"Master!" Xiang Qingcheng's eyes turned slightly red. Yuqing Immortal Palace is far away from Dongzhou and adjacent to Beiming. It has never interfered in Dongzhou affairs. Xiang Qingcheng knew how difficult it was for Master to make such a decision.
"Hey, you don't have to feel guilty. Your master has talked to me a lot. It's not fair to you to forcefully cut off your past."
The old monster Wushan shook his head and drifted away, "Remember, the Five Absolute Monks of the Buddhist Sect are in the Tiger Formation, and there are four Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence monks. Their profound knowledge is far beyond that of the Immortal Palace. If you want to take action, you must do it in one fell swoop. Stabilize the universe to avoid bringing unexpected disasters to the Immortal Palace."
"Yes, Uncle Master, please remember this. Thank you Master for me. Now that this matter is over, I will definitely return to Yuqing Immortal Palace and fulfill the obligations of a disciple." Xiang Qingcheng bowed deeply.
"I'm still reluctant to let go of the future head of the palace like this." Old Monster Wushan watched Xiang Qingcheng's figure drifting away from the bamboo forest, and sighed with emotion, "The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless. It’s a pity that boy Sikong.”
"The most difficult thing in the world to figure out is the word love. Each one has its own fate. If she is restricted to the palace gate, her cultivation will stop there." At this time, an old man with white hair and a childish face would stop here. The woman held a long staff of ice chi, and in a flash, she reached the side of old monster Wushan. This old woman is the current master of Yuqing Immortal Palace, Yuxu Zhenren.
"Senior sister failed to successfully survive the thunder tribulation, but she can still protect the palace gate for a while, otherwise the immortal palace really doesn't know where to go." Wushan said, "I have intervened in Shan Bing's previous contact with King Lu Dan. , let Shan Bing handle it this time, I hope she won't have any scruples and can resolve this issue smoothly."
"I hope so."
Huahua... Among the monks, a group of Yeshi tribesmen with mountain-shaped heads looked solemn. Among the many monks, the Yeshi tribe was one of the very few who did not like to fly in the air. It seems that only when you have your feet on the ground can the Shashi clan feel down-to-earth.
In the Chaotic Demon Realm, the single strength of the Yeshi Clan is no better than that of other monks, and no other ethnic group has the various means to change it. But relatively speaking, the entire Yeshi Clan has never been able to survive in the past when they were cultivating by slashing and burning and drinking blood. When Lu Xiaotian arrived, he inherited a high degree of unity and obedience, or a strong belief.
This kind of belief is also passed down from generation to generation among the weak people in Shale Stone. As for those who are successful practitioners like Ba Li, with the passage of time, the originally deep-rooted belief seems to have penetrated into the soul. The imprint is average.
Driven by this belief, even though the Yeshi people are inferior to others in various means such as fighting, the group fighting skills of the Yeshi people have reached a level that other races can only dream of. Those who embark on the path of cultivating immortals are pursuing their own path. Even if they practice the same technique, different encounters lead to different understandings for everyone. Over time, the difference will become larger and larger.
Only the Yeshi people still maintain a high degree of unity under the belief that penetrates deep into their souls. At this time, when thousands of Stone Tribe people formed a formation, the complete and solemn killing shocked the hearts of everyone who witnessed this scene.
Looking at these thousands of Yeshi tribesmen in neat formations, many of the monks looked like well-trained military formations among mortals. But these people in the formation each have different levels of mana fluctuations in their bodies.
This uniform military formation looks like ordinary mortals, but it is far more uniform than Shigu's army. It is as thick as a mountain and as thick as the earth. It seems that this military formation is inherently integrated with the earth. On the opposite side, hundreds of monks who were heading to the Demon Realm also changed their expressions when they encountered the military formation of the Yeshi tribe.
"Amitabha, the poor monk thinks that he has never offended the nobles, so why should the nobles be enemies of the Buddha?" The leader, a black-faced monk, clasped his hands together and stood out from the crowd. Just looking at the Ye Stone Clan in front of them, with their unified and irreversible aura, neither Wu Que nor the junior brother behind him wanted to live or die with the Ye Stone Clan in front of him.
"If the Lord humiliates his subjects and dies, the Yeshi Clan and the Buddha Sect will fight to the death!" In the opposite Yeshi Clan's military formation, a burly middle-aged man with a face as cold as iron hit the ground with a big shield in his hand. Behind him were hundreds of tribesmen. The movements were also uniform, and hundreds of large shields hit the ground heavily.
Buzz! As these hundreds of large earth-yellow shields fell, a thick earth-yellow ripple rippled across the entire ground, rushing towards the hundreds of monks on the opposite side with great speed.
"Dique Sword Style, attack!" the middle-aged man at the head roared.
The spiritual sword in the hands of the hundreds of stone tribesmen was drawn forward, and countless earth-yellow spiritual lights rose from the ground, converging into a giant sword, and slashed towards the hundreds of Buddhist monks on the opposite side.
Most of the hundreds of monks on the opposite side chanted the Buddha's name, and bursts of the Buddha's sound formed a giant bell in the sky above them. Even if these hundreds of monks have learned the art of battle and are no less inferior to other sects, they cannot achieve such a high degree of consistency compared with the Sheishi clan who devote themselves to this art.
The huge bell in the mouth alone could not block the attacks of hundreds of stone tribesmen. In a short moment, the giant bell was already unstable, and the energy of the giant bell was fluctuating in disorder. From time to time, large and small gaps were torn open.
Other monks each offered their own magic weapons to make up for these recurring gaps.
"The Wrath of the Earth!"
"There is no return!"
"Shale's ambition!"
"Death but no life!"
Boom-boom-----Hundreds of stone tribesmen were integrated into one body. With another sword strike, hundreds of people stepped forward together. The heavy footsteps fell on the ground like the beating of war drums. The murderous aura was almost astonishing. It can be almost directly defeated by it.
The feet of the Yeshi clan members were not very fast when they stepped on the ground, but they gave the impression that a giant war beast was coming towards them. Once drawn into the vortex of war, there is no way to escape.
"These Ye Stone Clan are all lunatics!" Many demon clans or other monks watched this scene from a distance. Over the years, the number of Lords of the Ye Stone Clan has also been rapidly expanding. As the number of monks increased, With the resources occupied, the territory will naturally grow accordingly.
The Yeshi tribe is no longer a small barbaric tribe that was confined to the uninhabited wilderness and could be exterminated due to an accident at any time. After so many years, the number of the Shishi tribe has grown to millions, and outsiders do not know the exact number. Compared with the cultivation level, the Shale Stone Clan is not the most outstanding, but these Shale Stone Clan have crazy worship and admiration for the rumored King Lu Dan.
Even if Lu Xiaotian was suppressed by the Buddha Sect this time, in the eyes of outsiders, it was not a crime of war. Being able to fight alone against the five most powerful monks of the Buddhist sect is an honor even if you are defeated. In the eyes of the Yeshi tribe, the saint fought alone against the five great monks, isolated and helpless. For so many years, the Sheishi clan has been protected by the Saint, but they have never been able to help the Saint as they should. This filled the entire Yeshi clan with a sense of humiliation.
