The ancestral court of the Barbarian religion, on the holy mountain.
Different from the previous solemnity, this time it was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and pessimism.
"In just a few days, the three fronts of the battlefield were defeated one after another. More than half of the army was killed, and 40% of the territory was lost. Even... one of the three major tribes, the Mochizuki Division, has been exterminated!"
Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, thinking about the situation: "The combined efforts of the immortal cultivators and the demonic cultivators are indeed no small feat. At this time, their swords are pointing at the barbarian holy mountain!"
This is not good news for him either.
If the barbarian tribe is destroyed, even if he can escape, without the support of a big tribe, will he still be able to survive in the world of cultivation in the future? It’s just like a joke!
People who have subjugated their country will not get a good look no matter where they are.
"If the barbarians are really defeated, they will have no choice but to change their appearance and pretend to be cultivators in the future. Fortunately, after surviving the thunder tribulation, there is indeed no difference."
Under the thunder tribulation, all living beings are equal. After passing through it, their magical powers are very similar.
Even monsters and their ilk can transform into true human form as long as they survive the complete catastrophe!
At this time, he looked around and saw densely packed armies at the foot of the Holy Mountain. The battle pattern array was directly exposed in the air. The entire Holy Mountain had turned into a large military camp.
"The next battle will take place right here."
Fang Yuan took a deep breath.
The ancestral court of the Barbarian Religion is the holy land in the hearts of all barbarians. If this place also falls, the blow to the barbarians will be unparalleled.
"However, when both good and evil join forces, even if they are just second- and third-rate forces, their overall strength is already twice that of the barbarians. What can we do to resist them?"
Fang Yuan couldn't help but look to the top of the holy mountain, where the palaces of several barbarian ancestors were located.
"How? Are you ever scared?"
I don't know how much time had passed before Mo He appeared next to Fang Yuan and asked lightly.
At this time, the aura of aging on the swordsman's body became even stronger, almost like a death aura.
"you… "
Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The Yingchou Gorge was defeated, and we had to take action with all our strength one after another... Ahem... Compared to the fate of our clan, it's nothing!" Mo He said with a bearish attitude on life and death: "But I want to tell you a piece of news. Zu is not very optimistic about this war and has already begun to prepare fire to escape."
"It seems... I'm not here!" Fang Yuan replied thoughtfully.
"Indeed, the true fire of a great clan is far beyond your imagination. A first-class totem and extraordinary understanding... are the most basic requirements, and the resources poured into them are also the last heritage of our barbarian clan..."
Mohe sighed.
Fang Yuan has no doubt that there may be immortal weapons in these fire types!
After all, they are the future hope of the barbarians.
As long as a peerless genius can rise, the race will surely be rebuilt in the future!
This is the way of heaven in this world and universe—the strongest decides everything!
"Wait a minute... It seems like that bamboo must be among them..."
Fang Yuan's heart moved: "Originally, it was just a Dharma image that was suspected of being a candle dragon, but now, it is also coupled with the last secret treasure accumulated by a tribe... Those resources must be the most suitable for life preservation and cultivation, and I also need them very much."
If those barbarian ancestors knew that these resources for fire would bring disaster to them, they don't know what their expressions would be.
However, in front of outsiders, Fang Yuan naturally would not show it, and just said calmly: "My qualifications are not perfect, and I cannot bring hope for the clan's revival. It is normal for the higher-ups to think so."
"Oh? What do you really think?" Mo He's eyes were burning.
"Let's wait a hundred years and come see it again!" Fang Yuan was full of pride.
"Okay! This is my disciple!" Seeing this, Mo He couldn't help but nodded happily: "Don't worry, my master has made arrangements. Although you are not the core seed, you still have other tasks, and you don't have to participate in the final decisive battle on the Holy Mountain. ”
Obviously, this final battle on the Holy Mountain will be extremely cruel, with a very high death rate.
Being able to not participate is a blessing that no one can ask for.
"Oh? What's the matter?"
Fang Yuan was not very excited. There is never a free lunch in the world. If you can avoid this pit, you may not be able to avoid another one.
"The arrangements for the fire to escape were arranged by the Barbarian Ancestor himself, and we are not allowed to interfere..." Mo He said with a serious face: "But in addition to these fires, there are still several suspicious tactics. It just so happens that you have reached the level of Dharma, so you can cover it. One of them!"
"Substitute? The danger is indeed not much better than the Holy Mountain War, or even higher!" Fang Yuan smiled bitterly.
"Staying on the holy mountain means almost no chance of death, but going down the mountain means a narrow escape from death. How do you choose? It's up to you!" Mo He waved his long sleeves.
"In that case, I'll be the substitute!"
Fang Yuan nodded, with a deep look in his eyes.
"The probability of a peerless genius in the Dharma Realm is too small. He should not be able to crash into a car. There is a high possibility that he is that young man 'Bamboo'!"
"In this case, of course I have to sneak in and at least find out some information!"
…
The top of the holy mountain.
The ancestors of the five barbarians gathered together, all with gloomy expressions.
In addition to Man Tong, Man Huang, and Man Jue, there are also the Black Yuan Ancestors and the Rising Sun Ancestors.
At this time, Patriarch Hei Yuan, who was dressed in black robes, said sadly: "The immortal methods of Lihun Sect are really powerful, and they also have the most precious treasures. Ancestor Xiyue actually fell because of this. It's really..."
Several other ancestors also felt sad: "It seems like... outside practitioners really want to completely destroy us!"
The immortals survived the thunder tribulation and lived as long as the heavens. How free and at ease were they
And how noble is your status if you usually sit in charge of a clan or become the supreme elder of a sect
But at this time, even they are about to perish. It is obvious that those practitioners are determined to exterminate the barbarians!
"The Hundred Thousand Mountains are our roots. Damn outsiders, they insist on occupying this place..." Man Jue Ancestor gritted his teeth: "I will preside over the Holy Mountain here and fight to the death!"
"No, no! At this time, we should still prioritize preserving our vitality!" Ancestor Xuri said: "We have each selected two fire types and are ready to send them out. Each of them is paired with a few confusion teams. We should be able to retain some vitality, but one The most important thing for the rise of a tribe is to see the strongest one among them!”
"The words of the rising sun are indeed mature and prudent!"
Ancestor Mantong said calmly: "Don't worry about victory, think about defeat first, so that you can avoid a fatal blow and have the possibility of a comeback... But I, the Barbarian clan, still have the spirit, and I must do something on this holy mountain!"
If these immortals want to escape, few of them can stop them. They can even bring some deified and dharma disciples with them.
But abandoning the Holy Mountain without fighting? The barbarian clan's morale will inevitably drop to an extremely low level, and those who come after them will not be able to clean it up no matter what they do.
Besides, the barbarians think they still have some trump cards, so they may not be able to reach a stalemate with the practitioners.
Therefore, the few barbarian ancestors present, even if they resorted to back-up measures, were actually not very willing to leave, leaving their homes and wandering around the world.
"Okay! Let's have a good killing spree!"
Man Jue laughed.
"In that case, then just follow what you barbarian boy said!"
Hei Yuan and Xuri didn't object. Anyway, they still had confidence in their ability to save their lives. If nothing could be done, they would still have great confidence in breaking out.
"In that case, how about we open that seal?"
Mantong looked around, with a hint of secrecy on his face: "Practitioners from the outside world think that we are a paradise in the world, and they want to hide here to escape the evil calamity. Haha... Little do they know how ridiculous this is!"
"Hiss..."
Several ancestors sucked in the air at the same time, it is naturally a great secret to make the immortal do this: "To actually do this... But if this happens, maybe my barbarian's hundred thousand mountains will completely become the paradise of demons! "
"If the Hundred Thousand Mountains are still the place where our barbarians live, then whoever does this will be a sinner!" Mantong Ancestor took a step forward: "But if the Hundred Thousand Mountains are going to change hands, then why should we think about the people who come after us?" ?”
Seemingly knowing that this matter was of great importance, he did not insist on having his own way: "But... everything still depends on the evolution of the battle situation. If there is a stalemate or a small victory, I will naturally not do this. But if we really wait until the day of annihilation, we still have What scruples?”
"It's feasible, but before that, let's take it out first and threaten the outside practitioners... maybe there will be a turn for the better!" the Barbarian Emperor said with his head.
The real threat is not after it is cast, but when it is held in hand!
These immortal ancestors naturally understand this truth deeply.
…
Time flies, and along with a lot of bad news, seven days pass by in a blink of an eye.
The armies of both the good and the evil fought with overwhelming force, and finally met at the foot of the Holy Mountain. The cultivators were as densely packed as locusts, numbering no less than 200,000.
When the barbarians on the holy mountain saw this scene, their expressions changed greatly and they felt as if they were dead.
"Tsk, tsk... An army of 200,000 cultivators surrounded and killed tens of thousands of barbarian elites guarding the mountain... There must be rivers of blood on the holy mountain!"
In the far distance, Fang Yuan couldn't see the Holy Mountain at all, but he could feel the terrifying aura and couldn't help but sigh.
"maybe… "
Jin Yuan's voice came out from the white jade ring: "Mortals can cut off water and food by using soldiers, but cultivators have no such worries... Unlike the previous camp, the Holy Mountain is the base where the barbarians have been operating for thousands of years. The defensive formation It is as solid as gold and has no flaws. It is very troublesome for cultivators to kill them... What's more... do you think that the barbarians who have occupied the Hundred Thousand Mountains for many years will expose the five or six immortals?"
"Yes, there must be some trump cards, but I don't know if they can shock the cultivators outside!"
Fang Yuan smiled: "Standing on the Holy Mountain is like catching a turtle in a urn, but only looking for a chance of survival. And if we run away, we will have a narrow escape! However, I still like to be more proactive, at least control my own life and death!"