The main altar of Jie Lun Palace.
Mei Qingfeng's expression was tense in mid-air, and he was leading a group of old disciples to patrol around. In the dark sky, the magnificent clouds and dense purple air were significantly reduced compared to the past.
This is a sign that the sect's fortune has been greatly reduced. It is roughly estimated that it is less than 30% of what it was in its heyday, and the trend of dissipation of fortune has not yet completely ended.
At this moment, more than one-third of the vast void continent with a radius of billions of miles has been torn apart in the earth-shattering battle. The sect's mountain-protecting formation built on this basis has long since collapsed.
As for the former disciples, only 20 to 30% of them are still alive today, and many of them were affected by the war and were seriously injured.
In a word, the tragic blow suffered by the Luck Palace this time is something that has never been experienced in the past tens of millions of years. It is not known how long it will take to repair the trauma and return to its previous peak state.
"Damn Celestial Race..."
Even with the magnanimity of the Holy Maiden, Mei Qingfeng still couldn't help but have the urge to greet their eighteenth generation ancestors at this moment. If it hadn't been for that group of aliens causing trouble, how could his sect have suffered such a disaster?
Of course, the Luck Palace worked with them in the past and secretly gained too many benefits that they shouldn't have. Now, this calamity seems to be due to some mysterious karma?
On the vast land, groups of disciples can be seen from time to time repairing various formation nodes. There are also high-level elders in the void gathering the broken land masses with great magic power, and then rejoining the giant continent into one.
It's just that such a huge project not only requires exaggerated consumption, but also lacks manpower. It will not be completed in one day. At present, we can only take one step at a time.
"...Your Highness, a large number of demon clan descendants have appeared in the Muyang Star Territory. The remaining disciples are overwhelmed and are in urgent need of support from the sect." An elder came over to salute and then reported.
"I know, I'll go discuss it with Master right now."
Mei Qingfeng rubbed the center of his brows, feeling mentally and physically exhausted.
Perhaps it is because of the sharp decline in the sect's luck. During this period of time, the number of attacks by demon legions encountered in many territories has become more and more frequent, and the scale is getting larger and larger. The individual demons that appear are becoming more and more powerful. , so that the sect's mobile support force was exhausted and suffered heavy casualties, and was no longer as comfortable as before.
In the sect's meeting hall.
At this moment, Ziyang Xianzun, the founder of the Jie Yun Palace, was sitting on the main seat with a gloomy expression. Yun Miaozi was standing with his head bowed below. There were also a group of surviving senior elders present, all of whom looked respectful.
"...Look at the good things you have done!"
Ziyang Immortal Lord stared at Yun Xiaozi coldly, the fury in his heart could hardly be suppressed, so much so that he had the urge to shoot the opponent directly to death more than once. After he led his disciples to ascend, these descendants left behind What are they?
For their own selfish ends, they colluded with other people, betrayed the interests of the Taixu Starry Sky, and secretly cooperated with the Celestials for so many years. They thought they were clever and took advantage of everything. A powerful accomplice.
Until now, if the founders of the sect hadn't returned in time, the entire sect's foundation would have become someone else's trophy.
Moreover, in order to drive away those aliens, three of Ziyang Immortal Lord's most favored disciples died on the spot in the battle, and even their souls could not be saved. The remaining three were also injured to their origins, and it is not known when they can recover.
These unworthy descendants are all experts at cheating on their ancestors!
If it weren't for the fact that the sect was in the midst of employing people and would still need these bastards to work in the future, Ziyang Immortal Lord would have just killed them.
After getting angry, Ziyang Immortal Lord asked helplessly: "Have you found the whereabouts of those aliens?"
Yun Miaozi said cautiously: "We have not found anything yet. The last time we learned of their whereabouts was three days ago, when they had just escaped into the dark fairyland near the Yama Nebula."
Since there are still two emperors with intact combat power in the Celestial Race, the eyes of the Jie Lun Palace do not dare to pursue them too hastily and can only follow them from a distance. However, the other party's methods are the same.
He is not a vegetarian, and he has basically escaped the tracking of the Luck Palace.
It is not impossible to continue to pursue, but the current Jie Luck Palace no longer has the ability to kill the opponent, so even if it is discovered, there is nothing that can be done.
Let other sect forces help?
Don't think too much. Nowadays, all the forces outside have no good feelings towards the Luck Palace. Seeing that they have suffered a disaster, it's a blessing to come and add insult to injury.
Zi Yang Immortal sighed: "That's it for now. It's only right to speed up the repair of the sect's main altar. There's no need to pay too much attention to other things now."
"Yes, ancestor."
Yun Miaozi responded respectfully. At this time, he wanted to ask if the sect still had enough strength in the upper world. If a group of strong men could return, it would be much easier to ensure that the Luck Palace can successfully survive the current period of weakness.
However, he also understood that Ziyang Immortal was in a very bad mood right now, and a careless move might incur the wrath of Thunder, so he did not dare to say anything.
Ziyang Xianzun knows his own family affairs. In the upper realm of the strong cloud, the Jie Luck Palace, which is not known for its tyrannical fighting power, has not been doing very well in recent years, and it often goes to war with several surrounding forces to seize territory. , which severely damaged the sect’s strength.
Therefore, this batch of seven quasi-saint emperors who have returned already constitute half of the strategic force of the Upper Realm Tribulation Officer. If they continue to be transferred, it will seriously affect the security of the foundation in the Upper Realm, so it is not necessary to do so until it is absolutely necessary. , cannot consider such an option.
Therefore, Ziyang Immortal Lord can only hope that the three seriously injured emperors will recover as soon as possible and repair the sect's main altar, so that they can still have the opportunity to plot the fate of Taixu Starry Sky.
If it is delayed until the founders of other sects return one after another, it will be difficult for the Jie Lun Palace to accomplish anything.
…
Deep in the dark fairyland.
In a temporarily opened cave in an abandoned floating land layer in the void, the two women Zihuang and Lingxi with gloomy expressions followed Emperor Baiyuan without saying a word.
Not far away, a group of Daluo-level warriors from the Celestial Race were silently arranging altars and building magic circles. Since they carried ready-made components and materials with them, the progress was quite fast.
After the formation of the magic circle is completed and the time and space channel is reopened, the surviving celestial beings can return to the secret realm of mist. Once you get there, healing and recovery will naturally be much easier.
However, it is impossible for the two fallen emperors and thousands of Taiyi and Daluo level experts to be resurrected.
"Are you going back like this?"
On the side, Emperor Yuan Xi, whose face was ashen and defeated, asked unwillingly.
Emperor Bai Yuan breathed out softly and said expressionlessly: "Otherwise? We don't have enough power now, and the Taixu Starry Sky is not our home ground. If we don't want to be besieged by those human forces, we should return to the fog first. The fantasy realm is the wisest choice."
This time, the top management of the Celestial Race invested more than ever before. They thought they could achieve great results in one fell swoop, but they never expected that the accident would happen so quickly!
Emperor Yuanxi looked dull: "The power of the Taixu Starry Sky in the upper realm has begun to return. If we don't take appropriate measures, the origin of the destiny of this time and space will miss us. Without this large amount of income, our team The exiled tribesmen still don’t know when they will be able to return to their ancestral land in heaven.”
Emperor Bai Yuan glanced at him: "In this case, the only way is to recall those old guys who are traveling. At this time of great changes, no one wants to be alone."
There are nine quasi-saint emperors of the Celestial Race on the surface, and they jointly control the supreme authority of the Fog Fantasy Secret Realm, but secretly the hidden strategic background is far more than that.
Now that they have encountered such a huge setback, if they want to continue plotting against the Taixu Starry Sky, they can only bet more chips, because for the Celestials, this is a war that they cannot afford to lose.
"No matter what, let's go back first,"
Emperor Bai Yuan said softly: "We will come back after we recover from our injuries. In fact, given the current situation in Taixu Starry Sky, these human forces are also going to conflict with each other. From the standpoint of our Celestial Race, we might as well Let them fight fiercely for a few games first, and when the fight is almost done, the opportunity will naturally come
. "
There is only one supreme opportunity, and everyone wants it, so when massacres and calamities occur in the future, mountains of corpses and seas of blood will be inevitable.
If the Celestials change their strategy, sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, and wait until the time is right before ending the battle, they will have a high probability of having the last laugh.
"Okay! That's it."
Emperor Yuanxi breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the injuries in his body were no longer so uncomfortable.
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Yunmeng Tiangong, the mountain behind Yudao Peak.
In the large martial arts arena, the senior sisters were divided into two groups to compete in sword fighting. The light and shadow were blurred and the sword energy roared.
Qin Muling, who was sitting on the sidelines, leaned on his seat, sipping the spirit wine and nectar contentedly, silently admiring the swordsmanship of his senior sisters. Luo Huan and Fengxia sat on his left and right respectively, waiting on him diligently.
Under the table, Su Yuan Zhenzhen's head was lowered, her black hair spread like a waterfall on her tall and plump chest, her beautiful eyes were shining, and she was beating his legs carefully.
Since she had the highest level of cultivation, she was not allowed to die and could only stay and serve her junior brother. Of course, this was exactly what she wanted.
After watching it for a while, I have to admit that the advantage of the third senior sister Qi Yalan is quite obvious. After all, her talent is the way of sword cultivation, and she has a lot of spiritual skills and charm from Qin Muling, so she can beat most of the senior sisters.
Well, only Princess Long Yi could restrain her with her superiority in cultivation level. As for Luo Qinghan and Mu Yinshuang, the later saintly Taoist priests, they were more than a step behind Qi Yalan in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship.
Fairy Qingchan's performance was quite satisfactory. Qin Muling looked at her for a moment and had no impression of her swordsmanship. Instead, he had a more intuitive understanding of her unusually plump figure, too towering and powerful bust and hip line, and fierce In the battle, the scenery was too easy to make my heart rhythm unbalanced. After thinking about it, Qin Muling picked up the communication jade talisman at hand and sent her a message calmly: "Wait for me to enjoy you tonight!"
On the field, the heroic and charming Fairy Qingchan, who was dressed in a dark green outfit, suddenly felt something. She glanced at the jade talisman on Hao's wrist, and a strange look appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"???"
Enjoy me?
Junior Brother, Junior Brother, who enjoys whom, don’t you have any idea?
Glancing lightly at the beautiful boy in purple clothes on the sidelines, Fairy Qingchan had a charming look in her beautiful eyes, and she was already thinking about what program to arrange for him in the evening.
