Chapter 172 The demonic invasion came to an abrupt end! In the air, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in his forties or fifties slowly emerged. Facing the threatening warning from the old demon He Huan, Master Zhi Yang remained calm and gave the reason he had thought of long ago. "Fellow Daoist, don't forget, we have already said that the great cultivators of the Yuanhou Sect are not allowed to attack and kill low-level cultivators at will." "What a joke! In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and rules are meant to be broken." "Fellow Daoist, please be careful with your words. There is order in the Tiannan Continent." Master Zhiyang’s meaning is very clear, there are some things that can be done but cannot be said. Hypocrite of the right path! The old demon He Huan looked down upon him, and said in a deep voice, facing the east where no one was, "What about Fellow Daoist Wei Wuya? What do you think?" As soon as he finished speaking, the green-haired old man Wei Wuya showed up. He glanced at the eight people from the Five Nations Alliance and nodded secretly.
His skills are not weak, and he is an excellent fighter. Therefore, he first dissuaded Master Zhiyang from doing this. "It's just a small matter. We don't need to bother Brother He Huan. This is their internal matter." Then, he turned around and gave earnest advice to the old demon Hehuan. "Friend Yi, you too, it's not right to slaughter low-level cultivators." Hearing his words, the corners of the mouths of the old demon Hehuan and the monk Zhiyang twitched. You've said both good and bad things. So hypocritical. The eight people below were like a few ants, their future being arbitrarily decided by someone's words. but, Linghu felt relieved that he had survived. What cultivators fear most is not being used, but being not even worth being used. Now they seem to have that value. The facts were just as he had imagined, and even beyond that, making him feel like he was falling into an icy cave. The three great monks from Tiannan above him fell into silence. It is impossible to fight. Over the past thousand years, the three have fought countless times. The strongest is Wei Wuya, followed by the old demon Hehuan, and the weakest is Master Zhiyang. After a cup of tea, as always, the words of those with higher cultivation carried the most weight, and Wei Wuya's "pertinent advice" was adopted. Wei Wuya faced the eight people and smiled, like a kind-hearted old man.
"Would you like to hear a suggestion?" The eight people bowed hurriedly and said they were not worthy of the honor. "Please tell me, ancestor. I will do as you say." "It's a small matter. Each country will send one Yuanying and seven Jindan to the border of Mulan Grassland to participate in the war. The rotation will be every twenty years." Mulan Grassland?! The eight people listened to his 'suggestion' and took a deep breath. In the Tiannan Continent, Wei Wuya is the number one cultivator in Tiannan, and the Nine-Nation Alliance is the undisputed number one force. Such a powerful force in the south of the country was also stretched to its limits when faced with the invasion of the Mulan Grassland, and could only barely maintain the situation. And their small alliance of five countries was at a disadvantage when facing the invasion of the demons, let alone facing the Mulan Grassland. In terms of individual combat capabilities, even though they were far away from the border, it was heard that the great wizards of Mulan could cast high-level spells instantly, and their combat power was amazing. This is not about saving them, it is clearly about making them serve as suicide squads. As soon as he crawled out of the clutches of the old demon Hehuan, he had to face a situation of being beaten up by a soft knife. It’s true, it’s not up to us at all. After he finished speaking and making his suggestion, Wei Wuya still spoke confidently, his mouth at 37 degrees speaking words below zero, "Are you willing to help the Nine Nations Alliance and help Tiannan resist the invasion of Mulan Grassland?" After a pause, he smiled and took a step back to advance. "If you don't want to, I won't force you." Fair, just and open. Shit. The eight people were very discerning and immediately agreed and echoed. "I've long heard that the Nine Nations Alliance is fighting for Tiannan, and our Yuanwu Nation is the first to join." "Mulan Grassland is strong, but my Yue Kingdom is not weaker than others." "Me too." Hearing this, Wei Wuya narrowed his eyes and laughed. "It's a deal. I'll be waiting for you all in Yuguo Tiancheng in one year." After he finished speaking, the figures gradually disappeared. Finally, he deliberately glanced at the old demon Hehuan and the Master Zhiyang as a warning. In his opinion, what good is it for Tiannan people to fight each other. It would be a waste if one person died. Let him go to the border war and shine. Then, the figure of Master Zhiyang also disappeared.
For him, this result is neither good nor bad. The good thing is that after this war, the Demonic Path did not expand its territory to gain resources. He was happy to see the failure of the Demonic Path. The bad thing is, he didn't get any benefits either. Overall, it is acceptable, but it is a pity that the benefits cannot be maximized. When the two disappeared, the eight people from the Five Nations Alliance, as well as Wang Tiansheng from the Ghost Spirit Sect, Dongmen Tu from the Demon Flame Sect, and Gu Shuangpu from the Imperial Spirit Sect were left. The old demon Hehuan glanced fiercely at the eight people, snorted coldly and left. The border war is of great significance. Yuanying can barely be considered a figure, A Jindan cultivator cannot be said to be cannon fodder, but it’s almost the same. The five nations, eight individuals, and the sects behind them will all perish sooner or later. Sooner or later. After the old demon Hehuan left, Dongmen Tu of the Yuling Sect and Gu Shuangpu followed silently. He wants to ask the old demon Hehuan to seek justice. Wang Tiansheng thought of something, frowned, and followed. The Demon Flame Sect monk shrugged and left. The last eight people looked at each other, feeling lucky to have survived. "The demonic invasion is over?" "Well, it's over." The Great Elder of Yanyue Sect took a deep breath and wanted to laugh but couldn't. The sky is still dark. Seeing Linghu in deep thought, she subconsciously asked, "Fellow Daoist Linghu, what are you thinking about?" "I was wondering, who killed Yunlu? He was so brave!" "Have you thought about it?" "Have no idea." The elder shook his head, no longer paying attention, and turned to the others and said, "Everyone, although the demon invasion is over, there will still be a border war in a year. Let's encourage each other." "mutual encouragement." . . .
The words are divided into two parts, As soon as he entered the territory of Tianluo Kingdom, Dongmen Tu and Gu Shuangpu surrounded Wang Tiansheng on the left and right. Wang Tiansheng ignored it and bowed to the void. "Wang Tiansheng, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, wants to see Patriarch Hehuan. He has something to report." One breath, two breaths, three breaths. At some point, the old demon Hehuan, wearing a black robe and a mask, turned his back to the three people. Without waiting for Wang Tiansheng to report, Dongmen Tu reported first, his tone mixed with grievance. "During the war, the Ghost Spirit Sect murdered our Yuling Sect's Elder Shi. Now that Elder Shi has died, please let the ancestor take charge." "Is this possible?" "Misunderstand." Wang Tiansheng had a trace of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He argued, “In fact, we were also caught in a plot to sow discord. During this period, a cultivator at the early stage of Jindan sneaked into our Ghost Spirit Sect and killed Elder Zhong. Even the sect protection formation was unable to do anything to him. " "Early stage of Danjie?" "Yes." "Are there any characteristics?" There was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his tone. "His name is Li Nezha, a young man with a rebellious appearance. He is suspected to be practicing physical cultivation. He rides on a wind-fire wheel, wears a mixed sky silk, and has a diamond ring wrapped around his hands." "that's it?" "This person also has a special long sail that can absorb the ghost-faced Yama. It is suspected to be a special ancient treasure for ghost cultivators and spirits." A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old demon Hehuan. It's you, it's you, it's you. Li Nezha! (End of this chapter)