"The temple is powerful. It would be best if the Ming army joins forces with us to fight, but..." Meng Lan pondered for a moment, "Has the king ever thought about whether the Ming army will bite us back after the temple is destroyed?!
At this time, the entire Shenshan Mountain area is under the control of the Ming Army. We are traveling through the waterway. Once our retreat is cut off, we will be in a passive situation!"
Zhuo Yang smiled calmly and raised his hand to click on a place on the map.
"If that day comes, this is our retreat!" He pointed to the northwest plateau in the northwest corner of the eastern continent. "With this plateau as our base, are we still afraid of the Ming army?
"
The northwest plateau has a harsh climate and has always been inaccessible to people. For the demons who live in the ice and snow of the northern continent all year round, such a place is enough to become a paradise.
Meng Lan nodded, hesitated for a while, and then spoke again, "Your Majesty, my subordinate has something unclear. I don't know whether I should ask or not!"
"I know, you all want to know the reason!" Zhuo Yang turned around and looked at the few people calmly, "There are two reasons. The first is that I owe them a favor, and the second is that I don't want the past to happen again. Back then, the devil
The two tribes fought to the death, leaving the immortal tribe with a chance. This time, I don’t want history to repeat itself!"
Except for Zhuo Ya, everyone's expressions changed.
"Your Majesty, you mean the ghost tribe?!" Niu Ding said in a sullen voice, "Who is the ghost tribe?!"
"Is Mo Li a ghost clan?!" Xiling asked.
"It's not Mo Li!" Zhuo Ya took over, "Ming Yue is the Ghost King!"
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sacred mountain.
In the Xuantian Hall, the golden-robed Pope calmly looked at Gong Ao who was kneeling in front of him, "Get up!"
Gong Ao raised his face, "His Holiness the Pope?!"
The golden-robed Pope's tone remained calm, "The previous priest is dead. Since the Blood Jade Waist Card is in your hand, from today on, you will punish the great priest!"
Master is dead?!
Complex emotions arose in Gong Ao's heart, but soon, the reluctance in his heart was replaced by ecstasy. He suppressed his mood and prevented his face from showing joy. He respectfully clasped three buttons at the Pope, "Gong Ao
Aobian will not let you down or let the temple down!"
"Yes!" The golden-robed Pope gently nodded, "The Ming army is openly hostile to the temple and disrespects Xuantian, which is heresy. Since you are the great priest of punishment, you should handle this matter!"
"Yes!" Gong Ao agreed respectfully, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely destroy these disrespectful people!"
"I wonder what the high priest is going to do?!" The high priest of Guangming, wearing a snow-white robe, asked loudly.
Gong Ao stood up straight, his face full of cruelty, "Of course I will lead an army to baptize the Ming Dynasty and let them pay with blood!"
"Lord Pope!" The Great Priest of Guangming frowned and looked at the golden-robed Pope, "Once a war breaks out, the people of the world will suffer. Sir, think twice!"
Before the Pope could speak, Gong Ao had already asked, "If the people of the Ming Dynasty are loyal followers of our Xuantian Divine Religion, they will definitely stand with the divine army, so how can they suffer from the war?!"
"What if they don't have the divine army standing together?!" asked the Great Priest of Guangming.
"To defend heresy is to stand with the devil. Naturally, you are the enemy of my temple and will be punished by the wrath of God!" Gong Ao said.