"Won't the goddess stay a few more days?"

In the far north, in front of the Valley of the Goddess, Qingqing looked at the human goddess who was about to leave and politely tried to persuade her to stay.

"No more."

Tantai Jingyue stared at the Goddess Valley ahead, and responded calmly, "The weather will get warmer soon, and the eight tribes of Mobei are about to send troops. I must rush back as soon as possible."

"You humans really like civil strife."

Qingqing said with a smile but not a smile, "The extreme night and winter are coming soon, and our monster army will be approaching the city. You humans are still fighting among yourself."

"It's all about survival."

Tantai Jingyue sighed softly and responded, "The cold winter has made Mobei unsuitable for human habitation. The eight tribes have no choice but to go south."

Having said this, Tantai Jingyue withdrew her gaze, looked at the demon goddess in front of her, and said seriously, "Goddess, if I, the Eight Tribes of Mobei, conquer the Central Plains and become the leader in the world, I am willing to give up Mobei to calm the war between the two clans.

Under the conditions, can the goddess be allowed to give up the war?"

"impossible."

Qingqing shook his head and responded with a serious expression, "Even if I agree, the tribe will not agree. Thousands of years ago, the human tribe promised me the territory of the two states of the demon tribe in exchange for help. For this, we, the demon tribe, paid the price of blood and sacrifice.

In the end, it was betrayed by the human race. This hatred cannot be compensated by a state. We, the demon race, will do our best to get back what belongs to our race."

After listening to the answer of the demon clan goddess, Tantai Jingyue looked helpless and said, "The grudges from thousands of years ago have long since passed away, and now no force can control the world's territory like the original Taoist sect. The Taoist sect can give up two

The land of the state is for the monster race to thrive, but we cannot. Neither Mobei nor Dashang, nor the Tianyu Palace of the Western Regions, have the right to speak."

"I understand."

Qingqing nodded and responded, "So, war is inevitable."

"If possible, I, the human race, really don't want to go to war with the demon race."

Tantai Jingyue glanced at the Goddess Valley in front of her again, feeling the powerful auras still sleeping inside, and said with a complex expression, "The final result of the battle between the two clans will only be that both sides will suffer losses."

Although the demon clan has been severely weakened by the betrayal of the human race, a thousand years have passed and the human race is no longer the human race of the past, far from the glory of the Taoist era.

If the two tribes went to full-scale war, it would not be a small fight like four years ago.

At that time, all the demon kings and demon kings in the Goddess Valley, as well as the other demon clan realms in the Far North, will wake up.

For the human race, there is no doubt that this will be a catastrophe.

"Tantai Goddess, actually you and I both understand that it is impossible for the two races to make peace, at least not until they have experienced war."

Qing Qing said calmly, "Peace is the result of war, whether it is human race or monster race, it is the same."

"I said too much."

Tantai Jingyue sighed softly, "Goddess, let's say goodbye now. If we meet on the battlefield someday, we will probably not have the opportunity to talk like this again."

"Goddess, go slowly. To avoid suspicion, I won't send you off."

Qingqing looked at the amazingly talented and beautiful goddess of the human race in front of her and responded calmly.

The human race has a saying that is very good, nine out of ten things in the world are not going as planned, and she does not want to go to war with the human race. However, the grievances between the two races, the hatred of the tribesmen, and the pressure of survival forced her to make this decision.

When the two clans go to war, the demon clan may win or lose. No one knows the outcome.

However, without experiencing this war, the anger and ambition of the people will not be extinguished.

"Goddess, I hope we will never see each other again."

At the moment of parting, Tantai Jingyue bowed her hands politely, then turned and left.

In front of the Valley of the Goddess, Qingqing looked at the retreating figure of the human goddess with an increasingly complicated expression.

Four years ago, the trip to the human world changed her impression of the human race a lot. The human race was not all betrayal and ugliness.

But, she had no choice.

Half a day later, outside the polar night world, Tantai Jingyue walked out, looking at the snow-covered Mobei land in front of her, a look of powerlessness and sadness flashed in her eyes.

In the hearts of everyone in Mobei, the grassland is their hometown. Although the Central Plains is rich, it is not what they yearn for.

She, too.

But, they have to live.

War is undoubtedly ugly, and no matter how much whitewash it is, it is useless. In order to conquer the Central Plains, the Mobei Iron Cavalry undoubtedly committed heinous crimes.

Massacre the city, capture the city, set fire to the city, and use all possible means.

She doesn't deny it.

After standing still for a long time, Tantai Jingyue knelt down and reached out to touch the grass roots that were frozen to death by the ice and snow on the grassland. His eyes became more and more painful.

However, these sorrows did not last long.

After a while, Tantai Jingyue stood up again, her eyes became determined and cold again, and she walked away.

Just when Tantai Jingyue left the far north and rushed to the Central Plains.

Nanling, between the mountains.

Li Youwei looked at the Central Plains in the distance and said, "Holy Son, we will send it here."

"Will Miss Li not return to the Central Plains?"

On the side, Fu Tianxi stopped and asked in confusion.

"Won't come back."

Li Youwei shook her head slightly and responded, "When the Holy Son arrives in the Central Plains, he can first find a shop belonging to the Li family. After they see Jin Ling, they will immediately take the Holy Son to the nearest Li family stronghold. At that time, the Holy Son will

I can get the latest news from my little brother.”

"Understood."

When Fu Tianxi heard the words of the Li family's daughter in front of him, he nodded and said, "Then I'll go ahead and say goodbye."

After saying that, Fu Tianxi said no more, turned around, and his whole body was filled with flames, turning into fire wings. The next moment, his wings shook, and his figure quickly moved away.

"This Holy Son of Suzaku will soon enter the late stage of the Five Realms."

Behind Li Youwei, the woman in white robe spoke and said in a solemn voice, "If I can win him over to be used by the Li family, it will be a big help."

"Not easy."

On the side, the man in black robe shook his head and replied, "The saint son of such a large sect has a very firm mind and a strong sense of belonging to the sect. It is difficult to persuade him."

"It depends on my little brother."

Ahead, Li Youwei said in a calm tone, "We have already sent him over. Next, it depends on his ability."

"Only by taking one step at a time and taking the first step can you take the helm of the Li family."

From behind, the woman in white robe responded calmly, "This is a critical moment for the Li family to turn around. He must grasp the rudder in his hands and not make a wrong step."

"I think the day when that little guy promises us is coming soon."

Next to him, a man in black robe showed a nostalgic smile on his face and said, "I vaguely remember that that year, he was only a seven-year-old child when he said those words. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."
Chapter completed!