Become a Fairy

Chapter 2814 Chapter 2813 Lord humiliated his minister to death

"Master!" Xiang Qingcheng's eyes turned red slightly. Yuqing Immortal Palace is far away from Dongzhou, adjacent to Beiming, and has never interfered in Dongzhou affairs. Xiang Qingcheng knows how difficult it is for Master to make such a decision.

"Hey, you don't have to feel guilty. Your master 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 his figure floated away, "Remember, the five monks of the Buddhist sect are subduing the tiger, and there are four Mahayana and monks who cross the catastrophe. The depth of their background is far from comparable to that of the fairy palace. Set the cauldron in the universe, so as not to bring unforeseen disasters to the Immortal Palace."

"Yes, Uncle Master, this disciple will remember. Thank you Master for this disciple. If this matter is over, this disciple must return to Yuqing Immortal Palace and fulfill the obligations of a disciple Jing." Xiang Qingcheng bowed deeply.

"Just letting go of the future head of the palace gate, I'm somewhat reluctant." The old monster Wushan watched Xiang Qingcheng's figure drifting away from the bamboo forest, and sighed, "Flowers are intentional, but water is ruthless. It's a pity for that kid Sikong."

"The most difficult thing in this world is the word love. Each has its own destiny. If you restrict her to the palace gate and worry about it, her cultivation will stop here." At this time, a white-haired and childlike old man The woman held the ice chi long staff, and with a flash of figure, she came to the side of the old monster Wushan. This old lady is none other than the current master of Yuqing Immortal Palace, Master Yuxu.

"Senior sister failed to survive the thunder disaster, and she can still protect the palace gate for a period of time, otherwise the fairy palace really doesn't know where to go." The old monster Wushan said, "I have intervened in the contact between Shan Bing and King Lu Dan before. , let Shan Bing handle it this time, I hope she doesn't have any scruples, and this period of karma can be resolved smoothly."

"I hope so."

Wow...Among the monks, a group of Yeshi people with mountain-shaped heads looked solemn. Among the many monks, the Yeshi people are very few who don't like flying in the sky. It seems that only when one's feet are on the ground, can the Yeshi people feel down-to-earth.

In the Chaotic Demon Realm, the single-body strength of the Yeshi tribe is no better than that of other monks, and there are no other tribes that have various means of change. However, relatively speaking, the entire Yeshi tribe, from the past slash-and-burn farming, when they were raw and blood-drinking, met When it came to Lu Xiaotian, a high degree of unity and obedience was passed down, or a strong belief.

This kind of belief has been passed down from generation to generation among the weak in Shashi, and those who have achieved success in cultivation like Bali, with the precipitation of the years, the deep-rooted belief seems to have penetrated into the soul. Branding is average.

Driven by this belief, while the Yeshi tribe is inferior to other people in fighting skills and other methods, the Yeshi tribe's group fighting skills have reached a level that other races can't match. Those who set foot on the way of cultivating immortals are all pursuing their own way. Even if the cultivation method is the same, different encounters cause everyone's understanding to be different. Over time, the difference will become bigger and bigger.

Only the Yeshi people, under the belief that penetrates into the soul, still maintain a high degree of unity. At this time, with thousands of Shi clan members forming an array, the one-body killing shocked everyone who witnessed the scene.

Looking at the tens of thousands of Yeshi clansmen in neat formations, many monks are like those well-trained military formations among ordinary mortals. However, these people in the formation each carried mana fluctuations of varying strengths and weaknesses.

This uniform army formation is like ordinary people, but it is far more orderly than Shigu's army. It is as dense as a mountain and as thick as the earth. It seems that this army formation is inherently integrated with the earth. The hundreds of monks on the opposite side who were going to the demon domain also changed their faces when they encountered this army 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 Buddhist sect." The first black-faced monk clasped his hands together and made his way out of the crowd. Just looking at the Yeshi tribe in front of him, with its condensed and unreturned momentum, neither Wu Que nor the juniors behind him wanted to share life and death with the Yeshi tribe in front of them.

"The master humiliates the minister to death, and the Yeshi tribe and the Buddhist sect will never die!" In the army of the Yeshi tribe, a burly middle-aged man's face was as cold as iron, and a large shield in his hand fell to the ground. Behind him were hundreds of tribesmen. The movements were also uniform, and hundreds of large shields were heavily grounded.

hum! Following the fall of these hundreds of earth-yellow large shields, a thick earth-yellow ripple rippled across the ground, and it rushed towards the hundreds of monks opposite with great speed.

"Di Que Sword Style, attack!" The middle-aged man at the head hissed and roared.

The spiritual sword in the hands of the hundreds of pages of Shizu drew forward, and countless earthy yellow spiritual lights shot up from the ground, gathered into a giant sword, and slashed towards hundreds of monks of the Buddhist sect opposite.

More than half of the hundreds of monks on the opposite side recited the Buddha's name, and the bursts of Buddha's voice formed a giant bell jar above each other. Even if these hundreds of monks have learned the art of battle, they are not inferior to other sects, but compared with the Yeshi clan who have devoted themselves to this way, they cannot achieve such a high degree of consistency.

The huge bell alone could not block the attacks of hundreds of stone clansmen. In a short time, the huge bell was already unstable, and the energy forming the huge bell was fluctuating chaotically. From time to time, large and small gaps were torn open.

The other monks each sacrificed their own magic weapons to fill these gaps that continued to appear.

"The Fury of the Earth!"

"There is no return!"

"The ambition of the page stone!"

"There is death and there is no life!"

Tom tom tom——Hundreds of Shizu people are integrated into one body, and with another slash, hundreds of people step together, and the heavy footsteps fall on the ground like a drum beating. was directly broken by it.

The Yeshi tribe stepped on the ground with both feet, and the speed was not fast, but it gave people the feeling that a giant war beast was rushing towards them. Once involved in the vortex of war, there is no way to get out.

"These Yeshi tribes are all lunatics!" Many monster tribes or other monks watched this scene from a distance. Over the years, the clan lords of the Yeshi tribe have also expanded rapidly. With more monks, The occupied resources, the territory will naturally grow accordingly.

The Shashi tribe is no longer the barbaric tribe that was confined to the uninhabited wasteland and may be wiped out due to an accident at any time. After so many years, the number of Shashi people has grown to millions, and outsiders don't know the exact number. Compared with the cultivation base, the Yeshi tribe is not the most outstanding, but these Yeshi tribe have crazy worship and admiration for the rumored King Lu Dan.

Even if Lu Xiaotian was suppressed by the Buddhist sect this time, in the eyes of outsiders, it was not a crime of war. It is an honor to be able to single-handedly fight against the five outstanding monks of the Buddhist sect, even if you lose. But in the eyes of the Yeshi tribe, the saint is alone against the five eminent monks, alone and helpless. For so many years, the Shashi tribe has been protected by the saint, but they have never been able to give the saint the help they deserve. This filled the entire Yeshi clan with a sense of humiliation.