Just as humans cannot be provoked by cattle and sheep, the Yeman cannot be shaken by human language.
But the battle line kept retreating until the saints arrived, and things did not turn around until then.
However, the Ye Man were nourished by the bloody war, and both their numbers and cultivation were increasing steadily.
In Daoan Realm alone, there are four more besides Ahus!
Those four are all priests of the Yeman tribe.
According to rumors, this is not the limit. Behind them, there are even stronger ones, who may be the ones who survived from ancient times!
Over the years, they have been keeping a low profile in Beiyuan and have developed many sharp weapons.
Now these sharp blades are about to pierce the central region.
"Boom..."
Suddenly there was a loud noise and the entire battlefield shook.
Now that the saint has entered the battlefield, the battlefield is collapsing at any moment, and there is a big commotion from time to time.
Qi Sibai's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly sensed someone contacting him.
He took out a communication jade slip, which was originally a special jade slip used between his master and his disciples, but at this moment, he could feel that the person in front of him was not his fellow disciple.
But they are not complete strangers.
"Zhang Zhizhou?"
Qi Sibai counted on his fingers and immediately frowned.
He and Lin Eryou are good friends, so naturally he must know Zhang Zhizhou, the senior brother of Ziyou Mountain.
The madman who was determined to find an extraordinary person of all time.
Although he knew Zhang Zhizhou... they didn't have much contact.
Why would the other party borrow the jade slip from his fellow disciple to send a message at this moment?
Qi Sibai closed his eyes and read the message. He was surprised at first, and then solemn.
He sat down on the spot and began to tell fortunes.
After a long time, Qi Sibai raised his head and saw that a few stars had gone out in the dark night sky.
No one would know except him.
Seventeen thousand years have passed.
The disciples of the Astronomical Observation Department suddenly saw clearly once again the "Destiny" hanging above the eternal sky.
He stared blankly for a while, patted his butt, stood up, and smiled bitterly.
"So that's my destiny? It's so far away and yet so close at hand."
However, a few days later, a terrible prophecy spoken by the only descendant of the current Guantiansi began to spread among the practitioners in Beiyuan.
"The devil has wisdom, and uses people to confuse people. Under the Bodhi tree, he uses Buddha to destroy Buddha."
This prophecy couldn't be more straightforward, directly pointing out that Wujie Pure Land is the traitor!
As soon as these words were spoken, they naturally caused a huge uproar.
There are so many practitioners who have benefited from the Pure Land, so naturally many of them have expressions of disbelief.
But Guantiansi is too special.
Even though they have not made any moves for nearly a thousand years, they have even fallen to the point where they only have one disciple in this generation.
But the mystery and terror of Guantiansi are still deeply rooted in people's hearts.
What's more, there is the Master's support.
However, the Pure Land disciple, or "Demon" who was mixed in with the practitioners in Beiyuan was even more terrifying. However, the next day, he revealed his identity and then committed suicide.
Before committing suicide, he sneered:
"Can you tell I'm a demon? If so, how can you confirm they aren't demons? After all, even the three great Zen masters of Pure Land Buddhism were possessed by demons; not even saints are immune!"
The expressions of all the practitioners present suddenly changed.
If there hadn't been a saint present, their expressions would have been even uglier.
But at this moment, the saint is no longer a symbol of safety, but another kind of hidden fear...
"That's brilliant."
After hearing the news, Shen Xingzhu's young and bright face didn't even move an eyebrow, and her expression was like the eternal bright moon, which was very inconsistent.
——She hasn’t changed back yet, and is still using her sister Shen Meinan’s body.
She raised her head and looked at the city that was submerged in the fierce blizzard. The royal flag of Ye Man was fluttering above it, and her eyes were cold.
"Unfortunately, this time, I won't gamble with others."
"Where you came from, I will bury you there."
Shen Xingzhu drew out his long sword, and the sword tip dragged a long trail in the snow.
(End of this chapter)
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