Snapping–”
A piece fell and the game situation, about to enter the endgame.
“The relics of the PeaC*cks of the West formed a large army and staged an army on the edge of the gra*sland. Although the fighting ability of this group of Sango is worrying, with the three days of Nalanda Temple, any disadvantage can be erased.”
Although both Exterminating Heaven and Shi Tian had only achieved supremacy in recent years, Brahma’s strength was extremely profound.
It was because the PeaC*ck Remnant’s army was pressing down on them that made Northern Zhou feel like a great enemy.
Not to mention, in this situation, the remnants of the Golden Wolf Khanate had also begun to rebel.
Therefore, both the Northern Zhou court and the four sects of the Devil’s Way, which have built their new headquarters in Mengzhou, have had difficulty in getting their manpower out in recent days and have been busy pacifying the rebellion and confronting the PeaC*ck Remnants.
“It seems that my enemies are about to launch a desperate strike against me.” Qing Yu clapped his hands and stood up, saying.
Because they wanted to kill Qing Yu absolutely, they had to eliminate any strong support that Qing Yu could find. The Northern Zhou, and the Demon Sect, Qing Yu’s biggest helpers were these two parties, so it was necessary to take precautions in advance.
I just don’t know what terms the other side used to persuade the PeaC*ck Legacy.
“After planning for many hours and painstakingly setting up, both sides have come to the end of their plans, regardless of whether it is the enemy or me. Next, it’s time to bring it to a close.”
The white-haired Daoist’s figure disappeared like a bubble, leaving only an unfinished game of chess still in place.
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“This is it, Qing Yu’s hiding place.”
Two hundred miles away from the True Martial Gate, in a high mountain, the Witch King held the Rebel Heavenly Bow, sensing the slight connection, and said with certainty.
Even after acquiring Qing Yu’s aura, coupled with the sensing of the Rebel Heavenly Bow and the Sun-Rapturing Arrow, it had taken them four days to finally find this place, and Qing Yu’s ability to hide his breath was obvious.
“I didn’t expect that Qing Yu would end up choosing Cui Feng Mountain, which is only two hundred miles away from the True Martial Gate, I thought he would choose somewhere within the Northern Zhou.” Ji Chengtian looked at the somewhat barren mountain in front of him, and there was both a look of emotion and a deep murderous intent in his eyes.
This place was still in the autonomous region of the True Martial Sect, and as the earth qi had been forcibly extracted at the beginning, it was still desolate and completely unworthy of the name Cui Feng Mountain.
If the Witch King hadn’t found out where Qing Yu was, Ji Chengtian and the Elder of Time would never have thought that Qing Yu was neither in the safest Northern Zhou nor in the most dangerous and probably safest True Martial Sect, but had instead chosen a deserted mountain close to the True Martial Sect.
However, this is quite in keeping with Qing Yu’s style, isn’t it? If it was so easy to have one’s mind guessed, then Qing Yu wouldn’t be Qing Yu.
“Over on the gra*sland, both the Yin Sky and that demonic beast that is comparable to a supreme being have been sighted. Even if that demonic beast could travel through the earth via the earth veins, it would not be able to reach here. Not to mention, there is the great formation laid down by the Witch King.”
When Old Man Timeless said this, he glanced at the Witch King with a deeper meaning.
When he was sure that Qing Yu was here, the Witch King had already sent his brother Hou Huai to set up a great formation, suppressing a radius of nearly a hundred miles and isolating the inside from the outside.
According to the knowledgeable Old Man Timeless, the battle also had the effect of suppressing the earth’s qi, so that even if the demonic beast was here, it would be suppressed.
After all, the most problematic thing about the beast is that it is linked to the earth’s veins and is almost immortal.
But then, the Witch King’s strength will also be affected, right? The martial arts of the southern frontier are basically all about using the earth’s fatal energy.
As if he could see the doubts of the Timeless Old Man, the Witch King said indifferently, “Since this king has made such an arrangement, he naturally has a way to circumvent it. Besides, do you think that my witch tribe’s warriors will be afraid of this restriction?”
“Haha, Brother Witch King has really calculated everything, I admire him.” Seeing that the situation was a bit stagnant, Ji Chengtian rounded up the situation.
“You are welcome, my king has always preferred the culture of the Central Plains, especially the art of war. There is a saying in the Art of War: those who win a battle before they have fought will have gained much; those who do not win a battle before they have fought will have gained little. If one has counted more than one, one has counted less, let alone no count at all!
The King has only calculated a little more.”
After these words, the old man stood still, while the Witch King and Ji Chengtian, unabashedly emitting their aura, stepped into the air and headed for the Cui Feng Mountain.
What followed was a battle of dragons and tigers, and even if it was a sick dragon, it was not something that Elder Time-Life could get involved in. If Qing Yu wanted to pull someone to his back before he died, the Elder of Time Life, a Tong Shen realm, would be the best choice.
On top of the deserted mountain, there was a small pond, with a turbid stream rolling inside, as if it were boiling hot water. In the midst of the turbid flow, a fierce qi rushes out from time to time, rushing across the surface of the pool and bringing up a vicious momentum.
“When the Great Witch Priest informed the king that the Daoist Monarch had a mysterious technique that could exclude turbid fury, the king did not believe him. For there is no one in this world who understands the Qi of the Earth’s Furies better than I, the Southern Border, and can make better use of the power of the Earth.
But when I saw it today, I understood that it was my king who had been too proud.” When the Witch King saw this small pool, he could not help but sigh softly.
At the edge of the small pool, there was a figure with scattered white hair, bare feet and merely clad in a daoist robe. He reached into the small pool, and a turbid and fierce Qi seeped out of his hand and emptied into the pool.
Clearly, the Witch King believed that this was the method that Qing Yu used to expel the turbid fury.
The white-haired Daoist at the edge of the pool smiled, drew back his right hand and slowly stood up. There was not a trace of illness on his white face, but the dense fierce Qi that still lingered around him proved that his condition was not optimistic.
“It seems that the Great Qian really does have cooperation with the Southern Border. The ‘Scroll of Earth’ that fell into the hands of the Great Qian was actually known to the Witch King of the Southern Border. Three hundred years ago, they were enemies of each other, but now they are cooperating with each other. Qing Yu’s face looked like a sneer or a mockery, a sarcasm that could not be described.
Three hundred years ago, the Great Qian Emperor himself had conquered Qingzhou, adding another state to the Central Plains. At that time, the Witch King of the southern border must have been the father of the one in front of him, and the Great Witch Priest had not changed during these three hundred years.
It turned out that three hundred years later, the two sides were working together.
“There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. This phrase, which is also spoken by you Chinese, is given to you by this king.”
It could be seen that this Witch King was a Chinese Plain general, and knew the Chinese Plain’s canon and mind tricks very well.
“And what about you? Ji Chengtian, if you want to kill poor Dao, are you not afraid that he, the Blade God, will blame you?” Qing Yu was looking at Ji Chengtian again and said.
“The Blade God will not know that it was me who killed you. Even if he did, he would not be able to get rid of an ally of the strongest. Qing Yu, if you are hoping for the Blade God, then you are letting me down too much.”
Ji Chengtian took a step forward, and a great momentum rose up, “When you and Ren Piaomiao joined forces to resist the Blade God, although I was afraid of your strength, I had to admit that you were a supreme figure in the world. Now before you die, if you show your ugly face, then we can only say that the Blade God, me, and the world have all looked away.
So, it is better to save yourself some decency.”
