Moreover, this person has an extremely tough acting style, which has caused the Mo army to suffer a great loss many times. This name was almost a taboo to the Mo people in his time. All the domain masters present had lived in his shadow. under.
Even more so that the Mo clan has trouble sleeping and eating, that is the qualification of this mountain.
According to reports from the Mo disciples, Xiang Shan was extremely talented, and when he was promoted to Kaitian he was directly promoted to the seventh rank! In other words, the eighth-rank cultivation base is not his limit, this person is expected to be in the realm of the nine-rank ancestor.
The eighth-rank Xiangshan is so difficult to deal with. If he is promoted to the ninth-rank, then he still has it
Precisely because of such considerations, in the era three thousand years ago, the Mo people in the Biluo war zone had only one goal, and that was to destroy Xiangshan.
During a certain war, the Mo King struggled with a fierce blow from the Human Race ancestor, severely wounding Xiangshan, and then the domain masters swarmed up, wanting to cut the grass and remove the roots, and the eight human races came to help, a melee.
In that battle, Xiang Shan escaped by a fluke, but his cultivation level fell from the eighth rank to the seventh rank. Since then, he has slowly faded out of the Mo Clan’s sight. Although the lord’s blow failed to kill Xiang Shan, Reluctantly achieved the goal.
In that battle, the Mo clan king was severely injured by his ancestor, and he has cultivated for three hundred years.
In that battle, there were as many as ten domain masters under the ancestors who died in rage!
The battle three thousand years ago is vivid, and most of the domain owners present have experienced it personally. How can they forget it
I thought that Xiang Shan would sink into this situation. Who would have thought that I would hear about him again three thousand years later, and it was the news of a breakthrough in promotion.
If an ordinary human race is promoted to an eighth rank, they may not bother to bother about it. Over the past countless years, the human race has newly promoted to the eighth rank, and there are also eighth ranks that have died in battle. Generally speaking, the number has maintained a balance, one more eighth rank, yes. The overall situation has little impact.
But if this person is Xiang Shan, then they can't help but not take it seriously!
Calculating the time, a full three thousand years of silence, even if Xiang Shan fell through the rank, it is indeed possible to return to practice. Thinking back to the gloomy time three thousand years ago, which Mo tribe domain master would like to try again
So when the lord reported that the 7th-rank human race was promoted to the 8th-rank, most domain owners didn't care much, but after hearing the name Xiang Shan, they couldn't calm down anymore.
"Are you sure it is Xiang Shan?"
The lord replied: "It is basically certain that the lord who reported the news had also felt the horror of Xiang Shan from a distance, and clearly remembered his breath."
Since the informant said so, there should be nothing wrong with it, and the dignified look in each other's eyes can be seen between the eyes of the domain masters.
After a long silence, the domain master said: "What's going on in the human outpost camp?"
"I don't know, just ask." The other domain master replied, saying like this, the spirit rushed to send a message.
After a while, the domain master said: "Just half a day ago, two eighth-rank human races plundered out from the outpost, facing the Bone Song collar!"
"It seems that the news of Xiang Shan's promotion is passed back, and the eighth rank of Human Race is going to guard it."
"In that case, Xiang Shan's promotion should be just an accident, otherwise the Human Race will not have no arrangements."
"It is still difficult to determine whether this is a plot by the human race."
"Whether it is a conspiracy or not, Xiang Shan can't ignore it. If he is promoted to the eighth rank, he will be the most difficult eighth rank, and no one among the domain masters can contend."
"Yes, you must stop Xiang Shan from being promoted anyway!"
"Even if the human race has a conspiracy, and the position is so deep, if there is a change, they will be beyond reach, we may not be unable to plan."
"How to say?"
"Wujiang, Maochi, Zhongren, and Honghu are not here, but two of them are not here, but two of them can be sent to stop the two Eighth-Ranks who left the outpost of the human race, so that they can't support Xiangshan, and then send the other two to go. Xiang Shan was promoted to investigate, if the Human race had no ambush, the two domain masters would take action, and they would be able to capture them.
As soon as this statement came out, the domain masters thought for a while, and immediately the domain master nodded: "That's right!"
Some domain masters also questioned: "That being said, we are not sure where the eighth ranks of the human race are working now. If all of them are lying in ambush on Xiangshan's side, and there are fewer people going there, wouldn't we just throw in the net? Last time? In the First World War, the domain owner suffered heavy casualties, but there can be no more losses."
The domain master proposed earlier said: "So I want to attack the human outpost camp! Don't ask for much results, just find out the reality of the outpost camp. If you can determine the number of eighth ranks of the human race, you can basically do it. After judging the situation on Xiangshan's side, you will know Wujiang and others by then, so that they can do things more conveniently."
"Attack the outpost camp?" Some domain master frowned slightly, "If the war starts, it is not so easy to quell. You have to pay a certain price. If you win, it's fine. If you lose, the Mo clan will completely lose the enemy. We have captured the territory, and we don’t have so many troops to entangle it."
"Compared with Xiang Shan's promotion, no matter how big the price is, it's worth it."
"Since there are different opinions, you might as well vote. Those who agree to attack the human outpost, please get up."
After a while, dozens of domain masters stood up all at once. They were basically the domain masters who have survived from Xiangshan’s time to the present day, and those who are still sitting are basically newly promoted domain masters. It can be seen that the old domain masters are extremely jealous of Xiang Shan, and would rather bear the risk of paying a huge price, but also to kill him. Compared with these domain masters, the newly promoted domain masters in the last three thousand years have less fear of Xiang Shan. Deeper, they are more satisfied with their current state, and don't think it is a good thing to start a large-scale battle with the human race.
However, most domain owners have agreed to go to war, and they can't control the overall situation.
The storm is coming, the war will start!
In recent years, various reinforcements of the Mo people have gathered around this lord floating land, forming a confrontation with the outpost camp. The Mo people dare not act rashly, and the human soldiers of the outpost camp have no intention of marching on a large scale. Today, because of the promotion of one person, this confrontation will be broken.
The Mo clan began to dispatch troops, and the Bingfeng pointed directly at the human outpost.
Although they were extremely concealed, how could these Xu Dongxiang be concealed by the prematurely prepared human race.
Headed by Zhong Liang and Liang Yulong in the temporary military headquarters of the outpost camp, a crowd of eight ranks gathered to wait.
Suddenly a seventh-Rank strode in, clasped his fists in a bow, and said in a deep voice, "There is something in the Mo clan."
Zhong Liang's eyes flashed, "I'm hooked!"
All the eight ranks were all excited, and I was afraid that the Mo Clan remained silent. Once there was any movement, it meant that this plan could be implemented. After all, the decoy they threw out was really very important to the Mo Clan.
However, before the accurate news came, no one dared to be sure what choice the Mo people would make, and was waiting here anxiously.
Liang Yulong looked worried: "I don't know if Brother Xiang will be able to go well."
Zhong Liang said: "Since Brother Xiang agreed to this plan, he must be prepared. There is no need to worry about him. We just need to be ourselves. Send a message to Biluoguan and tell Ding Yao that we can act over there."
"Yes!" someone came out immediately.
In the void, two figures rushed quickly, both of them were 8-Rank Open Heavens, their speed was extremely fast, and their goals were pointed in a certain direction.
While on the move, one of them said through a voice message: "Brother Zhang, do you think the Mo clan will get the bait this time?"
The eighth grade surnamed Zhang smiled: "Looking at whether this journey is blocked, you will know if the Mo clan has taken the bait, but I guess the Mo clan must not be able to help it. After all, this matter involves the senior brother Xiang. If I were the domain master of the Mo clan, I would definitely not allow him to be promoted at ease. Finally, I returned him to the seventh rank, how could he return to the eighth rank, let him piss and piss on his head, and dominate him? ?"
Another 8-rank strange said: "Senior Brother Xiang has such a big deterrent to the Mo Clan?"
Zhang surnamed Eight Pindao: "Brother Sun, you have not been in the battlefield for a long time, and you have never seen the power of Brother Xiang. In the era when he commanded the Western Army, the Mo clan lords were beaten just like their grandsons. Discoloration."
The martial artist surnamed Sun sighed: "It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet Senior Brother Xiang's supernatural power. I hope he can be promoted smoothly this time."
The eighth grade surnamed Zhang said: "Although it will be more difficult to get promoted after a grade drop, but with Senior Brother Xiang’s qualifications, there must be no problem. Let’s just wait for the good news. It just so happened that Biluoguan needed an introduction, and Senior Brother Xiang was also at the juncture of being promoted. After learning about the plan, he took the initiative to ask for it."
After chatting for a while, the two of them stopped talking, and rushed along.
However, two days later, the two galloping suddenly stopped suddenly, and at this moment, among the left and right ink clouds, two huge figures shot out at once, and attacked the two without saying a word.
The two eighth-ranks would never sit back and wait for death, each exhibited their magical powers, fighting against the people who came in the dark, chaos and unknown.
After a while, the four figures separated and stood at the four corners.
Zhang surnamed the eighth product with a cold eye, and hummed: "Fashion Chi, Chu Ning!"
After dealing with each other for so many years, the martial artist surnamed Zhang naturally knew who these two domain masters were.
Wu Zhe and Sun surnamed Wuzhe quietly, and they were determined to each other. These two guys suddenly appeared to block the way. It seemed that the Mo Clan had bitten the hook, otherwise it would not make sense to rush to stop them.
all the best!
It's ridiculous that the two Mo tribe domain masters didn't notice it, and Mao Chi was even more arrogant, with a defiant expression on his face, and shouted coldly: "This way is nowhere!"
Eight-pin surnamed Zhang sneered and said, "Don't be ashamed of talking!"
No nonsense, with a stroke of his hand, the long sword was sacrificed, and the sword light shook out, and then attacked towards Fengchi. On the other side, Wuzhe Sun and Tsukuji also fought in a group, one-on-one fights alone, without being overwhelming. No matter it is Human or Mo, no one can do anything to each other.
However, for the two domain masters of the Mo tribe, it is enough to block the eighth rank of these two human races here, and it is not really what to do with them.
The two of them also learned the seriousness of the matter from the message sent by Mochao. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have been waiting to intercept the eighth rank of the human race.