Palace Master Haoran looked at Zhu Tong and Yun Xiang in front of him, thought about Ping En who had returned before, and the information his confidants had brought back, and couldn't help but sigh.
The people around him have lost the courage to take action against Sun Xu. If this continues, the situation will really get out of control.
We must find a way!
It's a pity that if the solution had been so easy to come up with, Sun Xu wouldn't be still alive and kicking now. The people of Feidu Sect thought of a solution earlier and more than they did, and they were almost destroyed in the same way.
In fact, the main reason why the Feiling Emperor was able to survive was that Sun Xu didn't know that he was still alive, otherwise he would definitely not be able to survive.
As one of the oldest visitors from the upper world, Palace Master Haoran naturally has some tricks. For example, when he can't think of a way, he will ask for help.
If you can't count on the people around you, you can only seek help from the upper world.
He immediately left his palace and stood at an altar on the mountain behind Haoran Palace. He screened everyone away and entered alone. From the space ring, he took out a piece of incense that was wrong with his fingers.
He raised his hand to summon a wisp of flame, lit the incense, and a wisp of white smoke curled around Nana and went upward into the sky.
Palace Master Haoran muttered words and danced about it. It was a kind of prayer ceremony, and it was regarded as worshiping gods. And this incense stick has a resounding name, called the incense to invite gods.
This is indeed the case. With no other option, Palace Master Haoran decided to seek help from the monk in the upper realm, the Shangfang plane.
As long as anyone from above comes down, Sun Xu will definitely die without a burial place. Even if the monks trapped in the world of cultivation can break through to the emperor level, they are still very limited.
In the upper world, emperor-level monks like them are simply ordinary existences.
Standing quietly by the side, thinking wildly, a middle-aged man's face appeared in the smoke of incense, and he looked at Palace Master Haoran impatiently.
"What's going on?"
Palace Master Haoran did not dare to neglect, and quickly explained the matter in detail, and also made a request: "I hope to send strong men to the world of cultivation to kill this kid!"
"It's a shame that a bunch of losers, who have such a huge advantage, would do something like this!"
Apart from nodding, Palace Master Haoran did not dare to express any emotions. After the other party finished venting, he breathed a long sigh of relief. This adult was considered kind.
"You guys should be on guard first. I'll think about how to wipe your ass later, you loser!"
After another scolding, the incense was extinguished, and the middle-aged man disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before. Palace Master Haoran also regained his confidence.
As long as the upper realm sends people down, then everything will be fine. Little Sun Xu is already at his fingertips.
All the previous negative emotions were swept away, and the whole person felt much lighter.
After getting off the altar, the subordinates who were guarding here, as well as all the emperor-level experts, all gathered around him and looked at him expectantly: "How is it?"
"Don't worry, everyone should go back and do their own thing. Sun Xu's matter will not take long, and someone will naturally solve it!" Palace Master Haoran told everyone easily, which also made many strong people feel at ease and finally settled down.
Some time before this, there were still people who dreamed at night that they were caught by Sun Xu and had their heads chopped off.
It sounded a bit ridiculous at first, but as various intelligences were collected, some people began to believe that this should be a fact.
A young monk who is not even from the world of cultivation, but from the small world below, has brought pressure to the visitors from the upper world, which has made them unable to sleep.
In the past, Sun Xu would probably be a little proud, but after reading that diary, he completely gave up the idea.
The whole world is a well, the earth is a small well, the world of cultivation is a big well, and now I want to jump out of this big well.
The war is still going on, and the upper realm's sphere of influence is vigorously promoting it. The three armies of the Nine Heavens were killed in one fell swoop, and the important general Jin Peng was killed.
Sun Xu had already broken off an arm, and then came the other generals, who were eliminated one by one.
At the same time, the control of information about the Nine Heavens within the sphere of influence has become increasingly tight, and even some monks from the Inner Nine Mountains dare not even mention their hometowns.
If he is overheard, he will definitely be arrested and interrogated, but the key is to torture him.
The Inner Nine Mountains are a mountain that is no less impressive than the Outer Nine Mountains. There are countless human forces in it, and more than three billion humans live and practice here.
Various forces are mixed here, and the number of infected people is also extremely large, which brings huge trouble to the Dragon Sealing Army.
There are people everywhere, and any movement made by the army will be known to everyone, which is very detrimental to the operation.
After a brief discussion between Feng Shang and Long Shisan, the 20 million troops under their command were divided into 20,000 parts, each acting according to a certain path and taking care of each other.
Just in case, Long Shisan blocked the spiritual perception within a hundred thousand miles for a certain period of time.
Anyone who is not a member of the Ninth Heavenly Court will find that their spiritual consciousness is disabled after entering this area, and everything needs to be perceived with eyes and ears.
Ten days later, everything returned to normal. Countless people discovered a terrifying fact. Twenty million troops disappeared without a trace. Where did they go?
The forces in the upper realm inevitably began to panic, and a large number of inspectors were dispatched everywhere to investigate people with unknown origins.
Dragnets have been set up at various key intersections, waiting for Fenglong's army to be reduced to pieces and then fall into the trap.
It is a pity that Feng Shang and Long Shisan did not directly lead the army to cross the Jiuchong Mountains and go south. Instead, they chose to continue westward and drove out for millions of miles before turning around and heading south.
The target is already obvious, Foguang Temple, the disciple of Monk Jishi.
Monk Jishi is also among the army. This goal was proposed by him. The main reason is that after the last massacre by his senior brother, the current strength of Foguang Temple is very weak. Also, Foguang Temple has great influence on Zhongzhou Continent and even the entire world of cultivation.
Very powerful.
Once caught, it will be a huge blow to the enemy's morale, and it will be a huge propaganda for one's own side.
Of course, he also has a little selfishness. The world is now in chaos, infected people are running rampant everywhere, monsters are emerging in endlessly, and he doesn't know whether his romantic debt is still in this world.
As for his status as a monk, he doesn't care at all. Buddha cannot save people, and now he can only save himself. He still cares about what kind of Buddha he is.