the myriad races of the starry sky lasted more than a hundred years.
If it is a fight between ethnic groups.
Then this campaign must have lasted at least 100,000 years.
The ancestor is indeed a shrewd and cunning man.
When this thought came to mind, many elders and disciples were amazed.
Why didn’t they think of this?
As for the many saints and kings, they frowned when they heard this. They were just helping a group of human beings' sons of destiny for their own lives, but Saint Qingshui was too fierce. He made a bet directly and merged his disciples, the sect and Jiang Li into one.
"As expected of a saint, he's shrewd and calculating. Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, what strategies does he not have? Now he's turned the tables on us. This man has completely turned into a fox."
A powerful king was amazed.
The same is true for the rest of the people.
As for Mu Qingxue?
At this moment, she was completely stunned. She looked at the many saints floating in the sky, then at her ancestor, and finally at little Jiang Li. She tilted her head and fell into a period of thought. It was not that she was not smart, but the situation in front of her was too complicated.
If this world is described as a chessboard, then the saints are the real chess players, who are constantly placing their bets.
But they still had reservations, except for Saint Qingshui, who risked everything and went all in.
They immediately entrusted their sects and bloodline descendants to Jiang Li.
You can say that.
If the human race is completely defeated in the future, it will never recover.
Then such a saint would surely die without a burial place, and the sect's bloodline would disappear from the world. And if she won the bet, then Saint Qingshui would surely be remembered deeply among the saints of the human race. How could the descendants of the angel investor of the son of destiny forget it?
"Did I miss something?" Mu Qingxue pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Jiang Li and asked with a complicated expression, "I know the title of the Son of Humanity's Fortune, but why has little Jiang Li suddenly become so popular? With just one sentence, a saint directly surrendered to him?"
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