In front of the Taizu Temple, Li Changsheng stumbled out, holding in his hand the Hua clan's only treasure, the Haotian Mirror. He was planning to fight the Snake God to the death with this treasure, but was stunned when he saw the Snake God's defeat.
"That's great! My Hua people has also produced a Jindan Zhenjun..."
Li Changsheng cried with joy.
At the same time, when hundreds of millions of Chinese people saw this scene, they were silent at first, and then became excited.
No matter what happens next, as long as I can crush the arrogance of the snake clan and defeat the snake god once, I will die without regrets.
Over the years, the battle between the Chinese and the Snake Tribe has never stopped. Countless Chinese girls and boys have been abducted by the Snake Tribe and then used as coolies or slaves, suffering all kinds of unbearable torture.
It's really outrageous.
Today I finally got rid of the bad mood I had before.
If any race wants to gain a foothold in the Tianxing Star Region, it must have a Jindan cultivator.
Even a ninth-grade Jindan cultivator would do.
However, in the vast Tianxing Star Region, there are countless races, and there are only a handful of races without Jindan cultivators, and the Hua race is one of them.
Moreover, the battles between Jindan monks are usually limited and will not be fought to the death. Once injured, at best they will need a large amount of elixirs and medicines, and at worst they may need a hundred years of recuperation, which will give others an opportunity to take advantage.
Therefore, as long as there are Jindan monks to suppress it, large-scale wars between races will generally not occur.
At this moment, the cheers of countless Chinese people suddenly stopped because the figure of the snake god appeared again in the sky.
But it is several times smaller than before.
Lin Yi was not surprised that the snake god was not dead. He just discovered that the snake god had shed its skin to escape the attack of fire.
The vitality of this creature is indeed very strong, and it is not so easy for a Jindan strongman to die.
"You're still alive? Then I don't mind letting you die again." Lin Yi was extremely arrogant, and with every step he took, infinite vitality spread around.
"Sir, I, the Snake God, admit defeat. I am willing to sign a treaty of non-aggression with the Chinese."
"Your meat is too old, and it doesn't taste good, but it should be good for making medicinal wine."
"Sir, please don't go too far. If you really want to fight to the death, the four Jindan powerhouses over there can take your life while you are seriously injured, and then the Chinese people will still be in danger." The Snake God warned loudly.
All the Chinese people nodded in silence, thinking that what the Snake God said was indeed right.
With the cultivation level of a Jindan master, if he wanted to hurt both sides, he would most likely seriously injure Lin Yi. At that time, the four Jindan masters from Bingzhou would definitely take the opportunity to attack.
The Chinese are still in danger.
"Your snake meat is not tasty, but I believe your children's meat must be especially delicious." Lin Yi's pace suddenly quickened, his whole body was burning with golden flames, without any hesitation at all.
Li Changsheng and the others on the city wall were all worried about Lin Yi.
One look at the situation and it's clear that they can pretend to reconcile with the Snake Tribe temporarily. The four great Jindan powerhouses of Bingzhou probably won't dare to bully the Chinese Tribe at will. By then, maybe both sides can retreat.
Lin Yi's move forced the snake clan to fight to the death.
"This Master Lin is too reckless. Does he really want Lin Yi to be the one who makes him successful or fails?"
Li Changsheng said nervously.
Qin Fen also had a complicated look.
"Sir, you are too...Okay, my snake tribe promises never to invade the Chinese tribe, you!"
The Snake God was furious when he saw that Lin Yi's speed was increasing instead of decreasing.