The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1286: The tragic battle
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Looking at the gloomy faces of everyone, Zhuo Fan shrugged slightly, and said with a smile: "I knew this, why did you have to? As a human being, no one will help foreigners deal with their own people. If this happens, you It’s time to ask yourself what you do and what you usually do."
"If you can distribute more cultivation resources to the people of the imperial domain, and those high-level exercises will be circulated in the imperial domain in an appropriate amount, people have the hope of rising, they will have a bottom line of life. Otherwise, the world People who can’t even fill their stomachs, what kind of ethics and morals do they want? Today’s results are all caused by you, and you can’t blame others!"
"No, if the sacred mountain is to survive, we can't let the masters come from outside, we are not wrong!" Slowly shook his head, He Yunshan looked extremely calm: "Zhuo Fan, I admit that you are a rare talent. But. Unfortunately, you are not from the Holy Mountain. The more talented you are, the more we must obliterate the Holy Mountain, otherwise the Holy Mountain will be threatened. This principle can never be changed!"
"Your principle is the grave you dug with your own hands. The water is dead, and the water flows. You protect the sacred mountain for too long, and your disciples get everything from birth, but also lose everything. Without experience, Without experience, there will be no development. This is why there are many holy mountains, but there is no emperor realm, not even a quasi emperor. You are just masters of resource piling, except for the majestic vitality in your body. Nothing is good. On the contrary, those who had the potential to become the emperor were killed by you because they did not have the techniques and resources. At the same time, what you killed was also the future of mankind as a whole. In that case, who is a human being? Where is the sinner?"
His face was twitching, but He Yunshan sneered: "The holy mountain masters practice the strongest exercises. They have a lot of resources to do their work, so they don’t need to run around, and they can feel at ease to understand the way of heaven. The quickest way to train masters in the emperor realm. Instead of distributing all the resources to the laymen, it is better to pool them to the wise, so as not to waste it. Of course, this talented person must also contribute to the sacred mountain, so that the fertile water does not flow into the fields of outsiders!"
"Haha, excuses!"
He smiled and shook his head, Zhuo Fan sighed and shouted: "Shangguan Feixiong, come by my side!"
Shoo!
A burst through the air, Shangguan Feixiong appeared in front of him, Zhuo Fan patted him on the shoulder and looked at the rest of the people: "His aptitude is not very good, but now the emperor ranks are enough to fight your holy realm first-rate. Want to try it?"
"How is this possible?"
With a jump of his eyelids, He Yunshan disdainfully said: "The level difference between the holy realm and the emperor realm is absolutely unreasonable. Even the eight emperors can't move a single hair in the holy realm!"
"Then give it a try!"
With a light push on Guan Feixiong's arm, he flew out steeply. Knowing what he meant, He Yunshan turned his head and gave a disciple a wink. That person also hurriedly flew out, his body shook, and a giant one hundred feet was already standing on top of the nine heavens.
"This is the worst saint on our sacred mountain, I don't make it difficult for you, just let him..."
Boom!
However, his voice did not fall, but when he heard a loud sound that shook the sky, a beam of crimson light was steeped from the giant's chest, and a huge hole was immediately pierced.
The holy mountain disciple hadn't realized what was going on. He already vomited blood and fell like a broken kite. The saint body has long been shattered and can't be maintained.
What's the matter?
The pupils shrank severely, and everyone looked up, only to see a red sword shadow spinning around in the air and returning to Shangguan Feixiong's body.
"The soaring sword seal is offended!"
Glancing at the crowd, Shangguan Feixiong turned his head freely, returned to Zhuo Fan, bowed his fist, and went down again.
I was completely stunned. Those old men couldn't believe it. How could this imperial cultivator seriously injure the holy realm master in an instant?
After Long Di was startled, he couldn't help laughing and admiringly said: "Steward Zhuo is indeed full of talents. Back then, the elder of the Dragon clan told me that all the masters under Butler Zhuo were very human and powerful. Far surpassing my peers, almost the same as my dragon disciples, even before. Now when I see it, it is really extraordinary. I admire, admire, hahaha..."
"The Dragon Emperor is polite!"
With a slight nod, Zhuo Fan gave a faint smile, then turned to the dumbfounded old man, and said coldly: "This is the worst one under me, but through constant life insights, I have also cultivated my own kendo, Dao Wu Heyi is very accessible. You group of sacred mountain corpse vegetarians occupy so many resources, which is a waste and no use. If you are a little self-knowing, it is best to disperse the resources and return to the hidden forests in the future. It is time to rob ordinary cultivators of the qualifications they should have with great power!"
The beard trembled a little, He Yunshan raised his eyes and gave Zhuo Fan a fierce look, then turned and left: "Zhuo Fan, Dragon Emperor, see you on the battlefield!"
"I really don’t see the coffin without tears. I'm already out of reason and still insisting on myself. Humph, that's better, let them see our coalition army, then let him cry without crying, hehe! "
With a cold smile, the Dragon Emperor looked at Zhuo Fan again and said: "Steward Zhuo, this time it is not only my Dragon clan, but also many birds and beasts. Under the call of Lord Saint Beast, we will come one after another. This time we Pull out the sacred mountain without any effort!"
Nodded faintly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Humans, these are hypocritical animals. They want to take advantage forever, but they hate evil, so they make up some grand-sounding excuses. Wait until the cloak of hypocrisy. When I was stripped naked, I played a rogue again. Ha ha ha... I am really ashamed of being a man!"
"That's easy, but Mr. Zhuo would like to join my dragon clan? You got Lord Long Ancestor's remodeled body, and the addition of Lord Qilin's divine arm, you can no longer be regarded as a human!"
"But even so, I still want to be a human being!"
"Why?" Unexpectedly, Longdi looked at him strangely: "Did you just belittle human beings to nothing!"
"Yes, but...some people..."
He bowed his head and glanced at the one in the lower city that was tightly watching him, familiar and reliable face, Zhuo Fan smiled slightly and murmured: "After all, I am not alone now, hehehe..."
On the other hand, the holy mountain all went back to the mountain to prepare for the battle. Along the way, several old men looked gloomy. The old man with long beards looked at He Yunshan and said: "Old guy, is it really going to go to war? Then Zhuo Fan, did he have any relationship with Mr. Shui Jing..."
"Definitely not. To destroy the Sixth Sacred Mountain, he must have asked the Dragon Clan for help. He and Mr. Shui Jing definitely have no relationship with him. Don't worry!"
"Why are you so sure?"
Taking a deep breath, He Yunshan paused for a while and sighed: "The legend says that Mr. Shui Jing, the dragon sees the head and the end, is unpredictable, and never gangs with anyone. If Mr. Shui Jing takes a shot, one person will be enough to annihilate my seven sages. Mountain, why need to find the Dragon Clan to insert a leg? But since the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon Clan army appeared by his side, it proves that the Dragon Clan is his real backer, not Mr. Shui Jing!"
"Oh, it makes sense!"
Nodded clearly, and the old man with long beard became serious again without realizing it: "But even if it is not Mr. Shui Jing, the dragons are not easy to provoke. Now that the front line of the imperial domain has been lost, we must confront them head-on. , I am afraid that the loss will be heavy!"
"Even if the loss is heavy, we must fight!"
With a click, He Yunshan clenched his fist fiercely, and his eyes were extremely firm: "If this is just ordinary revenge and the face of the holy mountain, we can still reconcile. But haven't you heard Zhuo Fan's true intentions? The kid wants to redistribute resources and completely pull out the foundation of our holy mountain in the sanctuary. If we lose this battle, it is equivalent to an eternal hegemony. Once it collapses, the sanctuary is no longer the place where we dominate the world. This is Things we absolutely don't allow, huh!"
If you point your heads clearly, the rest of the people also showed turbulent fighting spirit.
Want to take food from our mouths, but also to smash our jobs? No way, huh...
So, the six mountain owners immediately returned to their sacred mountain and began to arrange them. Because there is no imperial domain as a buffer, it blocks the dragon army's pace as before, on the contrary, it is now their backup. The front line of the holy mountain suddenly became the main battlefield of this war.
So, the battlefield is narrow and the number of people is dense, so it is destined to be a tragic battle this time.
And this is also an unprecedented battle of the sanctuary since the ancient war. Both sides of the battlefield, including the imperial cultivators, dragons, holy mountains, spirit beasts and other major forces, can be described as active creatures, all appeared on this battlefield.
In this way, accompanied by a deafening tremor, some terrifying fluctuations are enough to shake the low-powered repairmen and dragon warriors to death, and become a fish in the pond.
The seven sacred mountains unite with each other, uniting the guardian formations of the mountains and deploying them as a defensive line. Zhuo Fan and the Dragon Emperor command the dragon army to charge violently.
However, there are also many masters in the Seven Sacred Mountains. The Dragon Race alone is equivalent to the combat power of the Three Sacred Mountains, and it is the opponent's defensive force. The Dragon Race immediately fell into a disadvantage and suffered heavy casualties. But Zhuo Fan didn't mind, just so slowly, confronting each other.
When the spirit beast army arrived and the birds and beasts roared together, it was time for Zhuo Fan to show off his might.
He holds the Jiuyou Secret Record in his hand and knows the formation of the world. However, after half a month's time, Zhuo Fan destroyed all the six holy mountains.
In an instant, like a dragon entering the sea and a tiger entering the mountains and forests, a group of beasts rushed forward frantically, and immediately trampled a group of sacred mountain masters to death. Wherever the iron hoofs of the high-level spirit beasts and dragon beasts stepped on, the corpses were all over the field, dead and wounded.
The coalition forces of the Six Sacred Mountains immediately threw their helmets and armors, and were defeated.
Zhuo Fan and others are advancing all the way, crushing each other with several times their combat power. The undefeated sacred mountain that has stood in the sanctuary for tens of millions of years, the glorious pride of mankind, seems to be about to fall.
But on this noisy battlefield, nine mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the sky. Everyone’s eyes were piercing the sky with light, turbulent, ethereal and void. The powerful aura is completely different from any sacred cultivator in the entire sacred mountain...