The monks of Huangjiao Sect have been in an extremely uneasy state, and they can even be said to be in panic. They were prepared for sacrifice, but they were not ready to declare war with Huofeng Sect.

Sacrifice is only their own business, but declaring war with the Huofeng Gate is related to the lives and death of their relatives and friends.

And, no matter how you look at it, it is a declaration of war without a chance of winning.

Although they did not want to admit it, they had to say that this was simply a mantis arm to chariot. The specifications of Huang Jiaomen are not even one-tenth of the Huofengmen. They declare war on the Huofengmen and strike stones with eggs! It will become a huge joke if they spread it out.

I'm afraid that Chen Sha, the only one in the Huang Jiaomen, doesn't care about this. At this time, he looked at the jujube tree in the yard with a sad face. The pot of dates he picked had eaten up. At this time, he could only wait anxiously for the crispy dates of the jujube tree to mature soon.

After hearing the news of the declaration of war, the monks who had been surrounded by Zhang Kuang dispersed in dismay and began to arrange funerals. In fact, there was no funeral to arrange. Once the monks from the Huofeng Sect arrived, they would be burned, and there would probably be nothing left in the entire Huang Jiao Sect.

In this case, the so-called arrangement of funerals is probably to take out all kinds of treasures that you have never eaten before and are reluctant to use.

Jiucai Zhenren was the most anxious to leave because he had a new concubine. His leg was cut off by Fang Dang, and his injuries were not good. In addition, he also took into account his face, so he did not favor that concubine. Now he doesn't care about so much.

How many days can you be happy before you die?

Fang Dang opened up a piece of land under the Huangjiao Palace and released the two venerables of the Houtumen.

"How are you thinking?" Fang Dang did not look at the two priests, but looked at the battlefield not far away.

The soldiers of the three countries, namely the Jun Kingdom, the Chan Kingdom and the Xi Kingdom, arranged their formations and waited for the drums to fight together.

The country of Chan is the most powerful among the three countries of Huangjiaomen. It occupies a large area of ​​land, so the flags are waving and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The country is the weakest, with people, slim ponies and aging weapons. From a distance, they are pitiful one by one, as if this battle can determine their national destiny.

The country of Xi is in a state of equal strength, and the soldiers are not enough to be defeated. The fighting spirit is high, and it looks like a rainbow.

These three countries have experienced thousands of years of fighting in the land of Huangjiaomen, and have never stopped. From this battle, Huangjiaomen has found many cultivators suitable for cultivation, and have also gained a lot of vitality from this battle.

But these three countries do not know that their destiny is actually controlled by others early on. They think that they are fighting against their destiny. As long as they defeat each other in one battle, their children and their families can enjoy peace for the past.

In fact, for thousands of years, no matter who is stronger or who is ups and downs, no one can destroy anyone, because the Huangjiaomen needs three countries to exist.

Destiny has long been destined. They are just chess pieces of Huang Jiaomen's palm. What determines the outcome is not whether they work hard enough, but what kind of pattern the Huang Jiaomen needs.

The greatest sorrow in life is that destiny is not controlled by oneself. Even though he is struggling desperately, he has no choice but to melt into ashes.

The drums of war sounded, the horse's hooves were flying, the iron armor was clanging, and the warriors were like dragons.

In a fight, everyone fights to rewrite their destiny!

But people on the battlefield didn't know that some people watched coldly and regarded them like ants.

Venerable Chen En and Venerable Ye Ji didn’t quite understand the meaning of Fang Dang’s words.

Venerable Ye Ji blinked and said, "Benefactor, what do you mean by what you are thinking about?"

Fang Dang turned his head and smiled slightly, "It's about the last chance!"

When Venerable Ye Zhi heard this, his face turned pale. Venerable Ye Zhi quickly went to see Venerable Chen En with his own light, and saw that Venerable Chen En had the same face and looked extremely bad.

"Now, it's the only chance we can survive this disaster!"

"I'm talking about this. Have you considered it? Have you decided to please Jin Jiangang and Jin Bafang to betray me so that I can get the last chance!"

Fang Dang asked with a gentle smile, but he could not hide the indifference in Fang Dang's eyes.

It is a kind of indifference without human emotions at all. Looking at everything in this world is like looking at stones.

It is precisely because of ruthlessness that there is no expectation, and because there is no expectation, there is no fear of betrayal.

Fang Dang didn't care whether he was betrayed, because Fang Dang did not regard Venerable Chen En and Venerable Ye Ji as his own.

Venerable Ye Ji took a deep breath and sniffed the heart and bowed, "I did have such thoughts, but Chen En has warned me that no matter how we show good deeds, if we dig out our hearts and put them for Huofeng Gate to see, Huofeng Gate will never let us go. I was wrong, so please forgive me. For this reason, I am willing to worship my life, cultivation and other things, and beg for your forgiveness."

Fang Dang's eyes had turned to the battlefield again, where blood flew everywhere, and the heat of life instantly turned into cold mud, and Fang Dang pondered without saying a word.

Venerable Ye Ji glanced at Venerable Chen En, then closed his eyes slightly. When he opened his eyes, all the blood vessels in Venerable Ye Ji exploded, and the flesh and blood turned into mud and flowed down from his bones, moistening the large area of ​​land under his feet.

A golden elixir flew out, hanging quietly in the air, waiting for Fang Dang's mercy.

Fang Dang turned his head, his eyes remained cold, and he looked at Chen En and said, "Huang Jiaomen has declared war with Huofengmen. Next is naturally a war. Countless people will die. I will give you Houtumen a chance to die!"

Venerable Chen En was stunned for a moment, then understood what Fang Dang meant, and hurriedly said, "My Houtu Sect is willing to seize this opportunity!"

Fang Dang didn't say anything, Chen En hurriedly said: "Frost Tu Sect from today, there will be no more Houtu Sect. My monks and I are willing to seize this opportunity to fight the Huofeng Sect to the death!"

Fang Dang nodded slightly, reached out and drew a circle and said, "You will settle this land. I hope you can slowly integrate into the Huangjiao Gate and abandon your fantasies, because you have no way out. Only by fighting to the death can you survive!"

After Fang Dang finished speaking, he released all the monks from the Houtu Sect.

Then Fang Dang turned his head and looked at the golden elixir of Venerable Minye. With a flash of his finger, the golden elixir shattered like rain, turned into a spring tide, and landed on the earth. The earth was nourished by vitality, and countless grass broke out of the ground in an instant.

Fang Dang left, and Venerable Chen En couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the tender buds on the ground, his eyes became wet. Venerable Ye was his thousand-year-old companion. As a result, with such a thought, his body died and his path disappeared. Beside him, Venerable Chen En felt that the relationship between the three Venerables was like a relative. As long as someone was against him, he would fight to the death no matter what. What was the result?

Ye Ji died beside him like that, but he did not move...

Ahhhhh…

Venerable Chen En had an angina pectoris. He felt like a slave tied up in shackles. His heart could not be free, let alone his body?

In the distance, drums sounded like thunder, horse hooves were flying, soldiers were like dragons, and blood was like tide...

When Master Chen En looked at the fighting army of the Three Kingdoms, he suddenly felt that he was one of these troops, and was manipulated by someone to fight against the enemy. He eventually died and became decayed like mud...

So.

Who manipulated him to fight?

What purpose was that man for?
Chapter completed!