Mei Qingfeng's expression was tense in mid-air, and he was leading a group of old disciples to patrol around. In the dark sky, the magnificent clouds and dense purple air were significantly reduced compared to the past.
This is a sign that the sect's fortune has been greatly reduced. It is roughly estimated that it is less than 30% of what it was in its heyday, and the trend of dissipation of fortune has not yet completely ended.
At this moment, more than one-third of the vast void continent with a radius of billions of miles has been torn apart in the earth-shattering battle. The sect's mountain-protecting formation built on this basis has long since collapsed.
As for the former disciples, only 20 to 30% of them are still alive today, and many of them were affected by the war and were seriously injured.
In a word, the tragic blow that the Luck Palace suffered this time is something that has never been experienced in the past tens of millions of years. It is not known how long it will take to repair the trauma and return to its previous peak state.
"Damn Celestial Race..."
Even with the magnanimity of the saintly daughter, Mei Qingfeng still couldn't help but have the urge to greet their eighteenth generation ancestors at this moment. If it hadn't been for that group of aliens causing trouble, how could his sect have suffered such a disaster?
Of course, the Palace of Calamity and Luck worked with them in the past and secretly gained too many undeserved benefits. Now this calamity seems to be due to some mysterious karma?
On the vast land, groups of disciples can be seen from time to time repairing various formation nodes. There are also high-ranking elders in the void gathering the broken land masses with great magic power, and then rejoining them with the giant continent.
It's just that such a huge project not only requires exaggerated consumption, but also lacks manpower. It will not be completed in a day. At present, we can only take one step at a time.
"...Your Highness, a large number of demon clan descendants have appeared in the Muyang Star Territory. The remaining disciples are overwhelmed and are in urgent need of support from the sect." An elder came over to salute and reported.
"I know, I'll go discuss it with Master right now."
Mei Qingfeng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, feeling mentally and physically exhausted.
Perhaps due to the sharp decline in the sect's luck, during this period of time, the number of attacks by demon legions encountered in many territories has become more and more frequent, and the scale is getting larger and larger, and the individual demons that appear are becoming more and more powerful. , so that the sect's mobile support force was exhausted, suffered heavy casualties, and was no longer as comfortable as before.
In the sect's meeting hall.
At this moment, Ziyang Xianzun, the founder of the Jie Yun Palace, was sitting on the main seat with a gloomy expression. Yun Miaozi was standing with his head bowed below. There were also a group of surviving senior elders present, all of whom looked respectful.
"...Look at the good things you have done!"
Ziyang Immortal Lord stared at Yun Xiaozi coldly, the fury in his heart could hardly be suppressed, so much so that he had the urge to shoot him to death more than once. After he led his disciples to ascend, these descendants left behind What are they?
Colluding with other people for their own gain, betraying the interests of the Taixu Starry Sky, secretly cooperating with the Celestials for so many years, thinking that they are clever and taking advantage of everything, but in fact they are just seeking skin from a tiger, being used by the Celestials, and becoming a plotter for the fate of the Taixu Starry Sky. A powerful accomplice.
Up to now, if the founders of the sect had not returned in time, the entire sect's foundation would have become someone else's trophy.
Moreover, in order to drive away those aliens, three of Ziyang Immortal Lord's most favored disciples died on the spot in the battle, and even their souls could not be saved. The remaining three were also injured to their origins, and it is not known when they will be able to recover.
These unworthy descendants are all experts at cheating their ancestors!
If it weren't for the fact that the sect was in the midst of employing people and would still need these bastards to work in the future, Ziyang Immortal Lord would really have killed them all.
After getting angry, Ziyang Immortal Lord asked helplessly: "Have you found the whereabouts of those aliens?"
Yun Xiaozi said cautiously: "We have not found anything yet. The last time we learned of their whereabouts was three days ago. At that time, they had just escaped into the dark fairyland near the Yama Nebula."
Since there are still two emperors with intact combat power in the Celestial Race, the agents of the Tribulation Palace do not dare to pursue them too hastily and can only follow them from a distance. However, the other party's methods are also not simple, and they have basically got rid of the calamity now.
Fortune Palace Tracking.
It is not impossible to continue to pursue, but the current Jie Luck Palace no longer has the ability to kill the opponent, so even if it is discovered, there is nothing that can be done.
Let other sect forces help?
Don't think too much. Nowadays, all the forces outside have a bad attitude toward the Luck Palace. Seeing that they have suffered a disaster, it's a blessing to come and add insult to injury.
Immortal Ziyang sighed: "That's it for now. It's only right to speed up the repair of the sect's main altar. There's no need to pay too much attention to other things now."
"Yes, ancestor."
Yun Xiaozi responded respectfully. At this time, he wanted to ask if the sect still had enough strength in the upper realm. If a group of strong men could return, it would be necessary to ensure that the Jie Luck Palace could successfully survive the current period of weakness.
much easier,
However, he also understood that Ziyang Immortal was in a very bad mood right now, and a careless move might incur the wrath of Thunder, so he did not dare to say anything.
Ziyang Xianzun knows his own family affairs. In the upper realm where there are many powerful people, the Jie Luck Palace, which is not known for its tyrannical fighting power, has not been doing very well in recent years. It also often goes to war with several surrounding forces to snatch territory and resources.
It seriously damaged the sect's strength.
Therefore, this batch of seven quasi-sage emperors who have returned already constitute half of the strategic force of the Luck Palace in the upper realm. If they continue to be transferred, it will affect the security of the foundation in the upper realm. Therefore, they cannot be considered unless it is absolutely necessary.
Such options.
Therefore, Ziyang Immortal Lord can only hope that the three seriously injured emperors will recover as soon as possible and repair the sect's main altar, so that they can still have the opportunity to plot the fate of Taixu Starry Sky.
If it is delayed until the founders of other sects return one after another, it will be difficult for the Jie Lun Palace to accomplish anything.
…
Deep in the Dark Fairyland.
In a temporarily opened cave in an abandoned floating land layer in the void, two girls, Zihuang and Lingxi, with gloomy expressions, followed Emperor Baiyuan without saying a word.
Not far away, a group of Daluo-level warriors from the Celestial Race were silently decorating the altar and building a magic circle. Since they carried ready-made components and materials with them, the progress was quite fast.
After the magic circle is constructed and the space-time channel is reopened, the surviving Celestial Race experts can return to the Mysterious Mist Realm. Once there, healing and recovery will naturally be much easier.
However, it is impossible for the two fallen emperors and thousands of Taiyi and Daluo-level experts to be resurrected.
"Are you going back like this?"
On the side, Emperor Yuanxi, whose face was ashen and defeated, asked unwillingly.
Emperor Bai Yuan breathed out softly and said expressionlessly: "Otherwise? We don't have enough power now, and the Taixu Starry Sky is not our home ground. If we don't want to be besieged by those human forces, we should return to the fog first.
The Fantasy Secret Realm is the wisest choice.”
This time, the investment from the top management of the Celestial Clan was unprecedentedly large. They thought they could achieve success in one fell swoop, but they never expected that the accident would happen so quickly!
Emperor Yuanxi looked dull: "The power of the Taixu Starry Sky in the upper realm has begun to return. If we do not take appropriate measures, the origin of the destiny of this time and space will be missed by us. Without this large amount of income, our team will
The exiled tribesmen still don’t know when they will be able to return to their ancestral land in heaven.”
Emperor Bai Yuan glanced at him: "In this case, we can only try to recall those old guys who are traveling. At this time of great changes, no one wants to be alone."
On the surface, there are nine quasi-saint emperors of the Celestial Race, who jointly hold the supreme authority of the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm, but secretly the hidden strategic background is far more than that.
Now that we have encountered such a huge setback, if we want to continue plotting against the Taixu Starry Sky, we can only bet more chips, because for the Celestials, this is a war that they simply cannot afford to lose.
"No matter what, let's go back first,"
Emperor Bai Yuan said softly: "We will come back after we recover from our injuries. In fact, given the current situation in Taixu Starry Sky, these human forces will also conflict with each other. From the standpoint of our Celestial Race, we might as well
Let them fight fiercely for a few games first, and when the fight is almost done, the opportunity will naturally come."
There is only one supreme opportunity, and everyone wants it, so when massacres occur in the future, mountains of corpses and seas of blood will be inevitable.
If the Celestials change their strategy, sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers, and wait until the time is right before ending the battle, they will have a high probability of having the last laugh.
"Okay! That's it."
Emperor Yuanxi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the injuries inside his body were no longer so uncomfortable.
…
Yunmeng Tiangong, the mountain behind Yudaofeng.
On the huge martial arts field, the senior sisters were divided into two groups and were competing in sword fighting. The light and shadow were blurred and the sword energy was whistling.
Qin Muling was leaning on the seat on the sidelines, sipping spiritual wine and nectar contentedly, silently admiring the kendo skills of his senior sisters. Luo Huan and Fengxia were sitting on his left and right, waiting attentively.
Under the table, Su Yuanzhen's head was lowered, her black hair spread like a waterfall on her tall and plump chest, her beautiful eyes were shining, and she was beating his legs carefully.
Since she has the highest level of cultivation, she is not allowed to die and can only stay and serve her junior brother. Of course, this is exactly what she wants.
After watching it for a while, I have to admit that the advantage of the third senior sister Qi Yalan is quite obvious. After all, her talent is the way of sword cultivation, and she has a lot of spiritual skills and charm from Qin Muling, so she can beat most of the senior sisters.
Well, only Princess Long Yi could restrain her by virtue of her superiority in cultivation level. As for Luo Qinghan, Mu Yinshuang and other future saintly Taoist priests, they were more than a step behind Qi Yalan in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship.
Fairy Qingchan's performance was quite satisfactory. Qin Muling looked at her for a moment and had no impression of her swordsmanship. Instead, she had a more intuitive understanding of her unusually plump figure, too towering and powerful bust and hip line. Fierce
In the battle, the scenery was too easy to make my heart rhythm unbalanced.
After thinking about it, Qin Muling picked up the communication jade talisman at hand and sent her a message calmly: "Wait for me to enjoy you tonight!"
On the field, dressed in a dark green outfit, with a dashing and charming appearance, Fairy Qingchan suddenly felt something. She glanced at the jade talisman on Hao's wrist, and a strange look appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"???"
Enjoy me?
Junior Brother, Junior Brother, who enjoys whom, don’t you have any idea?
Gently glancing at the beautiful boy in purple clothes on the sidelines, Fairy Qingchan had a charming look in her beautiful eyes, and she was already thinking about what program to arrange for him in the evening.