Holy Clan World.

Above a huge mountain, there is a magnificent temple.

Two tall men stood silently at the highest point of the temple, looking into the distance.

In the sky wherever you look, there is a huge gap, and endless black trends are released from it, as if they are going to dye the whole world into pitch black.

These two people just looked at it silently, and their faces were filled with unconcealed worry.

The two of them are the two great priests in Kaiser's Palace. They are the powerful people in the heavenly ranks mentioned by Jiuzhou.

Both Powell and Robinson are the mainstays of the Caesar Palace.

After a long time, Fort Powell said: "Robinson, how long will the demonic energy be able to pollute the entire world?"

Robinson stared at the boundless black and said in pain: "It won't be too long."

"Then, don't we have much time?"

"Yes, at most, all migrations must be completed in a few years. Otherwise, when the world is completely subsided, no one will be able to avoid it."

Powell said slowly: "Then what are we waiting for? Why don't we all enter Kyushu?"

"Not yet." Robinson said in a deep voice: "For so many years, Jiuzhou, which has not been attacked by the demonic energy, has cultivated more powerful people in the heavenly realm than us. We must wait for the opportunity. Only when a sufficient amount of demonic energy is released in Jiuzhou can the demonic energy here spread here."

Powell hesitated for a moment and said, "Jiuzhou is already our last retreat. If we lead the demonic energy over..."

Robinson glanced at him coldly and said, "If you can't lead the demonic energy over, do you think they will work together with us to resist this demonic energy?"

Powell was stunned and said, "But if they can't resist it."

"If you can't resist it, then let them be buried with us." Robinson's voice was emotional; "We are actually a clan, so why do we suffer from the invasion of demonic energy, but they can be free and easy."

Powell was silent for a long time and said, "Actually, I still object to doing this. If we can make it open and honest."

"Wake up." Robinson's eyes flashed, and he said, "If you tell them openly, do you know what the result will be? They will mobilize all the power of Kyushu, kill us at all costs, and then seal this magic hole that we have to chisel with all our strength."

His voice gradually became louder: "Our people will not receive any chance of redemption. They will be driven back to this world and then sink with this world."

Powell pursed his lips, his reason told him.

Robinson was not lying, if Kyushu knew their plans.

The reason why the heavenly throne did not enter the battlefield was not because of any fear, but just to delay time and allow this world that is about to sink to send more demonic energy into the Jiuzhou World.

Then, it is guaranteed that the people of Kyushu will explode completely.

Then attack the Holy Clan at any cost.

If it were ten thousand years ago, when the Holy Clan was at its peak, they would naturally not be afraid. Instead, they would mobilize countless armies to completely crush any force that dared to shine their minions in the most fierce way.

But, it's not possible now.

In order to resist the invasion of demonic energy, the holy clan has already damaged countless times.

Today's Holy Clan is like a fragile, dying old man, who can no longer bear this kind of harm.

So, they only have one way.

Introduce enough demonic energy into the world of Jiuzhou and then tell the truth of that world.

At that time, no matter how angry those people are, there is only one choice.

Cooperate with the Holy Clan and use the Holy Clan to deal with the demonic energy. The knowledge accumulated over ten thousand years is together to defend the world.

This is the only possibility that the Holy Clan can continue.

However, Powell had a question in his heart. If that day really came, there would be enough demonic inspirations in the world of Jiuzhou.

At that time, even if they abandoned prejudices and worked together, could they resist the invasion of demonic energy?

Their saints were so powerful in the past, but after struggling for ten thousand years, they were still inevitably lost and the whole world was about to sink.

So, what about Jiuzhou?

What can they resist?

In fact, Powell vaguely understood that what Robinson and others meant was that as long as they could preserve the Holy Clan, everything could be sacrificed.

In particular, countless creatures in Jiuzhou were just a tool to be dragged into the water by them.

The two were silent.

After a long time, Robinson suddenly said, "How is the matter of the Chief Priest?

Powell was stunned, thought for a while, and said, "Based on the intelligence of all parties and my use of prophecy, his death should be related to a man named Ugly Swordsman in Kyushu."

"Ugly Swordsman?"

"Yes, it is said that he is a casual cultivator in Taizhou. He is very strong and has reached the peak level of the earth level. I even suspect that he has touched the end of the law. If he dares to put aside all the impact on the heavenly throne... maybe there is a real possibility of success."

"Oh, is it another seed of heaven? Haha, how lucky is Jiuzhou, there are so many strong people. But our holy clan has to endure this kind of pain. It's really... unfair." Robinson sneered.

Powell frowned slightly and said, "Robinson, we have predicted four times. However, we have not been able to find any trace of the ugly swordsman. If I was not wrong, he might have thought that the trial had been enough, so he would go to Taizhou."

"Impossible." Robinson sneered and said, "We predicted four times, and it showed that they were all near major war zones. Humph, he must have fought everywhere and did not stay in one place for a long time."

Powell smiled bitterly and said, "Even if you said it correctly, you can't find it, you can't find it. What else can you do?"

Robinson said slowly: "I believe that hard work pays off. From tomorrow, I will take action and join the search team. Once I find them..."

"No." Powell said in horror: "You cannot use the power of heaven, this is a taboo."

"Don't worry, I won't target anyone else. Except for facing ugly swordsmen, no one will know that there is a heavenly throne." Robinson suddenly turned around, his figure flashed, and he quickly left.

Only his voice came from afar: "Powell, the chief priest cannot die in vain, otherwise the name of our Caesar Palace will not be passed on smoothly."

Powell moved and came to the palace gate.

Looking at the back of the friend who had already left, his eyebrows frowned tightly.

For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

But he immediately put aside this feeling.

Robinson is a powerful man in the heaven.
Chapter completed!