Even though the lake was old and there were millions of mortals, it still took a whole day to clean up the devastated mountains and rivers.
The corpses of many Ning Yuan and Foundation-building evil cultivators who were buried in the Great Lake of Mize cannot be easily destroyed by mortals. Even the decay and weathering will take a long time, so they must be incinerated and disintegrated by the monks themselves. In addition to its hidden dangers, after all, many evil cultivators have cultivated their bones, blood, and meridians to the point where they are filled with evil evil spirits. If those with weak cultivation touch them rashly, they may contaminate the upper body and hinder subsequent practice.
However, benefits and disadvantages often go hand in hand, and the death of a large number of evil cultivators also leaves many resources for others to use.
Serious trophies such as storage bags and magic weapons are mostly divided among sects of different sizes. However, there are always scattered items that cannot reach the eyes of sect disciples and will be picked up by ordinary people or casual cultivators for their own use. It will make him miss the slightest bit.
Zhao Shun and others would not condescend to do the work of searching and collecting. Many monks who showed their talents on the battlefield are now sitting in the Shangchen Sect's meeting hall.
Among them, Qu Yitang is the leader, and Fenxuan is holding the sky like a guard of stars. Twelve Fenxuan is sitting on a low table on the steps, while Zhao Chun is in the position of Bai Shanke, between Fenxuan and a group of Ningyuan monks. In the middle, this position is quite mysterious. It is very close to the Fenxuan seat. Baishanke only needs to turn slightly sideways to talk to her. On the contrary, Wu Hua, who is also Ningyuan, has to be farther away.
Everyone in the hall took a brief look and came to their senses in a moment. They obviously felt that Zhao Chunzhi's ability had surpassed all Ningyuan and could sit together with the Fenxuan monks. However, there was a difference in their realms, so they did not ask her to directly Just sit in it.
Thinking like this, they recalled how she calmly wielded a thousand flying swords to kill evil spirits at the same time on the battlefield. Everyone couldn't help but sweat running down their backs. Fortunately, this person was one of our own monks. If there was such a person among evil cultivators, Characters, the tragic situation in Ningyuan battlefield today is about to turn upside down!
Zhao Shun probably knew a thing or two about what others were thinking, but it was not what she should be concerned about at this time. She looked at Qu Yitang intently, and the other party also gave him a look of affirmation, with a smile on his lips. Nod slightly.
"Everyone, this is a great victory that our Dahu old cultivator has never had in thousands of years!" Taoist Konggu's face was full of light today. He had secretly traveled abroad for a while when he was young, and he knew that the evil cultivators had ruthless methods and superior strength. , after this victory, he felt even more relieved. He stood up from his seat and said, "It's a pity..."
His tone slowed down and his eyes looked sad: "Fellow Taoist Tai Bing of the Mosheng sect, fellow Taoist Leyi of Xu Ningshan...and even the elder Zhuwu of our sect, have all been buried in the hands of the monks of the Chishen Palace, and have never seen the fruits of today's victory. .”
Even though most of the eight Fenxuan elders of the Scarlet God Palace were killed, they were not ordinary people in terms of strength. However, the people who had fought against the Barefoot Girl, Qin Yunxiu and others, such as Taoist Tai Bing, were really extraordinary to deal with. The rare and powerful enemy died because of this. The people in the audience felt it was a pity, but they were more alert in their hearts. They must continue to practice and progress in order to save their lives in all kinds of conflicts, and to realize the great road,
"Fellow Taoists and juniors, please rest assured. We are friends who join hands to fight against the enemy in the war. We are determined not to take advantage of the opportunity and do evil things that destroy people's foundation. I will go up to Chen to discuss with the Chongxiao and Qizang factions. Afterwards, I would like to work together to protect the sects that suffered too much damage in this battle. The spoils will also be divided among you to rebuild the mountain gates. Our sect and the Qizang Society will each send a Fenxuan great monk to the Mosheng Sect and Xuning Mountain. Go and sit in charge until another Fenxuan is born."
After Taoist Konggu spoke, the Ningyuan cultivator sitting in the seat, who came from various major sects, became calm. He nodded and stood up, and raised his hands to show his respect.
As for the Fenxuan cultivator, his heart is quite complicated. On the one hand, he is ecstatic about the victory, but on the other hand, he is thinking about the few spiritual veins left under the great lake and is worried about his future survival.
Taoist Kong Gu saw his waiting expression in his eyes, waved his sleeves and handed the words into Qu Yitang's hands.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if it weren't for the strong men from the Chongxiao Sect joining the battle, just relying on a few well-known veterans of the Great Lakes cultivator, Fenxuan, would not be able to withstand the storm of the Shinto monks for even a quarter of an hour. Wait, so when Qu Yitang calmly rolled up his wide sleeves and stood up, the monks on both sides did not dare to speak to him at all. They looked at the seat with their eyes intently, waiting for her to speak.
"Now the Scarlet God Palace has been severely damaged. Many of the Fenxuan, Ningyuan, and Foundation-building monks have been killed. There is no chance to recover their vitality in a short time. The Rakshasa Mountain, the elders and disciples of the Blood Crow Sect who came to help, and even the entire army After being destroyed, among the forces of the Shinto monks, only the Three Halls of Yama and the scattered small sects are left. We can take this opportunity to wipe out the three mountains and five lakes in one fell swoop and regain the former territory. What do you think?"
She was so heroic in her words. Qizang and Shangchen had already known the news in advance, but when they heard Qu Yitang say it, they were shocked again, not to mention the rest of the old Dahu cultivators, who were mostly shocked. Sitting on the seat with widened eyes, the mouthpiece felt as if it was being strangled.
Since they were expelled into the Great Lakes of Mize thousands of years ago, most people, not to mention Shinto monks, have been facing formidable enemies even when facing old cultivators from outside the country. To ask them to go on an expedition today would be like thunder. It makes people tremble several times!
Resisting foreign enemies is different from taking the initiative to conquer.
"I agree!" Taoist Chi Zhou is a tough leader in the Qizang Sect. He does not hesitate to encourage the sect to take action against the Heguang Sect, which has been gaining power for a long time, for the sake of the spiritual lineage dispute. Nowadays, it is difficult for the Great Lakes Spiritual Lineage to survive. He As soon as he thought about it, he knew that attacking the Shinto monks was the only effective way out. "The hatred between the Shinto and us cannot be eradicated. As long as the old cultivators of the Great Lakes still exist, we will have a battle with them!"
"If we don't take advantage of the enemy's weakness, why should we wait for them to recuperate and make a comeback?
"And everyone knows that the Taiyi Yuanyin Formation has absorbed 80-90% of the spiritual veins in the Mize Lake. Even if we don't take action on the Shinto, we will not be able to survive for a few years and hundreds of thousands of years of sect inheritance. How can we let it be destroyed in one day!"
There are wolves, tigers and leopards in front of you, and an abyss thousands of feet behind.
This is the current situation of the old Dahu building!
They already have no choice!
The atmosphere in the hall became tense for a moment, and then the sound of a big palm hitting the table was heard:
"Grandma, you all said so, how can I, Cao Chenghe, still be a coward!"
Next to the monk with broken eyebrows was a beauty in half-sleeved clothes. Hearing this, he chuckled softly and held up a small magical weapon: "You are already gone, you damn barbarian. How can you miss me?"
"Haha, if a virtuous couple wants to be heroes, they have to bring us along with them!" The speaker was another old cultivator, Fenxuan. His words were full of jokes, but his eyes were extremely serious.
Then several people chatted and laughed again. It turned out that the Fenxuan monks in this big lake all knew each other. At this moment, they put aside the old estrangements and grievances in the past and were willing to fight outside the lake!
Qu Yitang looked at this scene happily, with fists already clenched in his sleeves, just waiting to level this world!
