Looking at his actions, Zhou Qiankun frowned slightly.
Qingyao pulled his sleeve and explained:
"This is Yaochi's Forbidden God-Sealing Talisman. It can completely cut off the curse of God that kills those who know about it. I'm afraid Senior Han will tell everyone the truth about the God's Cutoff."
Zhou Qiankun suddenly realized that there was such a method.
No wonder some people in Yaochi were able to avoid being killed by God's curse after knowing the truth.
After everyone present was protected by the Forbidden God Talisman, Han Fengyang spoke seriously.
"Everyone, we are summoned this time just to announce the truth about the Year of the Burial Fire, and to plan for the future."
Most of the powerful people present looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
The White Tiger Sage also had the same expression.
They didn't speak and waited quietly for Han Fengyang's words.
"Actually, the Holy Spirit Continent we live in is just the livestock farm of the gods. Every thirty thousand years, the gods will come to the livestock farm to harvest, and the method of harvesting is to use divine fire to burn all living creatures on the continent and sea. Then A period of darkness is a year of burial."
These words made this place completely silent.
Everyone looked dull and unbelievable.
They couldn't believe their ears or the truth they heard.
It turns out that they are just livestock raised by the gods and must be slaughtered every 30,000 years.
Murong Ruoshui's eyes were blank and it was difficult to accept this truth.
She looked at Zhou Qiankun and Qing Yao for help, wanting them to tell her that she had heard wrong just now.
However, Zhou Qiankun shook his head slightly, completely shattering her luck.
Nangong Feiyu looked pale and murmured to himself:
"So, what we call cultivation is actually just the gods who want to wait for us to fatten up before killing us?"
The White Tiger Saint was even more shocked and found it difficult to sit still.
Lu Miaoyan and Xuanyuan Qingshuang were calm. The moment they became the Virgin, they already knew the truth.
Looking at the expressions of the others, the two of them must not be surprised.
Wasn't it true when they knew the truth back then?
Saint White Tiger was the first to calm down. He looked at Han Fengyang and asked in a deep voice:
"Senior Han, you asked me to come, maybe it has something to do with this matter, right? I believe you will never sit still and wait for death."
The White Tiger Sage's words made everyone present calm down again and looked at Han Fengyang with hope.
Han Fengyang nodded, giving everyone great confidence.
He said slowly: "I have been preparing for this day for 50,000 years. Soon, I will take the Holy Spirit and above powerful people on the mainland to the Shenduantianqi to snipe the god and kill him."
Everyone's eyes lit up and there was hope in their hearts.
Han Fengyang looked straight at the White Tiger Saint, waiting for his answer.
The White Tiger Saint took a deep breath and spoke firmly.
"If I can save all the spirits of Dachu, I am willing to take the three great holy spirits of Dachu to join the battle."
Hearing this, Han Fengyang laughed.
This is the answer he wants.
At this moment, Zhou Qiankun spoke.
"We are not 100% sure of winning against the gods, so we have to leave behind us to leave a spark of resistance in the future."
Hearing Zhou Qiankun's words, the hearts of the strong men present sank.
Han Fengyang nodded, took over the words, and said to Yao Chi Yaozun:
"The small world of Yaochi is indispensable to the gods of war this time, so this time, it can no longer protect you. I plan to let the monks below the Holy Spirit of Yaochi go to the Great Chu Tianzhou, and after the arrival of the gods, enter the starry sky to temporarily hide."
Han Fengyang's tone was sad.
"If we fail, you will find a habitable planet in the starry sky to avoid being hunted by the True God. If you are lucky enough to survive, wait for the True God to leave, then return to the Holy Spirit Continent and plan for it slowly."
This sentence silenced everyone.
If they fail, they will just wait for the next thirty thousand years of reincarnation when they come back.
The laws of the starry sky are too strong, and there is no room for them to survive.
Thirty thousand years later, will they still have a chance to kill the gods for the second time?
There was a question mark in everyone's mind.
Han Fengyang continued:
"If we succeed, we will let Tianzhou take everyone away from the Holy Spirit Continent and go to the wider spiritual wasteland to develop in secret and wait until one day to take revenge on the gods."
After Han Fengyang finished speaking, everyone was speechless.
After a long time, Saint White Tiger took the lead in breaking the silence.
"This is the best way now. Regardless of success or failure, the Holy Spirit Continent will suffer serious damage. If you stay in the Holy Spirit Continent, even if the true god falls, how many people can survive in the war between gods? The starry sky is your current best A good refuge.”
Lu Miaoyan took the initiative to stand up and looked at the powerful men in Yaochi.
"Dear Yao Zun, in the name of the Holy Mother, I order you to take all Yaochi's property and personnel to the Tianzhou of Daomen from now on, and you must not disobey orders."
Her tone was authoritative, not consulting, but commanding.
Faced with the righteous orders of the Holy Mother of Yaochi, the strong men of Yaochi sighed and handed over their hands to Han Fengyang and other Holy Spirits.
"We will wait in Tianzhou for the news of the victory of the ancestors and the Holy Spirits."
After saying that, they all retreated, preparing to pack away all the spiritual stones, medicinal materials, etc. in Yaochi.
The starry sky is not suitable for monks to survive. If Han Fengyang and other Holy Spirits fail, these things will be their lifeblood to survive in the starry sky.
Murong Ruoshui glanced at Zhou Qiankun worriedly and sighed:
"If Sister Shui is not strong enough to help you, I can only support you in my heart."
Nangong Feiyu hesitated for a moment, then said to Zhou Qiankun and others with red eyes:
"We must come back alive."
Zhou Qiankun and Qingyao smiled and nodded, not wanting to make the separation between life and death too sad.
Murong Ruoshui sighed, pulled Nangong Feiyu, turned around and left with all his strength.
"Feiyu, let's go."
In just a few minutes, the Yaochi Hall was empty.
Han Fengyang looked at Zhou Qiankun seriously and said in a serious tone:
"Are you ready? I can feel that the true God is getting closer to us."
Zhou Qiankun held the Divine Death Sword in his hand, with no hesitation or fear in his eyes, only determination.
"Already prepared."
Da Chu, Divine Sword Sect.
Jian Wuji looked at Lin Jianmo, Jian Aotian and others with a desolate tone.
"Go, the Tianzhou has broken out of the ground, and the year of burial is coming soon. You are the future of our Divine Sword Sect. If I accidentally die in battle, Aotian, you will lead the Divine Sword Sect and develop well."
Tears welled up in Jian Aotian's eyes. He suppressed his crying and nodded heavily.
"Father, don't worry, even if it is the next reincarnation, the next reincarnation, the Divine Sword Sect will exist and will always be glorious."
Dugu Xiaolang held Jin Yao in his hand with regret on his face.
"Brother Zhou, you gave me Jin Yao back then, but now that the war has begun, I have failed in your kindness and am not qualified to set foot on the battlefield after all."
