"As far as I know, there has always been a scattered sand within the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance of Northern Qin. In the past tens of thousands of years, the Northern Qin countries at most repelled my holy clan, but would not come in at such a cost. Because my Xiyue is a deserted land and lacks resources, the Northern Qin Immortal Cultivation World will not be interested in invading this place. And depending on the layout, Yang Fan had infiltrated his own power into my Xiyue for a long time."

"This time, when repelling our nine tribes in Xiyue, the Northern Qin still pursued each other and even joined forces. It was mostly because of the efforts of Yang Fan. Only he has such a profound gaze, and only he has the prestige to integrate the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor analyzed one by one, making the three great masters and Saint Ye Han suddenly unconscious.

"Demon Emperor, what you mean is that as long as you kill Yang Fan, the Thirteen Kingdoms lose their souls, they will become a scattered sand. By then, not only will my nine tribes in the West Mountain be safe, but they may even make a comeback and kill to the Northern Qin..."

The old dwarf man's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"But, Yang Fan's powers and magical powers do not belong to the Demon Emperor. If you want to kill him, I'm afraid..."

The black-faced Tianshi's Tao is worrying.

"It is indeed difficult to kill him, and I am not sure at all. Therefore, in this time of crisis, we must use the ultimate power of the Temple Altar."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's eyes suddenly turned to Saint Ye Han: "Whether it depends on you if you can reverse the overall situation..."

"Three days are probably a little tight..." Saint Ye Han sighed.

The army of Northern Qin monks waited in the Peacock Temple for several days, but there was no reaction.

"Three days have come, and we are ready to launch a total attack."

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

He had a vague feeling that the longer the time delayed, the more unfavorable it would be for him and others.

Just when the 300,000 Northern Qin army was full of fighting spirit and was about to rush into the Peacock Temple.

Whoosh~~~

A black dot flew out from the Peacock Temple, and a powerful spirit came and almost stopped the hundreds of thousands of troops.

The black dot gradually grew bigger, revealing the figure of the Black Wind Demon Crown of the Bei Qin.

"Your Excellency is so arrogant. Do you claim to be able to compete with your own strength to compete with your entire Northern Qin army?"

Feng Wujue sneered.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor slowly spoke: "My Nine Clans in the West and the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin have countless monks and creatures. If my holy clans fight to the death, even if you win, you will be seriously injured and countless casualties."

"At this moment, I have a proposal that can avoid the heavy losses of countless monks on both sides, and can also resolve the grudges between the two sides."

"Please speak." Sanqing Sanren's eyes lit up slightly.

"The nine tribes in the West Mountains and the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin have been fighting for decades. The key to the victory or defeat is nothing more than the most peak powerhouses."
Chapter completed!