Xiao Wudi raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and his murderous intent was extremely strong.
Although he has not been born during these 100,000 years, he has been waiting for an opportunity.
Su Haoran had tried to win him over back then, but Xiao Wudi thought that the timing was not right and he was too eager, so it would be difficult to settle the score.
However, during the battle in the Central Divine Realm, he also secretly helped, but unfortunately he failed to rescue Su Haoran.
"So, you guys are going to fight to the death?"
Saint Tianwu shouted coldly.
"So what if we fight to the death? We've already declared war, so what if we lose ten years?"
"If anyone dares to act rashly and break the rules, then... we will have a battle today. At worst, all of us will die!" Su Tianyang sneered.
He didn't mind. He had originally planned to follow Brother Haoran to the Central Divine Realm with the intention of dying.
Now that I have broken through to the Saint level, and with the Great Sun Killing Formation, if I fight to the death, I will definitely be able to take one away.
Moreover, Ye Changqing was protected by several quasi-imperial weapons.
You don’t have to worry about your future safety.
"Asshole, if anything happens to my son today, I will make sure that the heads of your Qingyang Sect disciples and elders are hung at the mountain gate!"
The leader of the Yuling Sect had a cold expression on his face and shouted loudly.
“Bang!”
Su Tianyang directly activated his spiritual energy, gathered it into a big hand, and slapped him in the face, sending him flying backwards hundreds of meters in an instant.
"A piece of trash who hasn't even reached the Saint level is worthy of my Qingyang Sect exterminating you?"
Upon seeing this, Tianwu Saint took a deep breath, suppressed his irritable emotions, and sent a message to Great Sun True Monarch: "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to fight them to the death here."
"Even if our group of disciples perished, we still... have planted a hidden thread in the Qingyang Sect."
"From now on, they will all be played in our hands."
A mere Son of God is nothing to him.
There are countless talented people, the worst that can happen is to recruit another one.
In his opinion, Ye Changqing is now the Son of God of Qingyang Sect. He can slowly use him. When he reaches a high position of power, it will be easier and less labor-intensive to take over the three major sects in one fell swoop.
As for fighting desperately?
For him, this was impossible.
It only takes some time to solve the problem now, why risk your life?
I survived many life-threatening situations and finally became a saint.
"What Tianwu said makes sense. If we fight here, we may not be able to gain the upper hand. Liewu and Xiao Wudi, plus Su Tianyang who has made a breakthrough, also have a Saint-level killing formation in his hands." Taiyin Zhenjun also dissuaded.
The ancestors of the Yuling Sect and the Xuanjian Sect are still sleeping and need some time to wake up.
If a full-scale war breaks out now, at least two saints will fall on our side.
By then... even if we take control of the Qingyang Sect, what would be the point?
By then, the Shinto League will take advantage of it.
Or become a vassal and join the other side.
Great Sun True Lord's expression was extremely ugly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and he knew it in his heart.
But I felt extremely depressed.
He sent a message to the Heavenly Martial Saint: "I want to ask Ye Changqing, why doesn't he have any information about the great advancements made by the three true disciples of the Qingyang Sect?"
"Also, why didn't you tell us in advance that the descendants of the Su family possessed the spirit of the cultivation technique?"
"This is my most talented generation of grandparents and grandchildren."
“But he fell here!”
"It's all because his intelligence is flawed!"
"If he is dissatisfied, then just activate the soul seal and control him!"
"It's just a monster. How many people have risen from the Lingyuan Realm since ancient times? And how many have been able to grow smoothly? Don't take yourself too seriously."
Saint Tianwu quickly responded to calm the emotions of True Lord Dayi.
"Please calm down, I will communicate with him now."
After all, it is totally unprofitable to start a war between saints just for the life of a grandson of yours, Great Sun True Lord.
At most, it's just a small defeat.
At this time, voice transmissions continued to emanate from the Ancient Realm of Thunder Punishment and appeared in the minds of the three saints.
“Ancestor, help me, these three spirits of martial arts have all reached the pinnacle of physical strength, and their blood and energy are like dragons.”
"Xu Yun and the other two have broken through to the Half-Step Nirvana Realm. Please, Old Ancestor, help us and rescue us."
But... all of them fell on deaf ears and no response was given.
Saint Tianwu took a deep breath and blocked out the messages from Saint Tianwu and the two true disciples.
Then he activated the secret technique and transmitted the message directly to Ye Changqing.
"Friend Changqing, according to our agreement, shouldn't you show some sincerity?"
"We gave them two hundred Taoist herbs, a holy weapon, and a holy medicine, but why didn't you even tell us about the improvement in the cultivation of the younger generation of the three major Taoist sects?"
“In addition, we also need the information about the divine objects that the seven evildoers of the Su family obtained by entering the Dao Palace.”
However... there was no news about him.
At this time, Ye Changqing's physical strength had been condensed to 28 million jin.
About to break through the power of three dragons.
His cultivation naturally reached the peak of the middle stage of Tianxuan.
Only one step away from entering the late stage of Tianxuan.
In terms of realm, he is no weaker than the younger generation in Qingtian Dao Realm today.
Just as he was about to break through, the Black Fire Tribulation Spirit hurriedly woke him up: "Not good... Young Master, the dormant Heavenly Dao Consciousness seems to be vibrating, leave quickly."
Ye Changqing suddenly woke up and looked at the Qilin Sword and the four quasi-imperial weapons.
"How are the four seniors? To what extent have they recovered?"
The Qilin Sword Spirit responded, "Sir, I have barely recovered to the Saint level."
The other three spirit weapons also stopped absorbing the essence of the Great Dao at this moment, sensing something was wrong.
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