Fairy Yimiao was secretly proud, with a high-spirited look on her face.
The expressions of Tuoba Yu, Chen Xuanjia and others were obviously gloomy.
The Ghost Sect's Old Man Mo Lin, Ghost Sword Demon Lord, Hu Jiumei and other ghost cultivators all looked gloating.
It seems that there are only two major forces in the Demon Sect, the Ghost Sect and the Demon Sect, but in fact there are many undercurrents inside.
The several sects of the Demon Sect are not monolithic. Over the past thousands of years, they have been fighting for the word "legitimacy".
The Hehuan sect is the weakest among the major demon sects. In the past, neither the Shura sect nor the Tianmo sect paid much attention to these guys who only knew how to harvest yin and replenish yang.
Fortunately, the Hehuan sect's founder, Fairy Hehuan, turned out to be the daughter of the leader of the Yuezhi Yin cult, which instantly put the Hehuan sect on the "orthodox" commanding heights of the Holy Religion.
The culture of the Western Regions is its own system, mainly influenced by grassland peoples and Western peoples. In terms of culture and religious beliefs, it is very different from that of China.
With the new prosperity of the Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions, Chinese culture gradually eroded the Western Regions.
This can be seen from the changes in the disciples of the Demon Sect over the past few thousand years.
When the Demon Sect was first established, almost all of its followers were barbarians. Later, the nine surnames of Zhaowu near Yinshan also began to join the Demon Sect.
The entry of the nine surnames Zhaowu allowed the demon sect to develop in a short period of time.
Because Han people seem to be more suitable for practicing Taoism than Hu people.
In Yue Zhiyin's time, Hans accounted for one-fifth of the disciples within the Demon Sect, disciples of mixed Han and Hu people accounted for one-fifth, and the remaining three-fifths were Hu people.
But now, Han people account for three-fifths of the disciples of the various factions of the Demon Cult, half-bloods account for a little more than one-fifth, and the remaining less than one-fifth are barbarians.
After the Han people became the dominant force of the Bright Fire Sect, the culture of the Middle East gradually replaced the culture of the Western Regions. Over the years, the Demon Sect paid more attention to etiquette, bloodline, orthodoxy, inheritance, etc.
If it had been four thousand years ago, they wouldn't have cared about this at all.
It is because they pay more and more attention to it that these big guys care about the identity of Fairy Hehuan.
This is the intrigue between the Demon Sect and the Demon Sect. The Ghost Sect rose relatively late, only appearing 800 years ago, and it cannot be said to be orthodox at all.
So these big bosses of the Ghost Sect, as bystanders, watch the sects of the Demon Sect dog-eat-dog, can they take pleasure in their misfortune?
The layout of Zhenwu Square and Wanxiantai on the top of Samsara Peak today is much different from yesterday. His Majesty the Emperor of the Central-Earth Court, His Majesty the female She from Kunlun Wonderland, the General Leader of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, the Nine Great Wolf Riders on the Grassland
tribe, the chiefs of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang, the four shoguns who came from Fusang, representatives of Annan Kingdom and other small countries, and a group of
Representatives of foreign races from southern and northern Xinjiang met in Zhenwu Square.
These forces are all mortals, and what they will have to deal with in the future are the six legions of heaven.
There are cultivators from all walks of life on the Ten Thousand Immortals Platform, including the righteous, demonic, Buddhist, wizards, goddesses, goddesses, loose immortals, loose demons, etc. What these people will have to deal with in the future are the six divisions of heaven and humans.
According to the plan, mortals and cultivators discussed their respective issues in the past few days, and after both parties drafted a bill that most people recognized, they discussed the specific follow-up matters together.
Ye Xiaochuan did not let Grandpa Xiaotu carry him up the cliff today. He flew up on the edgeless sword.
As for the little grandfather, he went to hang out with the drunk Taoist.
As soon as they landed on Zhenwu Square, they saw Zi Yan, the elf from the northern Xinjiang, and Meng Ning, the elf from the southern Xinjiang, calling their friends and preparing to fight. The two sides started their battle formation at the northern edge of Zhenwu Square, with hundreds of elves on each side.
Warriors, these purple and black elves, flapping their wings, hanging in the air, bending their bows and setting arrows, the arrows are shining with strange light, let alone spirits.
Spirit, this magic-blessed arrow can kill even a cultivator with one arrow.
The purple elf and the black elf are feuding, and they both dislike each other. Yesterday, Meng Ning and Zi Yan had a fight and it was a draw, so this morning they each got up with a large number of people to make a fight.
Ye Xiaochuan originally wanted to go up and persuade them, but when he saw behind the two elven armies, there were many people waving flags.
Behind Meng Ning were many warriors from the foreign tribes in southern Xinjiang. The Baishan clan leader of the Tianbat clan whom she was familiar with was yelling: "You... you are just a pile of big rocks, what are you looking at?"
There are also many foreign warriors from Northern Xinjiang behind Zi Yan, and there are even many members of the Feiyu Legion slowly wandering in the air.
The Stoneman warrior, who was called a big stone by the leader of the Baishan clan, said in a rough voice: "What are you looking at?"
Chief Baishan shouted: "Oh, the barbarians from northern Xinjiang still dare to challenge me?"
This is no longer the grudge between the black elves and the purple elves, but the grudge between the forty-seven alien races in the northern border and the thirty-six alien races in the southern border.
Both sides cursed at each other and let out beastly roars from time to time.
Ye Xiaochuan was originally worried that they would fight, so he touched his chin and looked at it for a while, then shook his head and left.
Generally speaking, this kind of fierce fight is basically impossible to do.
If there was to be a fight, the two sides would have started fighting long ago. They are both fierce warriors. Who can tolerate others spitting in his face?
The reason why there was no fight must have been that the top brass of both sides had given death orders.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan shaking his head and walking away, Zi Yan, the purple elf from Northern Xinjiang, shouted to Meng Ning: "Xiao Hei, I don't think you have the guts to do anything today. Let's make an appointment tomorrow. I have some things to do with Mr. Ye first.
Take a step."
After saying that, Zi Yan put away her bow and arrows and flew towards Ye Xiaochuan.
Seeing the purple smoke fly away, the purple elves also put away their bows and arrows.
The foreign tribes in southern Xinjiang immediately started making noise, saying that the foreign tribes in northern Xinjiang had given up.
The purple smoke fell on Ye Xiaochuan's left shoulder, and he said happily: "Master Ye, I was so impressive just now, but that Meng Ning of the black elf in southern Xinjiang needs to be dealt with."
Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and said: "I said Purple Smoke Saint, you two belong to the same clan, there is no need to pinch each other as soon as you meet, right?"
Zi Yan said: "Who belongs to the same clan as her? I am a noble purple elf, and she is a lowly black elf! Don't confuse me with her!"
Ye Xiaochuan was helpless.
He happened to have something to ask Zi Yan, so he said: "Yes, I will not interfere with the grievances of your Elf clan. There is something I would like to ask your mother, Chief Zi Shu, for help."
Zi Yan asked curiously: "What's going on?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I want ten drops of water of life."
Zi Yan's little face changed, and she said: "Why do you want the water of life? Ten drops! It takes a hundred years for the Wanxiang Pan to condense one drop, and it takes a thousand years for ten drops to condense. You think the water of life is the Baotu Spring of Middle Earth?
ah!"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Then five drops. I want the water of life to save people. A friend of mine was severely burned and needs the pure life force contained in the water of life to complete the transformation." Zi Yan said.
: "Not even five drops. Last time, an expert attacked the sacred tree altar at night and destroyed the flower of life. We used a lot of sacred water to revive the flower of life. We elves don't have any more water of life now.
