Reject Man City, Reject Man Palace.
Lu Qingshan sat on the main seat, and more than forty Nascent Soul cultivators sat on both sides with different expressions.
After this battle, the human race lost more than ten Nascent Soul monks, and the barbarians suffered even greater losses, losing more than twenty Nascent Soul monks.
"The barbarians have sent people to sue for peace and negotiate with us."
Lu Qingshan said with a smile.
"They are finally willing to sue for peace, which is great."
"Senior Mo Shenwei, otherwise the barbarians would not be so easily submissive."
"That is, Senior Mo's magical powers are so vast that they are not comparable to ordinary people."
All the monks looked happy and praised the god-transforming monks of Wanjian Sect.
"After this battle, our losses are not small. Of course, we must have made the barbarians bleed, ceded a large area of territory, and distributed the territory according to merit."
Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice.
You can find out how many high-level monks each sect has killed by checking the good deeds exchanged by the monks of each sect. The more high-level monks you kill, the greater the merit and the greater the territory you gain.
Only in this way, if the Wanjian Sect issues a call, will all the major forces respond. They are just trying to spread the pie, and other forces will not contribute even if they come.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, our Xuanyang Sect killed two Nascent Soul monks in battle. There is no credit but hard work, right?"
True Lord Xuanyang frowned and said.
Xuanyang Sect lost two Yuanying monks, suffering heavy losses and severely damaged their vitality.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Han, we will receive a pension, two baby-making spiritual items, and a sum of resources for cultivating immortals."
Lu Qingshan said, he remembered something, and then said: "We will provide pensions for the high-level monks who died in the battle, and we will also reward those who have made great achievements. As for those who shrink from the battle, we will also severely punish them."
The barbarian monks are powerful. In this battle, many high-level monks on the human side were timid, but fortunately there were no serious consequences.
After hearing this, the faces of the Yuanying monks present softened.
After chatting for more than two hours, Lu Qingshan announced the adjournment of the meeting and asked them to go back and rest.
Lu Qingshan came to a vast manor with pavilions, pavilions, and waterside corridors.
A tall, thin old man in blue clothes sat next to a blue stone table. There was no mana fluctuation on his body. Qi Kexin stood aside with a respectful expression.
Lu Qingshan walked in front of the old man in green shirt, bowed and said: "Uncle Mo, we have already taken care of the matter. We are just waiting for the barbarians to send people to negotiate with us."
"I'll leave this to you, thank you for your hard work."
The old man in green shirt ordered.
Mo Wuya, in the early stage of becoming a god.
"Compared with Uncle Mo, how hard are we? Uncle Mo, do the barbarians really not have any spiritual treasures that reach the sky?"
Lu Qingshan asked cautiously.
"The barbarians must have had the Heaven-Bearing Spiritual Treasure before, but it's hard to say now. It must have been brought to the spirit world by the previous Great Elder. After all, accidents may occur during the ascension, so it would be better to have the Heaven-Blasting Spiritual Treasure by your side."
Mo Wuya said.
"Uncle Mo, you failed to severely injure the Great Elder of the Golden Crow Tribe?"
Lu Qingshan asked curiously.
"His physical body is very powerful. I'm not completely sure. That news is probably false. It doesn't matter. This time, just treat it as bloodletting for the barbarians."
Mo Wuya said nonchalantly.
After experiencing backstabbing by the barbarians, the human race would attack the barbarians every once in a while to weaken their strength.
Lu Qingshan nodded: "Yes, Uncle Mo Mingjian."
"Okay, I'll leave this to you, I have other things to do."
After Mo Wuya said this, he turned into a ray of light and left.
Lu Qingshan and Qi Kexin looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Early the next morning, Du Yinyin, Bingcan Zhenren, Shen Long and Xu Yang walked out of the Yuling Garden. They planned to rush to the world of immortality in southern Xinjiang.
"Hey, Mrs. Han!"
Shen Long let out a light sigh.
Han Yuwei and Lin Yutong stood at the entrance of Yuling Garden. They walked up quickly, bowed and said in unison: "Junior Han Yuwei (Lin Yutong) pays homage to Senior Du."
"What's the matter with you?"
Du Yinyin asked.
"Thanks to the help of fellow Daoist Lin, my little girl was able to turn the corner. I also know some friends in the immortal world in southern Xinjiang. Maybe they can help me. Can I bring us along with me?"
Han Yuwei said politely.
"We will not disturb seniors, and everything will be done according to seniors' orders."
Lin Yutong added.
Du Yinyin was slightly stunned and looked at Master Bingcan. Master Bingcan said: "Yuwei, you don't have to follow me. With Senior Aunt Du, Shen Long and Junior Brother Xu here, there will be no problem."
"You saved Yutong, I owe you what I owe you, and I'm just paying it back to you now."
Han Yuwei's tone was calm.
"What if I don't agree?"
Du Yinyin said.
"Then I will go to the southern Xinjiang Immortal Realm on my own and do my part. I just want to be clear in my heart."
Han Yuwei said seriously.
"You have a clear conscience, okay! I'll take you with me, but the ugly words are ahead. You must obey my command on the way."
Du Yinyin said.
"Yes, Senior Du."
Han Yuwei and Lin Yutong agreed wholeheartedly.
Du Yinyin nodded and strode forward, followed by Shen Long and Xu Yang.
"Yuwei! You don't need to follow us."
Master Bingcan sighed.
"Stop talking nonsense, break the curse first, and then we can go our separate ways."
Han Yuwei frowned and said.
Master Bingcan nodded and quickly followed.
After leaving Juman City, Du Yinyin took out a flying boat with flashing red light and stepped on it. The four Bingcanren masters quickly followed.
With a pinch of Du Yinyin's spell, the red flying boat flew high into the sky and soon disappeared.
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Sirius City, a vast manor.
Wu Xian and Wu Yan were sitting in a blue stone pavilion, and they were talking about something.
Wu Xian held a portrait in his hand, and it was none other than Shen Long.
Shen Long changed his appearance, but he was still recognized by people when he released spiritual beasts and insects to fight against the enemy.
"Yulingzong Shen Long! Don't let me touch him, otherwise I will extract his soul and refine it."
Wu Xian's face was filled with murderous intent.
His descendants were killed by Shen Long. Unfortunately, he was fighting with Yuanying monks at the time and had no time to take care of Wushan.
"Life and death matter, let's get down to business first! The barbarians are so inexperienced that they were defeated so quickly."
Wu Yan sarcastically said.
"The human race regularly bleeds the barbarians. The number of high-level monks of the barbarians is far less than that of the human race. In addition, many of the human race's Nascent Soul monks possess spiritual treasures. They will still suffer a loss in the fight. If the barbarian monks were not physically powerful, the casualties would be even greater."
Wu Xian said.
"But this is okay. If the barbarians win, they might break the agreement. They help us hunt for treasures, and we can support them appropriately."
Wu Yan said with a smile.
"I hope I can get something like that! Maybe our clan can cultivate fifth-level spiritual insects."
Wu Xian's face showed longing.
Wu Yan nodded and said, "I hope so! Even with the help of barbarians, it is very dangerous to enter the Tomb of Immortals to hunt for treasures."
(End of chapter)
