All the neutral saints silently praised Hong Yuan in their hearts, and couldn't help but look at Hong Yuan more highly.
After experiencing a war between the two clans, what they fear most now is a tyrant like the Eastern Saint.
Their lives are also lives!!
"It's almost the second day, why hasn't Old Hao shown up yet? Could it be that something serious has happened to him?" General Xuanhun whispered in a secret voice, and quietly asked Ziji Xiangu and General Jincun.
General Jin Cun's expression changed drastically: "No, our fortunes have changed. Our big move will most likely fail!"
Fairy Zi Ji frowned, and her ten fingers under her wide sleeves danced like butterflies through flowers.
After the calculation was over, she suddenly raised her head and said: "I'm afraid that Mr. Hao has changed his mind. If we don't take action, Hongyuan will definitely be like a flat river and a hidden dragon ascending to the sky!"
Soul Dao, Luck Dao and Wisdom Dao are all extremely mysterious schools, and there have been supreme beings at the level of emperors, which are quite terrifying.
At this moment, the three Bibles of Tianji Pavilion made some deductions and immediately understood that this might be their last chance to encroach on Hongyuan!
Just as they were using their magical powers to deduce, Hong Yuan was also quietly using his magical powers.
But Hong Yuan did not want to fight back. On the contrary, he wanted to deliberately shrink his own fortune.
Otherwise, the backlash alone would be enough to kill the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion, and even drag Fengxi Cave Heaven down, causing accidents.
What is my identity, Hong Yuan?
What is your identity?
Are you qualified to speculate on me, Hong Yuan?
…
…
The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.
And the situation is set. No matter what they do, they can't change the outcome of being hated by Hong Yuan.
The winner is king, the loser is in the dust.
this moment.
The three saints of Tianji Pavilion looked at each other, no longer hesitated, and decided to attack!
"Fengxi Sect is not a Fengxi Sect that belongs to one person, but a Fengxi Sect that we all build together."
"The current situation is chaotic, and the orthodox traditions that have been passed down for thousands of years have perished under the persecution of the demon clan. If you want to survive this catastrophe, you must have a strong leader!"
"..."
"Ayuan, you are still young, and your brilliance lies in the future. Now, let us shoulder the great responsibility."
"For the sake of Fengxi Sect, we kindly ask you to hand over Fengxi Baoshu and Fengxi Divine Sword. Please."
"..."
Zi Ji Xiangu's voice is clear and crisp, as cold and refreshing as the clear spring hitting the fallen rocks in the mountains.
But all the saints were shocked by the courage of the three saints of Tianji Pavilion.
Just looking for one or two superficial excuses, they directly attempted to seize the Fengxi Treasure Art and the Fengxi Divine Sword. What on earth did they have?!
quiet.
Quiet.
But in the extremely quiet atmosphere, the palaces began to quietly gather and differentiate.
It is very obvious to form three small circles!
Tianji Pavilion is the leading party, Hong Yuan is the leading party, and even the neutral party.
It has almost formed a pattern of eighth-level invisibility, seventh-level struggle for power, and sixth-level observation.
Bai Xiangxuan raised his sword eyebrows, pointed directly at the noses of the three saints of Tianji Pavilion and yelled.
"Ziji, Xuanhun and Jincun, do you know what you are talking about?"
"The inheritance of the Great Sage Fengxi has been of its own since ancient times and does not conform to the general trend."
"A Yuan's inheritance of the Fengxi Treasure Art and the Fengxi Divine Sword were designated by Mr. Fu. You are using your power to seek personal gain..."
Before Bai Xiangxuan could finish speaking, Fairy Ziji immediately shouted coldly and forcibly interrupted.
She angrily said:
"Using power for personal gain?"
"Who hasn't shed sweat and blood for the sect?"
"Protecting Fengxi Sect is not only the responsibility of the great sages of Fengxi from generation to generation, but also the responsibility of saints like them!!"
"Besides, when A Yuan grows to the realm of the Great Sage, I don't know when it will be, whether our Fengxi Sect will still exist."
"We just want to do our best for the sect and protect the sect..."
Zi Ji Xiangu's words sounded a bit reasonable, but General Bai Xiangxuan did not accept this trick.
They've all been together for thousands of years, and no one knows what anyone is thinking.
Anyone who can become a saint must be extremely talented.
Without absolute talent, even the truth is ridiculous!
The words became more and more intense, full of gunpowder, as if just a small spark would cause a shocking explosion.
"Zi Ji Fairy Girl, Xuanhun War General, Jin Cun War General, Mountain Moving Martial Saint..."
Elsewhere, Hong Yuan gently stroked the Phoenix Divine Qin.
Hong Yuan stood there and stared silently.
With a faint look in his eyes, he began to distinguish those who were his core supporters, those who needed to be suppressed, and those who needed to be won over.
Killing is not an end, but a means.
Suppression is also not an end, but a means.
From now on, his goal has always been to become the co-lord of Fengxi and the leader of the human race.
To become a leader, followers are absolutely essential.
After all, the rules of the righteous path are different from the fighting and killing of the devil~
…
Many people think that a problem or a concept will become clearer as it becomes more discerned.
But obviously, this statement is extremely one-sided.
boom--
The mysterious soul warrior stood up, and a monstrous aura erupted from his body, causing the heaven and earth to become dark and unstable, and strong winds rose up, roaring into the sky.
"If you don't want to live, come here." The mysterious soul warrior's eyes were cold, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner floated faintly in the sky.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner initially erupted, and the souls rolled up and turned into a vast ocean, spreading flat across the sky, bringing with it a touch of rich gray.
"My sword is not bad at all!" General Bai Xiangxuan reprimanded angrily, with his hair standing on end and a majestic aura.
Ever since he was promoted to the seventh level, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant to him.
General Bai Xiangxuan stood in the void holding a three-foot cold sword. The platinum gourd above his head was rising and falling, and it also spit out a large frost-white river.
Bang, bang, bang.
The powerful momentums collided with each other, and the gray soul river and the frost-white river were constantly worn away.
Talking to each other is useless, and the momentum suppresses each other.
A terrifying battle is about to break out inside Fengxi Cave.
"Xuanhun, stop!"
"Xiang Bai, calm down!"
From the neutral camp, two seventh-level saints flew out quickly.
They want to prevent General Bai Xiangxuan from actually fighting with General Xuanhun.
To be continued...