Xu Wuzhou naturally did not do this in his spare time.
He is about to attack the Holy King, and he has just been resting for the past few days, so he reviews the past and learns the new. He looks back on all the things he has done on the way to practice, taking the essence and discarding the dross, so that he can do better in future practice.
Sure enough, after telling Fan Huai'an and the others, and sorting it out, Xu Wuzhou felt suddenly enlightened.
"If you review the past and learn the new, you can become a teacher!"
Xu Wuzhou breathed out gently, then looked at the person who came and said, "Sage Canmeng, do you want to ask me something you don't understand?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone looked weird!
Saint Can Meng is a dignified saint. Even if Xu Wuzhou's theory is very fancy, it is just talk on paper after all. Do we still need to ask him for advice?
"Okay, okay."
Saint Can Meng was too lazy to pay much attention to Xu Wuzhou's bragging here, and said casually: "I know that you once fought fiercely with the saints of the Tiantong clan, fought with the invincible genius, and chatted and laughed with the holy king... But there is no rush in these, we are ready to go!"
"Okay, I've been waiting for a long time!" Xu Wuzhou responded with bright eyes.
Saint Canmeng rolled his eyes at Xu Wuzhou and did not answer, but motioned for them to follow.
Everyone also didn't care too much and hurriedly put down the Buddhist scriptures in their hands and set off with Saint Canmeng.
This area where the ruins were born has long been cleared away by the Holy Land of Thousand Cities and the Holy Land of Bones.
Both sides agreed almost at the same time that the only ones who could compete for the inheritance of the Great Sage this time were them and the forces behind them, nothing more.
It is unknown how the Trace Bone Holy Land cooperated with the Tianling Tribe. Anyway, the Demonic Sound Tribe gave Saint Canmeng a price that he could not refuse.
Not only will they be able to establish trade routes and achieve common prosperity, but they will also give Saint Canmeng a name among the Moyin Clan, and he will be one of their own from now on.
As long as the Demonic Clan does not fall, Canmeng Saint can hold his own and soar up!
Whether he can become a Saint King or not, Can Meng Saint feels it is hard to say. After all, his qualifications are limited and the realm of Saint King is beyond his reach!
However, mid-level saints are absolutely safe. Depending on enough saint origin, high-level saints are also promising.
How could Saint Canmeng not give up the opportunity to the Moyin clan without giving up the opportunity, and help Yuan Piaopiao with his own hands?
Xu Wuzhou looked at the unremarkable scenery and said: "There is indeed Buddhist charm and Buddhist meaning constantly echoing here, but not much. It seems to be leaking from the ruins. There are really going to be ruins here."
Everyone looked at Xu Wuzhou with some contempt.
Saint Canmeng has already made it clear about this matter. Is it interesting for Xu Wuzhou to be so hindsight?
If the ruins were not about to be revealed, would they have gathered here quickly?
In addition, why can’t they feel the Buddhist charm and meaning that Xu Wuzhou mentioned?
We must know that among them, not only are some of the most powerful and powerful people already possessing the foundation of Buddhism, but they have also been studying Buddhist scriptures for many years, and it is useless to sharpen their guns in battle. How can they be inferior to Xu Wuzhou, a bastard who eats and drinks?
Yuan Piaopiao glanced at Xu Wuzhou in surprise.
This is all because she can also feel the Buddhist charm and meaning permeating this place, but the number is small, and it is difficult for people without sufficient talent or attainments in Buddhism to detect it.
She thought she was the only one present who could sense it, but she didn't expect that Xu Wuzhou could also notice it.
"Is he really just pretending to be crazy?" Yuan Piaopian stared at the bearded man with suspicion.
However, before Yuan Pianpian could think any more, a cold voice floated over.
"Yuan Piaopiao, it's really you... Why do you insist on going against me and being at odds with our Tianling Clan?"
The person who spoke came here in style. Her expression was cold and her appearance was as beautiful as Yuan Piaopiao, the little princess of the Moyin Tribe. She was even better.
Compared with Yuan Piaopiao's sometimes innocent appearance, this girl appears to be more mature, giving people a sense of superiority.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a diamond-shaped mark between her eyebrows, glowing with a lavender light. Just looking at this light makes me feel an unparalleled sense of oppression, which is extremely uncomfortable.
"Yao Xueman, the princess of the Tianling Tribe!"
"Is she going to become a Holy King soon? Is she here for the inheritance of the Great Sage this time?"
"Her coming here represents the attitude of the Tianling Tribe, so do we still want to fight with her?"
Many top powerful men were talking in awe, and they were in awe of this royal lady who had arrived.
"Why are they so afraid of this woman?" Xu Wuzhou asked curiously.
Although it is beautiful and powerful, why is it like this!
"Brother Xie, that is Yao Xueman. The princess of the Tianling Tribe will even be the leader of the next generation. How can they not be afraid of this!"
Fan Huai'an sighed and said: "The Demonic Clan is certainly powerful, but their tyranny is only a part of it. It relies more on the network of relationships throughout the world and the terrifying wealth accumulated over the years, but the Tianling Clan...
It is a behemoth! Even if everything else is put aside, it is still powerful and terrifying, especially this kind of race with a long history, which often has terrifying background that no one else knows!"
"Brother Xie, have you seen the diamond-shaped mark between Yao Xueman's eyebrows?" Fan Huai settled down for a moment and said.
"I saw it." Xu Wuzhou felt that the purple light was particularly dazzling, and there was also a vague coercion mixed with it, which made people very uncomfortable.
"This is the destiny mark of the Tianling Clan!"
Fan Huai'an said cautiously: "It is said that red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo, and purple are the seven classes of the Tianling Clan. She is purple, a member of the royal family, and will be the future leader of the Tianling Clan!"
"But……"
Xu Wuzhou asked in confusion: "Is this good if the mark of life is so exposed?"
He has seen that many races have accompanying natal objects. The two are closely related, almost sharing life and death.
Once the things of your destiny are destroyed, even if you die suddenly, you are not far away from death.
Therefore, the warriors of these races take great care of their natal things. For example, the Ziyang tribe's natal fire is in their bodies. If they want to destroy their natal things, they must first disembowel them.
They were all disemboweled, so the things that were destined to be destroyed could not be destroyed. Xu Wuzhou felt that it was almost the same.
However, with the Tianling clan growing so brightly between their eyebrows...are they really not afraid of being assassinated?
"Brother Xie, you don't know something!"
Fan Huai'an explained: "Normally speaking, if the things of their destiny are destroyed, then the warriors will die, right? But the Tianling Clan is different. If their things of destiny are not destroyed, there will be almost no danger.
Even if their life is damaged, as long as their body is not worried, it is still possible to bring this thing back in the future."
"What? There is such a race?" Xu Wuzhou was simply shocked.