The ancestral courtyard of the Barbarian Church, above the holy mountain.

Unlike the solemn and solemn past, it is filled with an atmosphere of decadence and pessimism.

"In just a few days, the third-line battlefields were defeated one after another, more than half of the army was killed, and 40% of the territory was lost, and even... the Homochi tribe, one of the three major departments, has been exterminated!"

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, thinking about the situation: "The joint efforts of immortal cultivators and demon cultivators are indeed extraordinary. At this time, he has already pointed at the Holy Mountain of the Barbarians!"

This is not good news for him either.

If the barbarians are destroyed, even if they can escape, without the support of a large clan, they will still want to be able to enjoy themselves in the cultivation world in the future? It’s like a joke!

People who are destroyed will not get any good faces no matter where they are.

"If the barbarians are really defeated, they will have to change their appearance in the future and pretend to be a cultivator. Fortunately, after experiencing the thunder tribulation, there is indeed no difference."

Under the thunder tribulation, all living beings are equal, and after they pass, their magical powers are very close.

Even if you are the demon clan, as long as you pass the complete heavenly tribulation, you can also become a real human form!

At this moment, he looked around and saw a dense army of troops at the foot of the Holy Mountain, and the battle pattern array was directly exposed in the air. The entire Holy Mountain had become a large military camp.

"The next battle is here."

Fang Yuan took a deep breath.

The ancestral courtyard of the Barbarian Cult is the holy land in the minds of all barbarians. If it falls here, the attack on the barbarians will be unparalleled.

"However, even if the two sides of the devil join forces, even if they are just some second- and third-rate forces, their overall strength has exceeded that of the barbarians. What should we resist?"

Fang Yuan couldn't help but look at the top of the holy mountain, where the palaces of several barbarian ancestors were located.

"How? Have you ever been scared?"

I don’t know how long it has been, Mohe appears beside Fang Yuan and asks indifferently.

At this time, the aging aura on the swordsman's body became even stronger, and it was like a dead air cover.

"you……"

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yingchou Gorge was defeated and had to take all its strength in succession... Cough cough... Compared to the fate of our clan, it is nothing!" Mohe looked indifferent to life and death: "But I want to tell you a piece of news that the major ancestors are not very optimistic about this war and have begun to prepare for the fire escape."

"It seems... I'm not here!" Fang Yuan answered thoughtfully.

"That's true. The true spark of a big clan is far beyond your imagination. First-grade totems and extraordinary insights... are all the most basic requirements, and the resources they pour into are also the last foundation of our barbarians..."

Mohe said with a sigh.

Fang Yuan had no doubt that there might be immortal weapons on these fire seeds!

After all, they are the hope of the future of the barbarians.

As long as there is a peerless talent rising, the ethnic group will inevitably be rebuilt in the future!

This is the most powerful person in the universe in this world decides everything!

‘Wait a minute…so it seems that that bamboo must be in it…’

Fang Yuan's heart moved: "Originally it was just a Dharma image that was suspected to be a Zhulong, but now, there are also secret treasures accumulated by a clan in the end... Those resources are definitely the most suitable for life and practice, and I also need them very much."

If those barbarian ancestors knew that these resources for fire would bring disaster to them, they would not know what their expression would be.

However, in front of outsiders, Fang Yuan naturally would not reveal it, but just said calmly: "My qualifications are not the best, nor can I bring hope to the clan to recover. It is normal for the senior management to think so."

"Oh? What about your true thoughts?" Mohe's eyes were burning.

"Let's wait a hundred years later and see it!" Fang Yuan was full of passion.

"Okay! This is my disciple!" Mohe couldn't help but nodded with relief when he saw this: "Don't worry, my master has already made arrangements. Although you are not a core seed, you also have other tasks. You don't have to participate in the final battle of the Holy Mountain."

Obviously, this final battle of the Holy Mountains will inevitably be extremely cruel and have an extremely high mortality rate.

If you don’t participate, it’s a wonderful thing that many people can’t ask for.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Fang Yuan was not very excited. There was never a free lunch in the world. If you can avoid this pit, you may not be able to escape another one.

"Arranging the fire escape was arranged by the Manzu himself, and we will not ask about it..." Mohe said with a serious look: "But besides these fire, there are still a few suspicious plans. It just so happened that your cultivation has reached the Dharma image and can cover one of them!"

"A stand-in? This danger is indeed no better than the Holy Mountain Battle, or even higher!" Fang Yuan smiled bitterly.

"Stay on the holy mountain, you will have almost no life, and going down the mountain is at least a lifetime. How do you choose? Let your own voluntary!" Mohe waved his long sleeves.

"Since that's the case, I'll be a substitute!"

Fang Yuan nodded with a deep expression in his eyes.

‘The probability of a peerless genius in the Dharma Realm is too small, so he should not have a car crash. It is very likely that he is that young man ‘bamboo’!’

‘Since that’s the case, of course I have to get in and at least find out some news!’

...

The top of the holy mountain.

The five great barbarian ancestors gathered together and all looked gloomy.

In addition to Man Tong, Man Emperor, and Man Jue, there are also Black Yuan Ancestor and Rising Sun Ancestor.

At this time, the Black Yuan Ancestor in a black robe spoke miserably: "The immortal methods of the Lihun Sect are really powerful, and they have refined treasures. The Xiyue Ancestor actually died because of this. It's really..."

The other ancestors were also worried: "It seems that... outside practitioners are indeed going to completely destroy us!"

How free and easy is it to survive the thunder tribulation and live with the heaven?

How noble is the status of a clan or becoming the supreme elder of the sect?

But at this time, even they were about to die. It was obvious that those practitioners had already determined to destroy the barbarians!

"One hundred thousand mountains are our roots. Damn outsiders must occupy this place..." Old Ancestor Man Jue gritted his teeth: "I am here to preside over the holy mountain and fight to the death!"

"No! At this time, we should still keep our energy first!" said the ancestor of the Rising Sun: "One of us has selected two fire seeds and is ready to send them out. We will be able to retain some energy with several confusing teams. But the rise of a tribe is the most important thing to look at the strongest among them!"

"The words of the rising sun are indeed mature and steadfast!"

The old ancestor of the Man Tong said lightly: "Before you have to worry about victory, you must first lose, so that you will not be fatal to one blow, and there is still a possibility of making a comeback... But my barbarians are still in their hearts, and I must have done a battle on this holy mountain!"

There are indeed few immortals who want to escape, and they can even bring some deifications and Dharma-like disciples.

However, if you don’t fight in a battle, you will give up the Holy Mountain? The barbarian clan energy will inevitably drop to an unparalleled level, and no matter how latecomers do, they will not be able to handle it.

Besides, the barbarians believe that they still have some trump cards, and they may not be able to reach a stalemate with the practitioners.

Therefore, even if the barbarian ancestors present made a move, they were actually not willing to leave and wandered around the world with their backs.

"Okay! Let's let go and kill it once!"

Man Jue laughed out loud.

"Since that's the case, then as your barbarian boy said!"

Heiyuan and Xuri did not object either. Anyway, they still have confidence in their ability to save lives. Once things cannot be done, they are still very sure to break through.

"If that's the case, what if we don't open that seal?"

The man boy looked around and suddenly had a trace of mystery on his face: "The outside practitioners think that we are a paradise and want to hide here to escape the devil's disaster. Haha... but they don't know how ridiculous this is!"

"hiss……"

Several ancestors sucked air in the same time. It was naturally a remarkable secret that could make the immortal like this: "I actually do this... But in this case, maybe the 100,000 mountains of my barbarians will be completely transformed into the paradise of heaven and demons!"

"If the 100,000 mountains are still the place where our barbarians live, then whoever does this will be the sinner!" The ancestor of the Barbarian Tong took a step forward: "But if the 100,000 mountains are about to change their ownership, why should we consider it for the future?"

As if he knew that this matter was of great importance, he did not insist on his own: "But... everything depends on the evolution of the war. If I could be stalemate or win a little, I would naturally not do this, but if I really wait until the day of the extermination, what are our concerns?"

"It's feasible, but before that, I'd better take it out and threaten the outside world's cultivators... Maybe there will be a turning point!" said Man Huang Heshou.

The real threat is not after being exerted, but when it is held in the hand!

These immortal ancestors naturally understood this truth deeply.

...

Time flies, accompanied by many bad news, and seven days are fleeting.

The army of both the righteous and the demons was unstoppable, and finally met at the foot of the Holy Mountain. The practitioners were densely packed, like locusts, with no less than 200,000.

When the barbarians on the holy mountain saw this scene, they all changed their faces and felt as if they were dying.

"Tsk tsk... The army of 200,000 cultivators surrounded and killed tens of thousands of elite barbarians guarding the mountain... There must be blood flowing into a river on the holy mountain!"

In the distance, Fang Yuan could not see the holy mountain at all, but he could feel that terrible aura and couldn't help but sigh.

“Not necessarily…”

In the white jade ring, Jin Yuan's voice came out: "My mortals can use troops to cut off water and food, but cultivators have no such concern... Unlike the previous camp, the Holy Mountain is a nest that the barbarians have been operating for thousands of years. The defense formation is as solid as a golden soup, and there is no flaw. It is very troublesome to kill the practitioners... What's more... Do you think the barbarians have occupied 100,000 mountains for many years, but they have been the five or six immortals on the surface?"

"Yes, there must be some trump cards, but I don't know if it can shock the cultivators outside!"
Chapter completed!