Seeing the gloomy faces of everyone, Zhuo Fan shrugged slightly, and laughed: "I knew this before, why did it in the first place? As a human being, no one would help foreigners deal with their own clan. If this happens, you should ask yourself, What you do and do on weekdays."
"If you can distribute more cultivation resources to the people of the imperial domain, and those high-level exercises will be circulated in the imperial domain in an appropriate amount, people have the hope of rising, and they have a bottom line of life. Otherwise, the world will even have stomachs. What kind of ethics and morals do those who can’t fill their stomachs want? Today’s results are all caused by you. You can’t blame others!"
"No, if the sacred mountain is to survive, we can't let the masters come from outside, we are not wrong!" Slowly shook his head, He Yunshan looked extremely calm: "Zhuo Fan, I admit that you are a rare talent. But a pity, you People who are not from the sacred mountain, the more talented, the more we must obliterate, otherwise the sacred mountain will be threatened. This principle can never be changed!"
"Your principle is the grave you dug with your own hands. The water is quiet to death, but the water flows. You protect the holy mountain for too long, and your disciples have gained everything when they were born, but also lost everything. Without experience, there is no experience. , There is no development. This is why there are many holy mountains, but there is no emperor realm, not even a quasi emperor. You are just masters of resource piling, and there is nothing in your body except for the majestic vitality. On the contrary, those who had the potential to become the emperor were killed by you because they did not have the techniques and resources. At the same time, what you killed was also the future of mankind as a whole. In that case, who is the sinner of mankind? "
His face was twitching, but He Yunshan sneered: "The holy mountain master cultivates the strongest technique. With a lot of resources, he doesn't need to travel around, and he can learn the ways of heaven with peace of mind. This is the cultivation of the emperor realm. The quickest way for a master. Instead of distributing all resources to the laity, it is better to concentrate on the wise men to avoid wasting. Of course, this talented person must also contribute to the sacred mountain, so that the fertility does not flow out of the field!"
"Haha, excuses!"
He smiled and shook his head, Zhuo Fan sighed and shouted: "Shangguan Feixiong, come to me!"
call out!
After breaking through the air, Shangguan Feixiong appeared in front of him. Zhuo Fan patted him on the shoulder and looked at the rest of the people: "His aptitude is not excellent, but now the emperor ranks are enough to fight against your first-rate holy realm. I want to try. ?"
"How can this be?"
With a jump of his eyelids, He Yunshan disdainfully said: "The level difference between the Holy Realm and the Emperor Realm is absolutely unreasonable. Even the Eight Emperors cannot move a single hair in the Holy Realm!"
"Then try it!"
Gently pushing up Guan Feixiong's arm, he flew out steeply. Knowing what he meant, He Yunshan turned his head and gave a disciple a wink. That person also hurriedly flew out, his body shook, and a giant one hundred feet was already standing on top of the nine heavens.
"This is the worst saint on our holy mountain. I don't make it difficult for you, just let him..."
boom!
However, his words did not finish, but when he heard a loud sound that shook the sky, a beam of crimson light was so steep that it crossed the giant's chest, and immediately rushed through a huge hole.
The holy mountain disciple hadn't realized what was going on. He already vomited blood and fell like a broken kite. The saint body had long been fragmented and could not be maintained.
what happened
The pupils shrank severely, and everyone looked up, only to see a red sword shadow spinning around in the air and returning to Shangguan Feixiong's body.
"The sword seal of the sky is offended!"
Glancing at the crowd, Shangguan Feixiong turned his head freely, returned to Zhuo Fan, bowed his fist, and went down again.
Already completely stunned, those old men couldn't believe it, how could this imperial cultivator seriously injure the holy realm master in an instant
After Long Di was startled, he couldn't help laughing and admiringly said: "Steward Zhuo is indeed full of talented people. When the elder of the Dragon clan returned to report, I said that the masters of Steward Zhuo are very human and their strength is far superior to their peers. , It’s almost the same as my Dragon Clan disciple, and it’s even worse. When I see it now, it’s really extraordinary. I admire and admire it, hahaha..."
"Dragon Emperor is polite!"
Nodding slightly, Zhuo Fan gave a faint smile, then turned to the dumbfounded old man, and said coldly: "This is the worst one under me, but through constant life insights, I have also cultivated my own kendo, Dao and Wu in one. , Very accessible. You group of people of the sacred mountain corpse position vegetarian meal, occupying so many resources, it is a waste of no use. If you are a little self-knowing, it is best to disperse the resources, and return to the hidden mountains in the future. Power has plundered the qualifications that ordinary cultivators should have!"
The beard trembled slightly, He Yunshan raised his eyes and glared at Zhuo Fan, then turned and left: "Zhuo Fan, Dragon Emperor, see you on the battlefield!"
"I really don't see the coffin without tears. I'm already stubborn and still insisting on myself. Hum, that's better, let them see our coalition army, then let him cry and cry, hehe!"
With a cold smile, the Dragon Emperor looked at Zhuo Fan again and said: "Steward Zhuo, this time it is not only my Dragon clan, but also many birds and beasts. Under the call of Lord Saint Beast, we will come here one after another. This time we will bring the Holy Mountain. Pull out by the root, effortlessly!"
Nodding faintly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Humans, these are hypocritical animals. They want to take advantage forever, but they hate evil, so they make up some grand-sounding excuses. Until the hypocritical coat is stripped. In the light of time, I played a rogue again. Ha ha ha... I am really ashamed of being a human being!"
"That's simple, is Mr. Zhuo willing to join my dragon clan? You have been transformed by Lord Long Ancestor, and with the magical arm of Lord Qilin, you can no longer be regarded as a human!"
"But even so, I still want to be a human being!"
"Why?" Unexpectedly, Long Di looked at him strangely: "Didn't you just belittle human beings to nothing!"
"Yes, but... there are some people..."
He bowed his head and looked at the familiar and reliable face in the city below. Zhuo Fan smiled and murmured: "After all, I am not alone anymore, hehehe..."
On the other hand, the sacred mountain all went back to the mountain to prepare for the battle. Along the way, several old men looked gloomy. The old man with long beards looked at He Yunshan and said, "Old fellow, is there really going to be a war? Then Zhuo Fan, did he have any relationship with Mr. Shui Jing..."
"Definitely not, he must have sought help from the Dragon Clan to destroy the Sixth Sacred Mountain. He and Mr. Shui Jing certainly have nothing to do with him. Don't worry!"
"Why are you so sure?"
He took a deep breath, and He Yunshan paused for a while, and sighed: "The legend says that Mr. Shui Jing never sees the head and the end. He is unpredictable and never gangs up with anyone. If Mr. Shui Jing makes a move, one person is enough to wipe out my seven sacred mountains. Need to find the Dragon Clan to insert a leg? But since the Dragon Emperor has appeared next to him with the Dragon Clan army, it proves that the Dragon Clan is his real backer, not Mr. Shui Jing!"
"Oh, it makes sense!"
Nodding clearly, the old man with long beard became dignified unconsciously: "But even if it is not Mr. Shui Jing, the dragon clan is not easy to provoke. Now that the front line of the imperial domain has been lost, we must confront them head-on, I am afraid we will lose. It's terrible!"
"Even if the loss is heavy, we still have to fight!"
With a click, He Yunshan clenched his fist fiercely, and his eyes were extremely firm: "If this is just an ordinary revenge and the face of the holy mountain, we can still reconcile. But haven't you heard Zhuo Fan's true intentions? That kid is thinking. It is necessary to redistribute resources and completely pull out the foundation of our holy mountain in the sanctuary. If we lose this battle, it is equivalent to an eternal hegemony. Once collapsed, the sanctuary is no longer the place where we dominate the world. This is what we absolutely do not. Allowed things, hum!"
Pointing their heads clearly, the rest of the people also showed turbulent fighting spirit.
Want to take food from our mouths, but also smash our jobs? No way, huh...
Since then, the six mountain owners immediately returned to their holy mountains and began to arrange them. Since there is no imperial domain as a buffer, it blocks the dragon army's pace as before, on the contrary, it is now their backup. The front line of the holy mountain suddenly became the main battlefield of this war.
As a result, the battlefield is narrow and the number of people is dense, which is destined to be what a tragic battle this time.
And this is also an unprecedented battle of sanctuary since the ancient war. Both sides of the battlefield, including the imperial cultivators, dragons, sacred mountains, spirit beasts and other major forces, can be described as active creatures, all appeared on this battlefield.
In this way, along with the deafening tremor, some horrible fluctuations were enough to shake the low-powered repairmen and dragon fighters to death and reduce them to the panic of the pond.
The Seven Sacred Mountains united their branches, uniting the guardian formations of the mountains, and deployed them as a line of defense. Zhuo Fan and the Dragon Emperor commanded the dragon army to charge violently.
However, there are also many masters on the Seven Sacred Mountains. The Dragon Race alone is equivalent to the combat power of the Three Sacred Mountains, and it is the opponent's defensive force. The Dragon Race immediately fell into a disadvantage and suffered heavy casualties. But Zhuo Fan didn't mind, just so slowly, confronting each other.
When the spirit beast army arrived and the birds and beasts roared together, it was time for Zhuo Fan to show off his power.
Holding the Jiuyou Secret Record in his hand, he is familiar with the formation of the world. However, after half a month's time, Zhuo Fan destroyed all the six holy mountains.
In an instant, like a dragon entering the sea and a tiger entering the mountains and forests, a group of beasts rushed forward madly, and immediately trampled a group of sacred mountain masters to death. Where the iron hoofs of the high-level spirit beasts and dragon beasts stepped on, the corpses were all over the field, dead and wounded.
The coalition forces of the Six Sacred Mountains immediately threw their helmets and armors, and were defeated.
Zhuo Fan and the others are advancing all the way, crushing the opponent with several times their combat power. The undefeated sacred mountain that has stood in the sanctuary for tens of millions of years, the glorious pride of mankind, seems to be about to fall.
But on this noisy battlefield, nine mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the clouds, and everyone's eyes were exuding a light that pierced the sky, that gurgling, ethereal and emptiness. , Totally different from any sacred cultivator in the entire sacred mountain...