As the voice rang out, Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the blood in his body began to boil. Although this voice was not as loud as the voice in the black cloud, in Liu Xun's heart, it was comparable to the peerless divine sound!
"As cultivators, why should we fear a war? We are all from the same lineage and will defend the Southern Region till death!" Throughout the Southern Region, countless cultivators shouted in unison, and their voices transformed into a golden divine light that went straight into the sky.
Whether it was the six major sects or the Demon Sect, they all put aside all their grudges and united against the outside world! They felt the coming of this disaster. Although they had their own grudges before, when China faced danger... they would unite!
Liu Xun sighed, looked in the direction of Zhongzhou Central Region, and said slowly: "See? This is the Southern Region you gave up! Although it has nothing to do with winning or losing, they at least did what a cultivator should do. Maybe your decision is right, you are trying to save more lives, but their actions are also worthy of respect!"
"Perhaps you have never looked down upon the monks of the Southern Region, or perhaps you have always thought that the Southern Region is a tiny place that is dispensable! However... their actions and decisions at this moment are more powerful than anyone else's!"
At this point, Liu Xun took a deep breath and then said: "No matter what grudges we had before, now, everything is gone! Your name is Huaxia, but I also have another name besides Huaxia, called Yanhuang! Whether it is Huaxia or Yanhuang, we are one after all, and we have a common enemy... the Eight Regions Alliance!"
In the Central Region of Zhongzhou, in a magnificent golden palace, dozens of old men sat together. In front of the old men was a picture showing the current situation in the Southern Region.
An old man looked at the screen and said slowly: "They are so stupid. I have communicated with them through my spiritual consciousness, but they know that they have no chance of winning and still refuse to leave."
Shaking his head and sighing, the old man's eyes flashed with tears, and he continued: "But they are admirably stupid..."
The old man knew that even if those monks could leave, the common people could not be moved. The monks in the Southern Region couldn't bear it and decided to live and die together with the land that gave birth to them and the people who raised them.
At this moment, a blurry figure appeared in front of the old men. The figure glanced at the screen, sighed, and then said in a loud voice: "The Wu Clan, the Monster Clan, the Barbarian Clan, the Sea Clan, and the nine major clans have all sent their elites to support Zhongzhou. They have already arranged accommodations and are ready to fight at any time!"
An old man nodded and said, "It seems that their first target is Zhongzhou. Now it is clear. Leave the rest to us. You can go down!"
The black shadow bowed to the old man and disappeared. As the black shadow disappeared, the scene suddenly turned and shifted to Liu Xun's perspective. Although they could not hear what Liu Xun said to the Central Region, they knew what he meant by looking at his lip shape.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in the hall was stunned when he saw Liu Xun. The expression of the middle-aged man did not escape the eyes of these old men. An old man immediately asked: "Tian Lie, do you know this man?"
The middle-aged man straightened his face when he heard this, and immediately said, "I once met this boy in the Wandao Mountains. At that time, I saw that he was very intelligent, so I wanted to take him as my disciple, but he refused..."
The old man's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. He looked at Liu Xun and said, "Is this the time when Rou'er came back and told you to call yourself 'old man'?"
The middle-aged man blushed upon hearing this, and then he coughed lightly and explained: "It's not too much for me to call that boy an old man at my age..."
The old man shook his head and smiled, and continued: "At this time, all the cultivators in the entire southern region have gathered together, but this boy is alone, and the sky is cracked. If it really doesn't work, you can take him back!"
The middle-aged man glanced at Liu Xun and said solemnly, "This boy has made up his mind. Even if I bring him back, it will probably be useless. This matter has become a tribulation for him. He must face this hurdle, otherwise, there will be no progress in his cultivation in this life."
The old man nodded upon hearing this, then sighed and continued to discuss with other old men how to respond to the challenge. The middle-aged man looked at Liu Xun again and sat aside again.
The southern region of Zhongzhou was completely dark, and the stars in the sky were almost invisible. Liu Xun took a deep breath and asked Qilin Ci in his heart: "Where are all the cultivators gathering now?"
"From what I can tell, all the monks are gathering at Tiancan Sect. What? Do you want to go over there?"
Liu Xun smiled, his eyes gleamed, and he said slowly: "I will trust you once more, but you have to be more reliable this time!"
"..." Qilin Ci cursed inwardly when he heard this. When did his words become unreliable? This guy actually belittled him like this. It was really hateful!
At this moment, Liu Xun's figure moved, as fast as lightning, passing through forests and mountains. In just an incense stick of time, he arrived at Tiancan Gate.
At this time, the Tiancan Sect was almost densely packed with cultivators. Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that Qilin Ci was right. All the cultivators had gathered here.
Liu Xun's blood-red rainbow was too conspicuous. As soon as he arrived, he was locked by countless auras. Just as Liu Xun frowned, a voice came: "Brother Liu, how are you these days?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Xun looked towards the source of the voice and was stunned for a moment, because the person who spoke was actually Yan Chong. Yan Chong was still dressed in white, with a green sword on his back, and a golden leaf mark on his forehead shining like a real object.
"Not bad, I won't die for now..." Liu Xun put away his long rainbow, slowly landed on the ground, and said jokingly.
At this time, a middle-aged man appeared beside Ye Qingcheng, bowed to Liu Xun, and said, "Brother Liu is still as elegant as ever. My name is Li Changjiang, and I met Brother Liu once before in Shura Mountain."
Liu Xun raised his eyebrows and looked at the person who was speaking. This person was the Taoist disciple who had the Shura Mountain incident. He had some impression of him, but Liu Xun did not spare him. He smiled and said, "Brother Li, why don't you call it the Yellow River, but the Yangtze River?"
"..." Li Changjiang was speechless after hearing this. After all, he didn't know what the Yellow River or the Yangtze River were. It was just his name that was called Yangtze River.
Seeing Li Changjiang's silence, Liu Xun laughed, walked over and continued, "It was just a joke, don't mind it."
Li Changjiang shook his head and sighed when he heard this, and then said: "Brother Liu came to help us this time, and our hope is a little greater."
Li Changjiang saw Liu Xun's crazy BUFF state with his own eyes, but he didn't know that it was resentment, not Liu Xun, but at that time everyone regarded that power as Liu Xun's own. (At this time, Liu Xun was wearing a mask, so everyone thought he was a demon, not a chaotic body.) (To be continued)