Gods: Starting with the Goblins

Sheng Jingdao was leisurely sipping tea, quietly waiting for the Zhongzhou Sect and the Blood Drinking Sect to lose both sides, when he suddenly saw dozens of sect leaders rushing into his hall.

This scene stunned him, and he asked in confusion: "Why did you suddenly turn back? And you are all covered in dust, did something unexpected happen?"

Sheng Jingdao should not think so, after all, the Blood Drinking Sect could not defeat more than a hundred sect leaders, and Xue Changtian was just a pseudo-saint. According to his speculation, these more than a hundred sect leaders would definitely suffer casualties, but after a fight, the Blood Drinking Sect would definitely be taken down in the end.

"Help!" These dozens of sect leaders did not answer, and after rushing into the hall, they hid behind Sheng Jingdao regardless of everything.

This scene not only confused Sheng Jingdao, but also the other people in the entire hall. Are these dozens of sect leaders crazy?

Sheng Jingdao's face was livid, and he asked, "Don't be so surprised, what on earth are you doing? If you don't tell the truth, I will drive you all out of Shengtianmen."

"Xue Changtian has gone crazy, and has killed fifty or sixty sect leaders. Only a few dozen of us have escaped back to Shengtianmen. You must save us."

The dozens of people trembled and hurriedly told Sheng Jingdao, "Xue Changtian must have come to Shengtianmen. If you don't take action, all the disciples of Zhengtianmen will suffer!"

"With so many of you, you can't beat Xue Changtian?" Sheng Jingdao felt puzzled, and the others were also confused. After all, one-third of the more than one hundred sect leaders were quasi-saints, and it was easy to deal with a pseudo-saint, and it could even be said that it was effortless.

They could actually lose half of their people? The remaining half of the people fled back in such a mess, which was unrealistic. Could it be that they were acting?

Faced with the disbelief of the crowd, these dozens of people continued to explain: "It is true that Xue Changtian is a pseudo-saint, but he sacrificed his own dantian with blood to increase his strength. Now he is a genuine saint, and this state can last for a day. This suggests that we, a mere quasi-saint, can deal with it?"

When these words came out, everyone took a breath of cold air. This situation suddenly became very tricky. Although Xue Changtian's saint is a pseudo-saint, no matter how fake it is, it is still a saint. If he sacrificed his own dantian with blood, no one would be able to defeat him during this period.

The saint is the strongest in the world. After the blood sacrifice, his strength is increased by dozens of times. Even if the three other saints attack together, they may not be able to suppress Xue Changtian. The best way is to wait for the entire dantian to dry up, and Xue Changtian will die without a fight, but who can wait for a day?

"Please help, Master Sheng." The dozens of masters spoke together and bowed respectfully. If Sheng Jingdao did not take action against Xue Changtian today, not only them, but also the entire Shengtian Sect would be razed to the ground. Shengtian Sect and Xue Changtian were also in a conflict that would never end.

Everyone in the hall also looked at Sheng Jingdao. If the situation really came to this point, it seemed that only Sheng Jingdao, as the Holy Throne, could settle everything. Xue Changtian, who had sacrificed his blood to his dantian, would definitely drag everyone down with him before he died. Even the disciples of Shengtian Sect hoped that Sheng Jingdao would take action.

Sheng Jingdao was very embarrassed at this time, including the other four masters, because they knew the inside story. Sheng Jingdao was just a pseudo-saint. How could he beat Xue Changtian? So for a moment, several people didn't know what to do, and the situation seemed to be frozen at this moment.

At this time, a disciple rushed into the hall in a hurry: "Report to the headmaster, Xue Changtian has come to the gate of the mountain. We have lost more than a hundred disciples and no one can stop him."

"No matter what, everyone must now share the same hatred of the enemy, otherwise they will all die in the hands of Xue Changtian. All quasi-saints and half-step saints should take out their artifacts and imperial weapons and fight to the death."

The situation was too urgent, and Sheng Jingdao hurriedly ordered: "Everyone set up a battle formation at Shengtian Gate. With so many people, it is not necessarily that we cannot defeat Xue Changtian."

"Okay, everyone together!" The other four heads hurriedly spoke up, and the leaders said so, and the others in the hall naturally echoed.

But this made the dozens of heads who had just escaped death confused, and they said puzzledly: "Headmaster Sheng Jingdao, aren't you the saint? You can deal with Xue Changtian alone, why let everyone die together?"

What's the use of having more quasi-saints? Xue Changtian now has power above the Holy Throne. They finally escaped to Shengtianmen and thought they were safe. Now Sheng Jingdao asked them to go out and fight Xue Changtian. They were unwilling to do so, after all, they had seen Xue Changtian's cruelty and cold-bloodedness.

"Do you only rely on the Holy Throne? You will die without the Holy Throne, right?" Sheng Jingdao did not explain, but questioned the dozens of people instead. If they just prayed for the Holy Throne to take action, everything would be extremely sad. The strong men of the Holy Throne were strong but not omnipotent.

"It is naturally not worthwhile to sacrifice without any meaning." The dozens of sect leaders insisted on their own opinions: "You go alone. If you can't win, everyone will go to support you. Isn't it more appropriate? Unless you, as the sect leader, don't care about the disciples of the sect and want more disciples to die."

This statement caused a huge...wave. The disciples of Shengtianmen frowned. Although they believed that the sect leader was not such a person, it was true that what these people said made sense. The sect leader was obviously a strong man of the Holy Throne, so why did he need them to fight against Xue Changtian together?

Facing these people's doubts, Sheng Jingdao simply stopped pretending: "You need an explanation, right? Yes, actually I am not the Holy Throne. Like Xue Changtian, I am just a pseudo-saint. My own realm is a quasi-saint, the same realm as the heads of these major sects present."

"How...how is this possible?" Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded. Everyone saw Sheng Jingdao's breakthrough with their own eyes. But he attracted a thunder tribulation yesterday? Could this be faked? Or did Sheng Jingdao fail to overcome the thunder tribulation? In short, no one could figure it out.

Even the disciples of Shengtianmen were the same. How could the leader not have a breakthrough? It was a hot topic yesterday, and today it directly scared away the Blood Drinking Sect.

"Yesterday, someone else broke through. I just secretly crossed Chenqiao. You only saw the thunder tribulation, but did you see that it was me in the thunder tribulation?"

Sheng Jingdao took a deep breath and continued: "In short, I am indeed a quasi-saint. You have to believe it even if you don't believe it. Xue Changtian has already fought at the gate of Shengtianmen. Why would I lie to you?"

"I finally understand. You Shengtianmen know that you can't beat the Blood Drinking Sect, so you created a holy seat to scare us away. The leader of the Blood Drinking Sect, Xue Changtian, couldn't keep his temper, so he was frightened by your few words. All this is really shocking. Sigh. "The dozens of sect leaders looked solemn, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "The two pseudo-saints have played us around. What did we do wrong? We were fooled by the Blood Drinking Sect to deal with the Holy Heaven Sect before, and we were fooled by the Holy Heaven Sect to deal with the Blood Drinking Sect this morning. Now we are not pleasing to both sides. "If Xue Changtian had not left today, if he could find out that Sheng Jingdao was a pseudo-saint, the situation would definitely not be as bad as it is now. I am afraid that the Holy Heaven Sect would have been taken down long ago, and the situation in the whole Zhongzhou would have changed. They would not have lost more than half of the more than 100 sect leaders. Originally, they had more than 100 sects united, but now there are only about 40 sect leaders left. The other sect leaders have just died in the hands of Xue Changtian. Even if the whole Zhongzhou is peaceful later, with their current manpower, they can no longer do anything to the Holy Heaven Sect. On the contrary, if Xue Changtian could wipe out Shengtian Sect today, the forty or so of them would also perish together. Even if Xue Changtian died of exhaustion of his dantian, the entire Zhongzhou would become the power of Yinxue Sect, and their sects would still not get any benefit.

"Compared to death, we can only live on!" Sheng Jingdao deceived everyone so badly, but they had no choice but to stand on the side of Sheng Jingdao. Since the moment when more than a hundred of their leaders went to surround and kill Yinxue Sect, it would be impossible to appease Xue Changtian's anger.

Everyone in the hall came to their senses, and then at Sheng Jingdao's order, they all rushed to the mountain gate, ready to fight to the death with Xue Changtian.

Sheng Jingdao walked at the end. Looking at Luo Dan who was watching the show and drinking tea, he hesitated and said, "Now that Xue Changtian sacrificed his dantian and became possessed, he must want to drag all his enemies down with him before he dies. You are one of them. You should consider countermeasures."

"Sacrificing dantian?" Luo Dan laughed and didn't care at all, because Luo Dan had seen many powerful saints who sacrificed dantian, such as the beast king in the Monster Mountain Range at the beginning, and the saint of the Western Wilderness Demon Heaven Gate. Which one did not die in Luo Dan's hands?

What's more, Xue Changtian is just a pseudo-saint. The increase obtained by sacrificing his dantian must not be as good as that of a real saint, so why should Luo Dan worry? And according to his calculations, there are many powerful people on Sheng Jingdao's side, at least sixty or seventy quasi-saints and more than a hundred half-step saints, which is enough to fight Xue Changtian for a day.

Generally, the sacrificed dantian can only last for an hour at most. If Xue Changtian simply burned his dantian, it would not last more than a day. The dantian of a pseudo-saint is not infinite, Luo Dan knew this, so he must be safe in Shengtianmen.

Glancing at the worried Sheng Jingdao, Luo Dan raised his eyebrows: "Why? In addition to worrying about me, I'm afraid you want me to take action to deal with Xue Changtian!"

"I am not afraid of death, but what about the thousands of ordinary disciples in Shengtianmen? Moreover, if too many quasi-saints and half-step saints are killed or injured, the entire Zhongzhou pattern will be affected. If there are strong men in charge, the sects in Xihuang and other places will definitely come to make trouble."

Sheng Jingdao smiled awkwardly. Since Luo Dan saw through his thoughts, he didn't hide it. At this time, he really hoped that Luo Dan would take action.

Luo Dan was able to kill the Holy Throne in the Western Wasteland using the formation. Now the predicament encountered by Zhongzhou can only be reversed by Luo Dan's action. For this, he is willing to pay any price. As long as Luo Dan says it and Shengtianmen has it, he will definitely agree.

"This battle is a battle for Shengtianmen to establish its prestige. Of course, you have to show your power. What does it matter if I take action?" Luo Dan leisurely sipped his tea and did not feel the urgency of the situation at all. At this time, Sheng Jingdao was already crazy and didn't know how to persuade Luo Dan.

"I, Sheng Jingdao, am not a talkative person. Just consider it as my request. I am not only for Shengtianmen, but also sincerely hope that the whole Zhongzhou will be peaceful."

Sheng Jingdao bowed deeply to Luo Dan, his eyes sincere: "I know that I should not force others to do things, nor should I let you get involved in disputes, but I know that only you have the ability to do so."

"I will go and take a look!" Luo Dan stood up and dusted off: "In fact, I am not a cold-blooded person. I will also help others when I see injustice."

"How do you plan to deal with Xue Changtian?" Sheng Jingdao's face lit up. Since Luo Dan agreed, the big stone in his heart finally had a place to go in this battle.

Luo Dan thought about it carefully, and then replied: "I can set up a formation to kill Xue Changtian, but this is something that you Zhongzhou should do your part. You can't let me solve it alone? So I set up a barrier to trap Xue Changtian for a day and wait for his Dantian to be exhausted. He will die of exhaustion without fighting."

"Of course, the barrier needs a lot of energy to maintain. Originally, it can be maintained with spiritual stones, but you have so many quasi-saints and half-step saints, so you can inject the power. It can be regarded as your contribution. Besides, we can tell whether anyone is lazy at a glance. It is fair to everyone."

"That's no problem. If anyone dares not to inject spiritual power, I will be the first to disagree." Sheng Jingdao said righteously. If the formation cannot be operated due to spiritual energy, it is not only against himself, but also against the enemy of the entire Zhongzhou. No one will let the other party go.

Luo Dan followed Sheng Jingdao to the gate of the mountain. At this time, there were already hundreds of people lying on the ground. Xue Changtian was still killing with a scarlet eye. There were a total of sixty or seventy quasi-saints present, but no one dared to go up to fight. Instead, ordinary disciples of Shengtianmen were blocking them.

This scene made Sheng Jingdao furious, and he shouted: "Why are so many of you hiding far away? Aren't you waiting for Xue Changtian to defeat them one by one? Come on together!"

After being ordered by Sheng Jingdao, the quasi-saints and semi-saints rushed forward. The attacks of these people did not pose a threat to Xue Changtian. After only two or three rounds, more than half of them were repelled. Xue Changtian now fixed his eyes on Sheng Jingdao.

After a moment, he was furious but smiled strangely: "You are also a false saint? You deceived me so badly before, causing the Blood Drinking Sect to flee Zhongzhou, and causing me to be hunted down by more than a hundred sect leaders? I even had to sacrifice my dantian with blood as a last resort. You will pay for all this with your life."

"It takes a certain amount of time for me to set up the barrier formation, about half an incense stick." Luo Dan said to Sheng Jingdao, and then stepped back three steps.

"I will definitely hold out long enough." Sheng Jingdao was under great pressure, especially since Xue Changtian had already set his sights on him, but his eyes were still piercing, without a trace of fear.

Seeing Xue Changtian attacking, Sheng Jingdao also sacrificed his own divine weapon: "Let me show you the treasure of Shengtianmen!"

This was a long sword, the whole body was blood red, as if countless laws and magical powers were gathered on it. The moment it appeared, it was full of pressure, making many sect leaders feel like they were facing a great enemy.

"This holy weapon is comparable to the Holy Throne's presence!" Someone even exclaimed, the holy weapon was made by the Holy Throne himself, and it often took hundreds of years, especially for the first major sect in Zhongzhou like Shengtianmen, which probably had the best of all the holy weapons. (End of this chapter)