Of course, no one benefited from it.
After both sides lost many disciples, they did not kill anyone. The boss of the Demon Sect saw that there was nothing he could do, and he was afraid that the three sects would eventually attack him, so he chose to retreat.
The Demon Sect planned for more than two years and lost more than ten thousand true inheritances. In the end, they only sacrificed several dynasties and turned a corner of the northern border into a sea of blood. Nothing more.
Not to mention the divine king who killed the defense line, the basics of the northern defense line were not shaken.
Instead, the sect took the opportunity to completely locate the boundary control formation in the northern border and establish a solid barrier of defense.
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After a long time, Wang Zijia read the entire information and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had sensed something was wrong through various messages before.
Fortunately, the senior leaders of the sect were not fools and also discovered the problem.
Overall this time, the sect took advantage. At the cost of hundreds of millions of mortals, he gave the Demon Sect a hard bite.
As for the mortals who died...
There are no immortals in war. The true inheritance of Wanyu Sect has been watched for hundreds of years. The real people who can suppress several countries for 500 years in the ordinary world are dying one by one in three to five days. This is especially true for mortals. .
After all, this world is not people-oriented!
Wan Yu did not deliberately use ordinary people as bait, he was already worthy of the title of Xuanmen Authentic Sect!
After reading the news, Wang Zijia's eyes stayed on several of the images.
The clash between the two seventh-grade immortal formations was so powerful that it made Wang Zijia's scalp numb.
Even the Divine Lord is like an ant in the face of such attacks, and even the great master of Tribulation cannot withstand a few attacks.
Finally, the sight was fixed on a bloody plain.
Looking around, there are no mountains and no forests, only the endless bloody swamp, and a faint blood mist fills the sea-like bloody swamp.
Looking at the image, Wang Zijia could smell the faint smell of blood and quietly told the injustice in it.
"Are all the northwest countries like this?" Wang Zijia asked in a low voice.
"Yes!" An Xingsheng looked at the blood-colored light curtain pointed by Wang Zijia and said carefully: "The seven countries on the northwest border all disappeared in this war and turned into a bloody swamp. Now they have completely There’s no place to live.”
"Feipeng, Kunling, now we are in the North again, what does the Bone Soul Temple want to do?" Wang Zijia frowned and whispered, as if he was asking, but also as if he was talking to himself.
"This disciple doesn't know." An Xingsheng replied.
Wang Zijia was not asking him, so naturally he didn't expect him to give an answer.
The two were silent for a moment. Wang Zijia turned off the light screen on the ID card and said, "Except for this matter, has anything major happened in the clan recently?"
"Everything is fine in the vein, because there are hundreds of shops opened by the Shenjun family on Yufu Street. After a year of fermentation, our Yufu vein has become the core of the veins on the western edge, and is likely to become the core vein of the outer circle. trend."
"It is foreseeable that our next Immortal Ascension Conference will usher in a big explosion. In addition, Pulse Master, you can try to apply for more support from the sect, so that we can become the center of the new west area..."
An Xingsheng took out his notebook, flipped through it, and reported the report seriously:
"As for the sect, except for the birth of two divine kings half a year ago, there is nothing special about it."
He, a secretary who could only hang out on the fringes of Qi Fu Mai Fu Tower, has grown into the CEO of Xin Mai and the president of Yu Fu Mai.
Wang Zijia asked for a long time and got a general understanding of the situation before letting him retreat.
After An Xingsheng left, Wang Zijia did not check or review the documents prepared by An Xingsheng in the room.
Instead, he also got up, left the White Peach Tower, and flew towards the Seven Peaks.
As soon as he left, Xiang Feifei hurried back from the bottom of the mountain.
"Where is your husband?" Xiang Feifei asked hurriedly when he met An Xingsheng.
An Xingsheng pointed to the seven peaks and said, "Let's go to the sect!"
Xiang Feifei became angry and said, "Why didn't you inform me earlier?"
"Senior sister, I informed you as soon as I finished the report! Who knew that the original poster would turn around and leave!"
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When Wang Zijia flew towards the Seven Peaks, he clearly noticed the changes in the outer gate in the past two years.
More than three or four years ago, when Wang Zijia first started, Wanyu Waimen was prosperous, with some laziness and decadence unique to comfort and prosperity.
But now, amid the depression of the entire outer sect, there is a chilling alternative prosperity. My mental outlook has improved a lot.
The war... is really a baptism for the lower class!
This war ended the lives and dreams of countless people, but it also created countless disciples and opened up legends.
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The inheritance peak, the area under the mountain, the center of the inheritance line, and the Tianwen Tower.
Wang Zijia landed from the landing area and found Zhang Xiumin with familiarity.
"I've met senior sister!" Wang Zijia said in greeting.
After Zhang Xiumin saw Wang Zijia, she immediately stood up respectfully and said, "Junior Brother Wang is so polite, but you want to see the ancestor?"
"Yes, is the host here?" Wang Zijia asked.
"I just happened to be here. Ancestor just came back yesterday. It wouldn't have been possible if you had come a day earlier." Zhang Xiumin replied.
"Then please ask Senior Sister to pass the news on your behalf!" Wang Zijia said.
"Yeah. Wait a minute!"
After saying that, Zhang Xiumin left in a hurry.
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After a while, the Tianwen Tower reached the eighth floor.
When Wang Zijia entered the room, he saw at a glance that the landlord, Zhang Decheng, was not busy in the room as usual, or even in the room.
But Zhang Xiumin told him that Zhang Decheng was in the room, and Wang Zijia looked up for a moment.
The room was open to another door on the opposite side, and through the window one could see someone outside.
Wang Zijia walked through the side door and came to the corridor around the tower outside.
You can see at a glance that Zhang Decheng is standing in the corner of the corridor, hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
Wang Zijia looked out along his line of sight. The view here was excellent, and he could clearly see several huge peaks and mist-shrouded canyons.
Wang Zijia stepped forward and came to Zhang Decheng.
"I've met the owner!"
"It's your boy. You came to see me today, but something happened?" Zhang Decheng came back to his senses and glanced at Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment and said: "My disciple heard about the battle in the north, so he rushed back to the sect. Does the poster know the situation in the north? I heard that our sect won?"
"There is no such thing as winning or losing. Hundreds of millions of people have turned into a bloody swamp. Do you think this is a win?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Decheng tilted his head in confusion, looked at the scene outside, remained silent for a while, and then said:
"What's even more irritating is that I can't find my place back. I can't go to the human and animal farm of the Demon Sect and kill people randomly."
Hearing this, Wang Zijia also fell silent.
The two of them looked at the mist-shrouded valley outside and the seven peaks connecting the sky and the earth, and were speechless for a while.
"At least... we tried our best! That's all we need to do without any regrets." Wang Zijia said after a long while.
Zhang Decheng turned around and looked at Wang Zijia after hearing this, and scolded with a smile: "You brat, do I still want you to comfort me?!"
Seeing this, Wang Zijia stopped saying anything. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Master, can I ask a question?"
"Say it!" Zhang Decheng looked outside and said calmly without looking back.
"Feipeng, Kunling, and now Beijing, it's just the first time. It happened suddenly and easily. But this is the third time that the Demon Sect has done this."
"Even though we have paid attention to it and all parties have taken precautions, the other party still has not changed their tactics. If they still do this under such difficulty, what are they planning?"
Zhang Decheng did not reply immediately, and was silent for a while. He seemed to be recalling, or perhaps speaking, and then said after a moment:
"Have you ever heard of Qi Chounu, the previous master of Bone Soul Temple?"
Wang Zijia nodded, thinking about some of the information he had seen before and said: "Eat your brother, humiliate your sister-in-law, kill your father, and stain the entire clan with blood to achieve enlightenment; destroy the city, condemn the clan, and perform countless blood sacrifices to advance through the tribulation."
After Zhang Decheng heard this, he turned back to look at Wang Zijia and said, "Did you know that he had already tried to overcome the calamity and become an immortal more than a thousand years ago?"
Wang Zijia was stunned and said, "Didn't it work?"
Zhang Decheng nodded, shook his head, and said: "The sect thought it was a failure, but the last time the headmaster raided the Bone Soul Temple, he felt the aura of Zhuoxian."
When Wang Zijia heard this, his pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically.
"You don't need to worry too much. If you really become a Zhuoxian, that guy can't be so stubborn. Something has obviously happened. As for the question you asked before..."
Zhang Decheng paused for a moment before saying: "The Demon Sect's method of elixir and blood sacrifice is very popular, and among them, the method passed down from the core of the Blood Demon Sect is the most popular."
"Thousands of years ago, when the Immortal Lord passed away, he used a world-shattering method to cut off his inheritance and eliminate the core lineage of the blood demon sect leader: the blood demon inheritance."
"I don't know why, but this guy got one by accident, and that's how he has achieved what he has today."
Wang Zijia's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he immediately said: "The poster is saying that he is going to make a blood sacrifice to our sect to become an immortal just as he did before?"
"Who knows, anyway, according to records, every time he improved his cultivation before, he committed heinous crimes. It's just that he didn't leave a bloody swamp like this time." Zhang Decheng replied.
Wang Zijia did not ask any more questions, because Zhang Decheng obviously only knew so much.
Even the sect only has a little guess about what he did.
"By the way, how is your boy's mission going? It's been almost two years since he left home, and everything else is going on in full swing. Fortunately for you, there hasn't been any movement at all." Zhang Decheng changed the subject.
Wang Zijia paused, feeling the extra twenty or so special demon-growing objects in his mind, and said, "Almost!"
Seeing Wang Zijia's unwillingness to say more, Zhang Decheng did not continue to ask further questions. He just warned: "If you have any means, it's best to do it quickly."
Wang Zijia was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why?"
"Zhuoxian can break the current situation, let alone the Demonic Zhuoxian. No matter how stupid Daqian and Feixian are, they still know the seriousness of the matter." Zhang Decheng said.
(End of chapter)
