Just when the Vulcan Clan leader breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the Fairy Dance Queen change the subject.
"However, Fellow Daoist Ji, I have an unwelcome request. Could you please grant it to me?"
The Fire God frowned and thought for a moment before nodding, "Fellow Daoist Xianwu, please speak."
"Can you send that little fellow to be my disciple?"
"Ah?" The Vulcan tribe leader was stunned.
He was ready to pay the price, but he didn't expect it to be this request!
"Fellow Daoist Xianwu, are you serious? That guy is a...man..."
"Who says men can't dance?"
The Vulcan tribe leader was speechless after hearing this. Yes, who said that men can’t learn to dance?
No!
At this time, the Fairy Dance Empress spoke seriously: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ji, I'm not seeking revenge. It's only because he has the Spirit Dance Body that I wanted to take him in as my disciple."
"Really?" Patriarch Ji asked in surprise.
"Of course it's true."
The patriarch of the Fire God Clan frowned. It was not that he did not believe in the Fairy Dance Queen, but he was hesitant because he trusted her too much.
After all, anyone who sees a man from his own clan dancing there would probably slap him to death.
They really can't afford to lose this person.
The Fairy Dance Queen also saw the concerns of Patriarch Ji and took the initiative to explain:
"Friend Ji, have you ever heard of the sword dance?"
"Sword dance?" Clan leader Ji was confused, obviously he had never heard of it.
After the Fairy Dance Queen's explanation and assurance, Clan Leader Ji finally put his concerns to rest.
As long as it doesn't bring shame to his Vulcan clan, it doesn't matter what he learns.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Xianwu. If we are all still alive after the war, you can accept me as your disciple with this token."
"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Ji, for your help."
Ji Xingxing, who was still fighting on the battlefield below, didn't know that his future master was looking at him with a smile on his face.
On the other side, Xianyuan and Nanhua were lost in thought as they looked at the battlefield below.
The dance performed by the Fairy Dance Queen just now gave them a significant boost.
This kind of group-assisted emperor-level powerhouse was the first time they had seen it, and they had never even heard of it.
This means that the Fairy Dance Empress was hidden away by the Peerless Fairy Emperor just after she became an emperor.
However, the area controlled by the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty is too large, so it is normal that there are many things they don’t know.
Three days later, the disciples of Nanyuan Shenzong became frightened and began to retreat.
The next moment, a palm suddenly fell from the sky and instantly killed all the monks who were leading the retreat.
"Anyone who retreats will be killed without mercy."
All the disciples looked up at the sky and found that Nanhua was looking at them with indifference. The look in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant, made their hearts tremble, and they had to stop forcibly.
There were crazy enemies in front of them, and a leader who treated them like ants behind them. The intense fear made their eyes turn blood red and their faces became hideous.
"kill!"
I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well kill a few more enemies.
As for surrender, they had never thought about it at all. With the blood debts they had committed before, even surrendering would only lead to death.
The two sides fought again, attacking without caring about their lives.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, wailing was heard everywhere, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.
Some bodies had even been trampled to pieces by the monks in the melee, with flesh and blood mixed with mud stuck to the soles of everyone's shoes.
Occasionally, a few drops of bloody soil would bounce up.
The completely crazy monks of Nanyuan Divine Sect once again defeated them.
There was no other way. Their numbers and cultivation were generally inferior to those of the Nanyuan Divine Sect's cultivators, so they could only fight to the death.
The corpses piled higher and higher, finally forming a human wall.
This tragic scene moved all the emperors above, but unfortunately they could not help or intervene.
Their battle has not yet come.
The battle lasted for three years. During these three years, they kept fighting and their clothes had long been stained dark red with blood.
Every time they swung a punch or thrust a sword, countless drops of blood would be splashed out, and then when they killed new enemies, new blood would splash on them.
The instant warmth seemed to restore a lot of their strength, and they killed the enemy more vigorously and swung their swords faster.
Three years, three whole years, they fought for three whole years.
Countless emperors in the sky watched helplessly as the wall of corpses piled higher and higher, and the sea of blood dyed red, causing endless anger and hatred to rise in their hearts.
Finally, as Ji Xingxing chopped off the enemy's last head with a sword, the battle finally ended.
They won, but fewer than a thousand men survived.
They did it, defending the ground passage with a number ten times less than that of the enemy.
Since then, there has been no cultivator below the Emperor Realm in the Nanyuan Divine Sect.
"We won!" Ji Xingxing raised the magic sword in his hand with difficulty, declaring their victory.
"Win."
“We won!”
“We won!”
The more than 900 survivors raised their arms, supported each other to stand up, and used their last bit of strength to shout in their already hoarse voices.
The Peerless Immortal Emperor and the Dragon Emperor took the lead, and all the emperors stood opposite them, looking at them with distressed eyes.
“Kids, you did it!”
"Next, you have an even more important task. Survive as the spark of the immortal world!"
"You must live well!"
"Then leave it to us."
The Dragon Emperor looked at the surviving demon cultivators with gentle eyes. At this moment, the Dragon Emperor was no longer arrogant, because they were worthy of respect.
"Boys, you guys...are very good!"
"If you have the chance in the future, remember to come and light a stick of incense for me!"
"Walk!"
The Dragon Emperor waved his hand, and everyone was moved to Sanyuanli.
Nanhua and others did not stop them, because to them, these people would just die later, which didn't make much difference.
The 945 people who were forced to stay here were carefully cared for by the Immortal Venerable who treated all their injuries.
They all saw the cruelty of that battle, they all saw it in the village.
Not only that, they also let all the living beings trapped in the space watch this tragic scene.
All the immortals and intelligent creatures hated that their cultivation was not high enough and they could not go out and kill the enemy together.
But all the immortals understand that they have a more important task. In the future, they will not only have to shoulder the responsibility of preserving the fire of life and rebuilding the immortal world.
We must also teach and answer questions so that the practice of cultivation will not be interrupted.
This decision to entrust an orphan to someone else has already shown the danger of this catastrophe.
Perhaps there will no longer be an emperor in the fairy world, or perhaps the fairy world will be destroyed.
They all hated that their cultivation was not high enough. If they all reached the Emperor Realm, they would also be qualified to participate in the war.
Unfortunately, they have no control over this.
And today, the last batch of immortals were finally all transformed into emperors.
The Nanyuan Divine Sect, with a total of 150,000 great emperors and 1,000 immortal emperors, came to conquer the last pure land in the immortal world, the Far North.
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