King of the family, if we stand still like this, will we..."
The Zhengxian family had already arrived, but they never showed up.
The senior officials headed by Yang Ding Fuyao sat back and watched as the Jiejie Hall fell into a bitter battle with heavy casualties. After the Fire Emperor Sect members joined in, the situation improved, but they still did not move.
After such a long time, Yang Dingtian felt something was wrong and asked tentative questions.
After all, they had promised Tianguan Sanyuan to help, but now they were watching from afar.
Afterwards, if the other party pursues the investigation, the Zhengxian family will definitely not be able to explain
"Tian'er, do you think that the Jieqi Hall can still exist? With Tianguan Sanyuan, is there still a chance to raise an army to punish the perpetrators?
Yangding Fuyao looked towards where the Jieqi Hall was, "Such a precious ancient palace must be burned down now. What a calamity, what a calamity!" He still held the Heavenly Official Order in his hand, but he didn't have any awe in his heart.
"The Sons of Luck are gone, so there is no need for us to prevent disasters for the Jie Qi Hall."
Yang Ding Fuyao analyzed carefully, "This is a calamity for the solar term hall. If we go against the calamity, we will suffer heavy casualties."
"It's better to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, it will be more comfortable."
"As for this heavenly official order, I just accepted it but didn't use it, so it doesn't count as a breach of trust."
Yang Dingtian had nothing to say when he saw his father acting so confidently, but he felt very uneasy in his heart.
As far as he knew, Tianguan Sanyuan was not a vegetarian. If they had a chance to survive, their Zhengxian family would not be able to reap the benefits.
"The ghost plague is getting more serious."
The battle situation changed again in the field. It turned out that starting from the first evil ghost, one by one fell into madness and in turn killed his own army of returned ghosts. As a result, the pressure in the solar terms hall decreased drastically, and each one retreated and began to reorganize the defense line.
Kill the remaining sporadic ghosts. Yang Dingtian thought that if it were up to him to take the opportunity to attack in one fell swoop, he would be able to give an explanation even if he just accepts it.
Yang Ding Fuyao did this. Although the old girl was very slippery, it was also easy to offend others and leave trouble in the future.
There is no way, he is not the one in power, even if he sees something wrong, he cannot say it, and if he does, no one will listen.
"What if Tianguan Sanyuan can help us solve the blood shortage and help him kill the enemy?"
Yang Ding Fuyao added, "It's a pity that he refuses to do anything, and he still claims that it has something to do with immortals. It's just an excuse."
Other senior officials of the aristocratic families also expressed their agreement and were full of resentment towards Tianguan Sanyuan.
What they said was nothing more than an explanation for their behavior of standing by and watching. There were no outsiders at the moment, and they didn't know who to tell them to.
"Thank you."
Wang Fu waved his white wings and fell like a knife, cutting off the big evil ghost's head, and it broke silently.
At the moment before his death, Xumi sinks into the river and regains his clarity. He thanks him and his ghostly nature disappears.
Looking around again, there were three or four big evil ghosts, all injured by his crazy attacks.
If he hadn't been able to distinguish between friend and foe, and finally thought of attacking Wang Fu, Wang Fu would still be reluctant to kill him so quickly.
Although Xumi Shenjiang died, the panic caused by it spread. Nirvana Wuhui was keenly aware that the surrounding senior leaders of the Ghost Department began to disperse, lest any of their companions would be attacked by the ghost plague again.
Crazy.
For a time, the hearts of the ghost tribe were in turmoil and their morale was weakened.
Wang Fu stared at the place where Xumi sank into the river and disappeared, thinking thoughtfully. It seemed that it was almost done.
"Nirvana, take your companions and step back to make some room."
How could Shipan Wuhui be willing to listen to him, "What do you want to do again?"
"If you don't want to retreat, forget it."
Wang Fu didn't want to persuade him any more, since the matter had nothing to do with him anyway.
It's been quiet, and we won't be able to fight for a while, but it's obviously impossible for each of us to retreat.
At this time, another new person entered the scene, and it was the one who had no hair.
The Ghost Immortal Bu Forgiveness opened the way and walked forward respectfully, followed by... more than a dozen ghost tribesmen, from the top leaders to the backbone, to the bottom, all converted in one fell swoop.
I saw a tall and burly evil ghost
On a moving platform, a hairless man sits cross-legged, with a peaceful face, as if he is pretending to sleep.
As soon as he appeared, the ghost tribe discovered that during this period of time, Wufa had conquered many ghost tribes for the first time, and there were more than a dozen evil ghosts who had surrendered. Although there were no big evil ghosts yet, the first evil ghosts and even the middle ones
Evil ghosts are among them.
These evil ghosts kneel down in front of the hairless man with enthusiasm, and they are no different from those little ghosts, which is chilling.
"Everyone, I am willing to be a mediator and mediate your conflicts."
Pan Wuhui feels funny, you think too highly of yourself.
"How do you want to mediate?"
Those who cannot prove Wufa thought carefully, "Tianguan Sanyuan disbanded the solar terms hall as a sign of sincerity. Then you can join my disciples and practice the Dharma of pure heart and few desires and no struggle with the world. I don't know if you will ever be enemies of you again."
agree?"
This time, not only the ghost tribe, but also the cultivator camp shook their heads. This was not mediating the dispute, but rushing to offend both parties. Speaking of which, this unfaithful person had a good calculation, and just said a few words in an attempt to conquer the sky.
Official three yuan?
For Tianguan Sanyuan, this suggestion is to make him destroy himself. Even if he wins the fight and agrees, it is obviously impossible for a person without hair to protect her and him in front of the ghost tribe.
So everyone regarded it as a joke.
Only Wang Fu didn't laugh. He knew that it was really possible. If he relented and joined the disciples of Wufa, this disaster would be over.
The secrets of the world include the origin and whereabouts of Wufa, as well as his various trajectories and causes and effects.
"Tianguan Sanyuan, let me ask you first, do you agree?"
Wang Fu shook his head decisively, "Thank you for your kindness. I'm not a Taoist, so please don't waste your time on me."
"Arrogant, do you know what a great opportunity you missed?"
Marquis Buxin scolded him sternly. If you look carefully, you can see that most of the evil spirit in his body has disappeared. Looking at it now, he actually looks kind-hearted and has no longer the evil temperament he had before.
It can be seen from this that Wufa's training was meritorious. Hou Busheng pretended to surrender to him at first, but now he has made the lie come true.
Wufa didn't get angry, and said with a smile, "Just wait."
He turned to Nirvana and said, "Your Majesty, Ghost Club, can you give me some face and stop here, and take the initiative to solve this disaster?"
dream.
Nirvana Wu Hui was too lazy to talk nonsense, "If you refuse to get out of the way, don't blame us for being merciless and treating you as an accomplice to be eliminated."
Wufa nodded, "I understand, both of you will not give in even a step!"
"Hey, so many disputes in the world are caused by this, and inner demons breed, causing the causes and consequences of sin to become entangled."
"All things are born, humans and ghosts coexist, how can we separate them and fight to the death?"
The hairless man raised his hand, and another group of believers walked out from behind.
These believers are not ghosts, but real people. There are also practitioners among them, but the piety on their faces is the same as that of the previous ghosts.
It turns out that in addition to conquering the ghost tribe, Wufa also accepted a large number of strangers and practitioners as followers.
"Under my sect, humans and ghosts coexist peacefully. This is the future of the world."