Both Young Master and Goatee looked embarrassed. They had wasted so much effort and not only failed to solve the hidden danger, they also lost a beautiful hostage.
The two looked at each other angrily and stepped back. They did not deal with the Buddhist disciples, but now they are going to fight for the final victory. This is very unrealistic. If both sides suffer losses, then wouldn't it be a tragedy if the Buddhist disciples appear again?
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The more you experience life and death on the battlefield, the more cautious you will naturally be, because if you are careless, you will lose your head.
Seeing the two retreating, Zhan Tian touched his nose and felt a little regretful. His plan was to wait for the two of them to fight to the death and attack them secretly. Unfortunately, they were obviously not that stupid.
With a thought, I returned to the princess universe.
He sensed the aura of Enlightenment. After checking it, he couldn't help but be stunned, because although the Buddha's cultivation had reached the eleventh level, he was obviously injured. After looking at the little nun being taken care of by Hou Tu and the little princess, he
Fly quickly to the ninety-ninth floor of hell.
"Wudao, what's going on?" Zhan Tian said with some confusion.
"Fellow Daoist Zhan Tian, no, sir, I have already said before that I will come to the Princess Universe to resolve my resentment since I fell into cultivation. I happened to be injured this time and was rescued by Confucian Ancestor and the others, so I am here to fulfill my promise." Buddha.
There was a smile on his face, nothing strange about him.
Zhan Tian checked the memory of the demon species and found that it was indeed the case. Not only was he injured, but the others were also injured. Sword Ancestor even broke an arm. Fortunately, they escaped into the Buddhist temple with all their might.
Stronghold, teleport away from the battlefield.
On the fourteenth-level battlefield, there was not a single Buddhist disciple left. If it weren't for their good luck, the only three Dao disciples who besieged them would have been defeated. From Buddha's memory, he saw that it was not just Confucian ancestors and the others who were besieging them.
Several people left the battlefield, including Wu Xin and Demon Dragon Ancestor. They were even more seriously injured, and Demon Dragon Ancestor even fell into a coma.
"Is my Demon Dragon sister okay?"
"Sir Wu Xin said it's okay. It's just that his heart was injured. I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate, mainly because he needs the Origin Stone..."
Zhan Tian shook his fist, told Wu Dao to take good care of his body, and returned to Princess Peak.
The little nun was lying on the recliner, Hou Tu was chatting with her about something, and the little princess on the side was holding a cute pink rabbit, giggling non-stop.
Zhan Tian stepped forward, checked on the little nun's condition, and found that she was fine. He explained a few words to Hou Tu and the little princess, and left in a hurry.
The Demon Dragon Ancestor was injured, or his heart was injured, which made Zhan Tian no longer in the mood to wait. The battlefield outside the territory is very special, and you cannot withdraw at will, because once you withdraw, all your military achievements will be lost, unless you wait for the battlefield to end and the winner is determined.
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Withdrew, Zhan Tian was unwilling to give up. With so many battle achievements, he should be able to exchange for a lot of Origin Stones. Sister Demon Dragon's cultivation level is so high, and he doesn't have the Origin Stones, so he can't save her at all. Going there will only increase the sadness.
On the battlefield, everything seemed to be so peaceful, but the careful Zhan Tian discovered that some of the names on the merit list had changed and disappeared. At first, he thought they were killed by him before, but upon closer inspection, he found that
, just this moment, another change occurred. The name of the third person actually turned gray, and then slowly disappeared.
The second and third ones seemed to be from the Confucian sect. Could it be that the young master took action or that the Confucian sect was having internal strife. From the memories of those remaining souls, Zhan Tian already knew that most of the disciples of the Confucian and Taoist sects were outsiders.
As for the staff, the real Confucian and Taoist sects almost never send anyone to the battlefield below level 20.
Zhan Tian secretly hid his figure and approached the colorful light spot in the center of the battlefield.
Sure enough, around the light spot, countless Confucian and Taoist disciples were confronting each other. The atmosphere was very strange, full of gunpowder smell, and only a little fuse was missing.
"Master Zhen, as long as you give me this battlefield, I will give you my gourd, how about it?" Goatee narrowed his eyes and said.
"Haha, Mr. Jia, do you believe what you say? Your junior brother can do it, how can I dare to believe you?"
"Nonsense, don't throw dirty water on me. It was obviously you who carried out the sneak attack..."
"Haha, I'm not interested in seeking justice for your junior brother. If you quit, how about I give you an eleventh-level universe as compensation?"
"Haha, I don't dare to ask for what you give me. You give it to me with your left hand and ask your fellow tribesmen to take back your right hand. I'm not a fool..."
"Then there's no need to talk anymore?" Young Master's expression changed and he waved his hand.
"Do it!" Goatee was unambiguous. His junior brother actually wanted to steal his treasure gourd, but he didn't know that the treasure gourd had been completely refined by him and was eventually killed by him. This also led to him having to give it to his disciple.
With an explanation, the blame can only be placed on Mr. Zhen.
Mr. Zhen is not an economical person. Niubi has lost a junior brother. If he was only half sure before, now he is at least 70% sure. If the delay continues and Niubi comes back to have a senior brother, it may be difficult. In the eleventh-level universe, he doesn't care, he
What he cares about is making achievements and gaining approval from the family elders. As for Zhan Tian, although he is worried, he can't care about it. The nights are long and the dreams are many. At most, he can be careful after killing Niubi.
The two leaders had given the order, and the battle naturally began.
Swords were flying around, broadswords were slashing at random, and screams could be heard from time to time. There were also those who poisoned, those who spread lime, and those who made stealth attacks.
This opened Zhan Tian's eyes. Why did the struggle of high-level monks feel like a gang fight between street gangsters? What he didn't know was that in this twenty-nine-level universe, these outside forces still had
He really belongs to the low-level gangster level.
A real army can only be seen on the battlefield of more than 20 levels.
There was a melee, probably involving thousands of people. Zhan Tian also started to move after Master Zhen and Jia Xiaoren started fighting.
Carefully checking the auras of these disciples, Zhan Tian would not hesitate to use black fists as long as they were entangled with resentment and death. Although it was not glorious, the effect was surprisingly good.
They are also at the eleventh level of peak cultivation, but without any skills, they are really far behind Master Zhen and Jia Xiaoren. Zhan Tian stealth makes a sneak attack, and if he is dealing with those two people, his stealth is a lie.
He was on his own. But when dealing with these followers, the effect was surprisingly good.
A boy was punched in the stomach and took two steps back. The opponent was about to step forward to hit him, but suddenly he found that the guy who stepped back had disappeared. He muttered a few words and looked for his opponent again. There were many people.
As long as it is an enemy, it will always be red, so you will not be mistaken for the person and it will be easy to find.
An hour later, half of the people were missing from the battlefield, but they were all red-eyed. After all, the comrades around them were dead, and the resentment would naturally affect the living people...