Chapter nine hundred and twenty-fifth Gongming exit
Wen Zhong camp, Xiao Ziyu had nothing to do, just wandering around the camp, or meeting some lieutenants to teach them martial arts.
"Um!"
Suddenly feeling something, Xiao Ziyu's face suddenly lit up with joy.
"Brother, you are out of seclusion and your injuries have been healed!" Xiao Ziyu asked with a smile when he saw Zhao Gongming.
Wen Zhong left and now relied on him alone. To be honest, Xiao Ziyu was a little powerless facing those people in Xiqi.
After all, Xiqi is a monk with three Da Luo Jinxian.
Even if Xiao Ziyu relied on formations, he could barely deal with the two Da Luo Jinxian, and the current Hunyuan formation had also been destroyed by Ran Deng and the others.
But it was really difficult for him to resist those people alone.
Now that Zhao Gongming is out of quarantine, Xiao Ziyu feels a lot more relieved. With Zhao Gongming blocking him in front, he feels extremely safe.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work these days."
Zhao Gongming smiled slightly, he knew that he was in seclusion, and Wen Zhong's camp was supported by Xiao Ziyu.
In the Xiqi Camp, the cultivation level of each of the Chanjiao disciples is no worse than that of his junior brothers. Fortunately, they are better at formation formations than the Chanjiao disciples.
"Haha! Now that you are out of seclusion, senior brother, I can hide behind you and be lazy," Xiao Ziyu also said with a smile.
"Slippery"
Xiao Ziyu's strength is not weak, especially the spiritual treasures on his body. Even he is envious of them. Whether it is the money of the fallen spiritual treasures or the Hunyuan Yiqi talisman with unparalleled defense, he does not have these.
Moreover, the Hunyuan Hammer in Xiao Ziyu's hand is not much different from the Ding Haizhu in his hand.
Even if he faced a Daluo Jinxian, there wouldn't be much danger, but there were too many people there, and they were very shameless. When he was in seclusion to recuperate, he was also worried about Xiao Ziyu's injuries.
damaged.
Now that he saw that Xiao Ziyu was completely fine, he felt a lot more relieved.
"By the way, junior brother, why didn't you see junior nephew Wen Zhong?" Suddenly Zhao Gongming frowned and asked.
"Oh! He! He knows Jin'ao Island!"
"Go back to Jin'ao Island? What's going on?"
Zhao Gongming's face was immediately filled with doubts. He knew very well the character of his nephew.
Knowing that the other party was loyal to Shang Tang, it was naturally impossible for him to take back Jin'ao Island because he saw danger.
"It's like this. After you went into seclusion, senior brother, another monk from Xiqi came to Da Luo Jinxian,"
"What? Another Daluo Jinxian monk came here to explain that apart from Guangchengzi and Ran Deng, is there another Daluo Jinxian? It's impossible."
Zhao Gongming asked with his eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's not the one who explained the teaching. He said he was a Sanshi from West Kunlun, but I know that the other person's identity is the Prince of Jinwu."
"Wen Zhong also heard about the Golden Crow Crown Prince and wondered if the demon clan had also joined Xiqi's side, so he went back and brought the news to Master."
Xiao Ziyu said.
"Prince Golden Crow, demon clan?"
When Zhao Gongming heard this, he frowned deeply. He was a direct disciple of Saint Tongtian and knew many secrets of the ancient world.
Although the lich is now lonely, the prehistoric continent is dominated by the human race, but the strength of the lich is still very powerful.
Especially the power of the demon clan. If their master, Tongtian Saint, were removed, they would definitely be just children when facing the demon clan.
In the ancient lich war, the two lich clans suffered heavy casualties.
But the strength left behind is still a giant compared to the current Jiejiao. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Zhao Gongming knew very well that the power of the demon clan was definitely far beyond what they could teach.
Among the surviving demon gods and even demon saints, which one is not a Daluo Jinxian, and even has the cultivation level of a quasi-sage.
But because of the saints, they had to hide.
If the Yaozu really wants to join the Chan Cult, it will be really bad news for them.
"Senior brother, I'm worried about the demon clan's problem."
Xiao Ziyu asked with a chuckle when he saw Zhao Gongming's solemn look.
"Um!"
"Actually, senior brother, you don't need to worry. I think this Golden Crow Prince is just paying attention to himself and cannot represent the demon clan."
"Think about what Master said before. This calamity is between our three religions. The other people are eager to stay away from here. The demon clan is still cultivating. As the leader of the demon clan, how can she ignore it?
Understand, she will never let the demon clan get involved."
"Without the order from Empress Nuwa, do you think any demon clan would dare to get involved? Only this ignorant Prince Jinwu would get involved secretly,"
Xiao Ziyu knew very well that Nuwa would never participate in this calamity, and even if he wanted to participate, he probably would not join the Chanjiao.
Because the conflict between her and me is too great. The two sides have already had conflicts over the issue of the human race. How can she help the Chan Sect and the Human Sect?
"Well! What junior brother said is not unreasonable, but there are some things that we still have to guard against. Wen Zhong just happened to be able to give Master a warning when he goes back."
Zhao Gongming was not like Wen Zhong. After hearing Xiao Ziyu's explanation, he immediately thought about it.
"Actually, senior brother, I'm not worried about the demon clan, I'm really worried about the West."
"The West? Are you worried about that side?"
Zhao Gongming was very surprised.
"That's right! What I'm worried about is that saint. With that saint's character, senior brother, do you think he will take advantage of him?"
"And you should know that our master has the Zhuxian Sword Formation in his hands. This is a top-notch formation that cannot be broken by the Four Saints. Think about it if our second uncle wants to win against the master, what do you think he will do?
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Xiao Ziyu kept reminding Zhao Gongming.
"No way! This is an internal matter of our three religions after all. How could the second uncle let those two Westerners get involved?"
Zhao Gongming's eyes widened when he heard Xiao Ziyu's words. Xiao Ziyu's words shocked him too much.
"Why, once we win the Jie Jiao, then the Chan Jiao will suffer heavy losses. Do you think our second uncle could let this happen?"
"this···"
Xiao Ziyu's words immediately left Zhao Gongming speechless. He knew the character of his second uncle, who was absolutely arrogant.
How can we tolerate failure? If so, we can only seek help from other saints.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming's expression suddenly changed. If this is really the case, then they are really in danger.
"No, I have to go back now and remind Master."
Zhao Gongming couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to go back immediately.
"No, senior brother, these are just our guesses. Besides, we can't live without you here."
"Once you leave, I won't be able to hold on any longer. If we lose here, we won't be able to stop Xiqi's victory. Then we, Jiejiao, will be passive."