An earth-shattering explosion sounded from a distance, green light and yellow light lit up high in the sky, and air waves were like tides.
Wu Xiao stood in a huge yellow desert, holding a jade ruler with yellow light in his hand. The word "dry soil" was engraved on the front of the jade ruler.
There was some blood on the corner of his mouth and his face was slightly pale.
Mo Wuya and Qi Xiao stood high in the sky with cold expressions.
"As expected, a second god-transformation monk has appeared. No wonder you want to start a war. Do you think you two can destroy me?"
Wu Xiao said with a cold face.
He and Mo Wuya were fighting, and with the help of the Tongtian Lingbao Dry Earth Ruler, they were indistinguishable. Qi Xiao suddenly made a sneak attack and injured Wu Xiao.
"Udao's friendly skills enabled him to obtain a magical treasure that reaches the sky."
Mo Wuya's eyes showed a hint of fear.
If Wu Xiao didn't have the Tongtian Lingbao, Mo Wuya really planned to destroy Wuxiao with Qi Xiao, or even severely injure Wuxiao at the worst. Who knew that Wu Xiao would take out a Tongtian Lingbao, and in this case, he wanted to It would be difficult to severely injure Wu Xiao.
"Do you want to continue the fight? I can accompany you."
Wu Xiao said with a cold face.
Qi Xiao laughed and said: "I just want to compete with fellow Daoist Wu. Fellow Daoist Wu is indeed worthy of his reputation. There is no benefit in fighting. At this stage, we should consider ascending. There is no need to fight anymore."
"Stop it now!"
Mo Wuya deeply agreed.
The dog is anxious to jump over the wall, but give up when it's good. When Qi Xiao has the Tongtian Lingbao, it won't be too late to fight Wu Xiao again.
The human race has a great advantage. It consumes more than the barbarians. If they really fight to the death, they still don’t know what will happen. The most important thing is that even if they kill Wu Xiao, they will not get much benefit, including territory, mineral veins, and elixirs. Gardens and the like are of no great use to them and cannot improve their cultivation or strength.
"Huh, we won't cede territory. If you don't agree, then keep fighting."
Wu Xiao said with a cold face.
"Then keep fighting! I want to see how long you barbarians can last."
Qi Xiao's face was full of fighting spirit.
The biggest strategic goal of this war is to kill Wu Xiao, the second is to severely damage Wu Xiao, and finally to expand the territory.
The Nether Corpse Sect needs to expand its territory, so Qi Xiao will naturally not agree to Wu Xiao's conditions.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, do you think that since you have the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, we can't do anything to you?"
Mo Wuya sneered.
There was a hint of fear in Wu Xiao's eyes, and he pondered for a moment and said, "How much territory do you want?"
Qi Xiao took out a map and threw it to Wu Xiao.
Wu Xiao frowned and said: "You want too much territory. You really treat us as weak persimmons. Cutting it down by 70% is not enough."
"A 30% reduction is the bottom line."
Qi Xiao said in a deep voice.
"I also have a bottom line, cut it by 50%."
Wu Xiao's tone was indifferent.
Qi Xiao and Mo Wuya looked at each other and shook their heads.
"A 40% reduction is our bottom line."
Mo Wuya said in a deep voice.
Wu Xiao thought for a moment and agreed. He was not as strong as others and had no choice but to give in.
After reaching a consensus, they returned to their camps one after another and retreated their troops.
When Mo Wuya announced their victory, all the human monks cheered.
Master Bingcan breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over. If the fight continued, he might also die on the front line.
Master Bingcan and other Nascent Soul cultivators arrived at the Juman Hall, where Mo Wuya and Qi Xiao were sitting in the main seats.
"Fellow Daoist Qi from the Underworld Corpse Sect has advanced to the stage of becoming gods, and we have two monks who have transformed into gods."
Mo Wuya introduced.
"Greetings to Senior Mo and Senior Qi."
Master Bingcan and others bowed and saluted with respectful expressions.
"Many people died in this battle, and many powerful monks emerged. We will reward you based on your merits. You go back and rest first. Master Nephew Lu, send someone to tally the results of each force or individual. Those who have merit will be rewarded. , whoever commits any offense will be punished.”
Mo Wuya ordered.
"Yes, Uncle Mo."
Lu Qingshan agreed wholeheartedly.
Mo Wuya gave some instructions and left with Qi Xiao.
Master Bingcan and Du Yinyin returned to Yulingyuan and sat down in a blue stone pavilion.
"The war is finally over, just wait for Junior Brother Shen to come back."
Du Yinyin said with a smile.
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Sirius City, Sirius Palace.
Wu Xiao sat on the main seat with a majestic gaze.
Zhesen and more than forty Nascent Soul cultivators stood on both sides with different expressions.
This time the war ended with their defeat.
The losses of the fifteen tribes were considerable. Four tribes were crippled. The Golden Ape tribe suffered the greatest losses. The tribesmen on the front line were killed in the battle, and the stronghold in the rear was attacked by Shen Long and his four men.
"Bixin, this place is left to you. You are responsible for handing over to the human monks and handling the issue of territory cession. Everyone else must obey your orders."
Wu Xiao ordered.
"Yes, Great Elder (Senior Wu)."
Bi Xin and others agreed in unison.
"I have seen your performance in this battle. You performed very well, especially the Tianlang tribe. You killed four Nascent Soul monks and beheaded five Nascent Soul monks. Little friend Zhe, this spiritual treasure This is given to you, and I hope your Sirius tribe will continue to work hard."
Wu Xiao shook his sleeves, and a flying knife with flashing green light flew out and landed in front of Zhesen.
"Senior Wu."
Jason's face was filled with gratitude.
"Take it! This is what you deserve. There are two god-transforming monks in the human race of Donghua Immortal Realm, and they may start a war. After the war, you should take a good rest and cultivate more Nascent Soul monks."
Wu Xiao ordered.
Zhesen and others agreed wholeheartedly, with respectful expressions.
Wu Xiao gave some instructions and asked Zhesen and others to retreat, leaving only Bi Xin.
"You send people to continue searching for the Tongtian Lingbao. If I get another Tongtian Lingbao, my strength will improve a lot."
Wu Xiao ordered.
"Yes, Great Elder."
Bi Xin agreed.
"It doesn't matter if you send people to places where there may be seals. It doesn't matter if you unlock the seals. As long as you get the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, it doesn't matter even if the seal is an ancient evil demon. We..."
Before Wu Xiao finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of black blood, and his face turned pale.
"Great Elder, are you okay?"
Bi Xin asked worriedly.
"It's okay. Fortunately, my body is strong and I was hit by Qi Xiao's Heavenly Corpse Palm. Otherwise, I would have turned into a pool of blood. I need to rest for a while to force the corpse poison out of my body."
Wu Xiao said.
The Heavenly Corpse Palm is rarely highly poisonous and is a unique magical power of the Underworld Corpse Sect's sect-suppressing technique, the Heavenly Corpse Collection.
If it were an ordinary cultivator who transformed into gods, he would have been poisoned and died long ago after being hit by the Heavenly Corpse Palm.
"Great Elder, would you like to ask fellow Daoist Tu to come over and give you a look?"
Bi Xin asked.
"The Heavenly Corpse Palm used by the cultivator of Transformation God cannot be resolved by a fourth-level alchemist. I am not deeply poisoned, so I can force it out by casting a spell. You go down!"
Wu Xiao ordered, his tone a little weak.
Bi Xin responded and retreated.
(End of chapter)
