Southern Xinjiang, the forbidden land of Meitong tribe.
An elder stood in front of the forbidden cave, quietly waiting for something.
The cave was quiet for a long time before a deep voice came out.
"This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle. A few days ago, the Soldier Saint reappeared in the ancient city of Donghuang, killing many powerful men in the Soul Hunting Hall with a flick of his hand. The Soldier Saint's power shocked the world, and the weight of his disciple Jun Wuxie Naturally, the rising tide lifts all boats.”
"Now, Xilin's army has gathered hundreds of millions of troops and is approaching the Great Zhou Dynasty. The forces behind those hundreds of spirit boats are of no small importance. rashly participating in them may put our Mei Tong tribe in a more dangerous situation..."
"What the guardians are saying is, then do we choose to stay out of the matter?" The elder pondered for a moment after saying this, and then added: "According to the information we have obtained, the emergence of the spirit boat is accompanied by the high-level hunters of the Soul Hunting Hall. From the figure of the soul hunter, we can basically conclude that Yun Chuan comes from the Soul Hunting Hall!"
A voice came from inside the cave: "It is no secret that the Soul Hunting Palace is behind the scenes to promote the war between mortal nations. The most puzzling thing is that the Soul Hunting Palace openly used large spirit boats to help Xilin mobilize troops, but the Tianjing Sect still did not Stand up and say something, even if it’s just a superficial attitude.”
"The water here is very deep, and the forces involved are so strong that we, the dominant forces, cannot compete with them. But this time, it is Da Zhou who is about to be robbed. The royal family of Da Zhou has a close relationship with Jun Wuxie. And King Zong Academy is also within the territory of Great Zhou. If we sit back and watch, we will miss the opportunity to express goodwill to Jun Wuxie..."
"Guardians, what should we do?"
The elder was a little confused and couldn't figure out what the guardians were thinking.
"This matter is indeed difficult. No matter what choice you make, there are two sides, each with advantages and disadvantages. So, you go ask Qingcheng and let her make the decision. After all, she is the contemporary head of our clan. Tell her, no matter We will support whatever decision she makes, but one thing is, if she chooses to interfere, it can only be through words and never with hands!"
"yes!"
The elder turned and left.
The four old men with gray hair and beards in the cave all looked at each other.
"The Soul Hunting Palace suddenly made such a big move this time. Its purpose should not only be to capture the capital of Great Zhou, but also has another purpose. I am afraid it is to use it to deal with Jun Wuxie."
"The Soul Hunting Hall, although we don't know much about them, we know their style of doing things. This time we suffered a big loss at the hands of the Soldier Saint, how can we swallow this sigh of relief?"
"Well, their goal from the beginning was Jun Wuxie, and because of this, they lost a strong person. This time they gathered an army to hunt down Jun Wuxie with the help of Xilin. In this way, the Soldier Saint would only choose to stay out of the matter. There is no reason to take action.”
"If their methods succeed, will the Soldier Saint really watch Jun Wuxie die? She is already invincible, what should she worry about? Is the Soul Hunting Palace really determined that she will not take action?"
"There is definitely no 100% certainty, but judging from the strength and pride of the Soldier Saint, will she take action against the army of a mortal country? Also, who can know what such a strong person is thinking in his heart? If the person she chooses cannot pass the test between a mortal army and a senior soul hunter in the Soul Hunting Hall, maybe the Soldier Saint himself will give up on this successor..."
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In front of the Meitong Clan's single courtyard, several elders came together.
"Master, I have something to ask for."
Their voices are not loud, but they are very penetrating, and they contain spiritual sound transmission.
"What's the matter?"
Deep in the courtyard, in a secret room in a high-rise building, Yan Qingcheng woke up in seclusion, slowly opened her purple eyes, and frowned slightly.
"Master, this is what happened..."
Those elders told the story in detail when the Soldiers Saint appeared and Zhou Dynasty was facing the danger of annihilation.
"Inform our people in Donghuang Ancient City immediately and ask them to go to Jubao Zhai and tell the several Zhai owners not to let Jun Wuxie know about this for the time being!"
Yan Qingcheng stood up with a solemn look on her face. She thought for a moment and then quickly walked out: "I want to go to Da Zhou immediately!"
"Master, do you want me to accompany you?"
"No need, the head of the family will bring two elders of the Holy Sect to go with him!"
Yan Qingcheng said this, and then disappeared in a flash.
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At the same time, Beiyuan Bingyun Tower.
Mu Xuelan hurriedly entered a secret place in the mountain behind the sect.
She put her hand on a mysterious ice door, activated the rune, opened the door and walked in.
Inside is a palace of ice and snow. There are four women with icy temperaments and fair hair, all of whom have an alluring appearance.
"Xuelan, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
After listening to Mu Xuelan's narration, the four women opened their eyes at the same time, their ice-like eyes filled with deep confusion.
"Four guardians, you may be referring to the immediate consequences, but Xuelan is thinking about the future consequences." Mu Xuelan said calmly: "The situation in the world has become very strange now. The Soul Hunting Palace is rampant. Tianjing Sect’s attitude is abnormal, we must make plans for the future.”
"Do you think that helping Da Zhou this time is equivalent to helping Jun Wuxie? Then when Jun Wuxie becomes powerful in the world in the future, can he be my helper in Bingyun Tower?"
"Xue Lan, are you so sure that Jun Wuxie can make it to the end?"
"This boy is extremely talented, and in terms of growth, he can indeed be called a monster-level existence, but he has too many enemies, and there are countless people in the world who want his life!"
"Xuelan, you should know that the current world is different from the past. This era is the most prosperous golden age in this era. The cultivators from outside the territory have begun to appear, and Jun Wuxie will have more and more enemies. Our safest choice is It is not a wise move to wait and see and place treasure on him prematurely, thereby offending a powerful enemy that you don't have to offend."
"The thoughts and concerns of the four guardians are reasonable, but Xuelan believes that it is precisely because this era is different from any previous era that we can no longer act conservatively. Make a decision early and select an extremely outstanding young talent. , and establish a good relationship with them. If you wait until the future to express goodwill, I'm afraid it will be too late."
There was silence in the Ice and Snow Hall.
The four guardians were silent for a moment, and then one of them said: "We can agree with your idea, but only by using the right to speak. We can help Dazhou speak and fight for peace. If it doesn't succeed, we will give up. We must not intervene between the two countries. war!"
"Xuelan knows."
Mu Xuelan nodded and silently exited the Ice and Snow Hall.
"Have you noticed that Xuelan doesn't seem to be right..."
One of the guardians frowned slightly.
"There's something wrong. There seems to be another breath in her body."
"I'm afraid it was caused by the trip to the burial place. I don't know if that aura is good or bad for her."
"It doesn't matter. When she comes back from Dazhou, we will check her physical condition carefully. Even if the aura is harmful to her, with our strength, we can help solve it."
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At the same time, another dominant force in Beiyuan, the Demon Xiang Sect, was also discussing the matter internally.
"Anyway, the only thing we can do is to help Dazhou in other ways and directly participate in the war. I'm afraid it will provoke the strong men from the Soul Hunting Hall, and the consequences will be serious."
"Since everyone agrees that we can't just sit back and watch, we will go to Dazhou immediately. Although we can't take action, our Demonic Sect has a method that I hope will be helpful to them."
"Hey, there is little hope. Today, the Great Zhou Dynasty has lost more than half of its territory and its population has dropped by more than half. Even with the help of our secret method, it is impossible to resist Xilin's army of hundreds of millions. We can only say that we can hold on for a little longer."
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The Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Ji Liufeng was already exhausted, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He hasn't slept for three days.
Thinking about it, Xilin's army is about to launch an attack.
Now, with the help of Jubaozhai, half of the people in the five counties have safely evacuated to the capital and the area behind the capital.
But there are so many people still on the road.
Once Xilin launches an attack, how can Dazhou's tens of millions of soldiers resist Xilin's army of more than 100 million?
He felt deeply powerless, and Dazhou was probably doomed.
"Father."
Ji Beilan walked in and locked the door behind her back.
"Bei Lan, you're here..." Ji Liufeng sat slumped on the chair, his voice slightly hoarse: "Father is useless, I can't leave the country of Great Zhou in your hands..."
"Father, the matter has come to this. We should accept this fact. It is useless to be too entangled." Ji Beilan stepped forward, looked at his haggard look, and said: "The fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty is a foregone conclusion. What we have to do now is to evacuate everyone in time. Common people, let them disperse into the mountains and preserve the blood of the Great Zhou Dynasty to make a comeback in the future!"
"My father is not willing to give in. The country of Great Zhou is shattered and trampled by the barbarians of Xilin. How can my father be willing to give in? If Wuxie is here at this time, maybe he can still find a way. When do you think Wuxie will come back? "
Ji Liufeng, who had reached the point of despair, placed her last glimmer of hope on Jun Wuxie.
He knew that maybe this was to comfort himself, but he just couldn't bear to do it, hoping for a miracle to happen.
"Father, why are you still thinking about your brother-in-law's return?" Ji Beilan said in a deep voice: "Xilin originally only had 20 million troops to attack us, but now hundreds of millions of troops are suddenly mobilized. Why are they so eager?"
"Why?" Ji Liufeng looked at his son in confusion. Suddenly, he felt that the son in front of him was a little strange and different from the son he knew. "Beilan, what do you want to say?"
"There are terrible forces behind them. They are gathering the army this time with the intention of killing two birds with one stone. While quickly capturing our great Zhou Dynasty, they will use the Xilin army to deal with my brother-in-law! You are looking forward to my brother-in-law's return, just to let him die!"
"Yes, is that so?"
Ji Liufeng murmured to himself, he was shocked by Ji Beilan's words.
Thinking back to the last incident in the palace, he vaguely felt that his son was right...
"Father, even if the whole territory of Great Zhou falls, we can still recover it in the future! This time, my brother-in-law will definitely not be able to defeat Great Zhou. Regarding the matter of evacuating the people into the mountains, Father, you must make timely decisions and arrangements. My sons and ministers are still there. For urgent matters, we need to leave Dazhou for a few days!"
"Father, you may feel that my son has changed, but no matter what, please don't tell anyone about it, otherwise I may not be able to survive..."
After speaking, Ji Beilan turned and left.
"Beilan, what are you going to do?"
When Ji Liufeng looked up, Ji Beilan was no longer there.
He stared blankly at the direction in which he disappeared, filled with confusion.
The current situation in Dazhou is so critical. As the prince, how many days will he have to leave?
Is there anything more important than Da Zhou's safety?
"Beilan, is it that my father has spent too little time with you, or that my father has never really understood you..."
Ji Liufeng murmured to himself that Ji Beilan tonight was completely different from the emperor in his heart.
His calmness, decisiveness, and calmness in the face of danger were something that no other prince in the past had.
Ji Liufeng even felt ridiculous.
His prince is now like a fog that he cannot see through, as if he has suddenly changed his soul.
