Wisdom was a mysterious thing.
Son of Heaven Millet was scared away by Xie Tian's demonic flame body.
But this escape route was also prepared for Xie Tian to find his own path.
This was wisdom.
And Xie Tian not only knew that Son of Heaven Millet fled not because he was scared out of his wits, but because he didn't have much confidence and was afraid of death like him. He also understood the other's intentions.
This was also wisdom.
Of course, this was just small wisdom.
The reason it was small was because everyone had a tacit understanding of each other's intentions.
Other than small, there was also big.
The so-called 'big' was reflected in this incident. It was the ability to set up a situation that the opponent didn't know about with a wave of his hand, without any information, without any probing, without any communication, and just by relying on his own experience, experience, and wisdom, he was able to set up a situation that the opponent didn't know about.
Xie Tian only knew that Son of Heaven Millet wanted to deal with him, but he didn't know the specific method of the other party using desire to gather over a hundred soldiers, or the subsequent arrangements.
Son of Heaven Millet could only sense Xie Tian's spying through the treasure in his bosom, but he didn't know what Xie Tian wanted to do.
And standing at a higher position was equivalent to the master of the extraterritorial battlefield — the arrangement of the demons.
Whether it was Son of Heaven Millet from Bi Ya, the army of titled sons of Heaven from Rakshasa Prison, or the solitary Xie Tian, none of them seemed to have realized that there was an even bigger arrangement outside of their arrangements and plans, firmly covering the three sides.
Therefore …
Xie Tian, who was' extremely lucky ', randomly chose a direction and was able to approach one of the two titled blood disciple armies of Rakshasa Prison.
Son of Heaven Millet, who chased after Xie Tian, directly caused a rare battle between the two armies of titled blood sons of Rakshasa Prison.
The titled blood sons of Rakshasa Prison were even more dumbfounded.
Because they didn't know anything. They only knew that the body of the ruler of demonic flames in the void in front of them was even more terrifying than the Scarlet Sea.
The direct source of terror was very mysterious, and it came from arrogance.
The nobility of essence blood had written the unimaginable arrogance of Rakshasa Yu Yunyun Rakshasa in their nature.
The fear and reverence of the lowly Rakshasas strengthened and solidified the arrogance of these titled blood disciples.
What was supposed to be an unforgettable truth was now crumbling in front of the demon who had a relaxed and mocking smile on his face.
Fortunately, there were still veteran blood disciples who had participated in the Demon-Slaying War.
They were very confused, so much so that they wanted to cut off their heads and dig out their brains to take a look.
How could there be devils in this place?
They simply didn't dare to imagine that they, who had been moving slowly and carefully this entire time, would encounter a demon just ten million miles out of the border of the Sea Burial Realm. Moreover, they had even chosen the safest path!
This was a buffer zone that all of Sea Burial's ancestors had recognized!
But no matter how unimaginable it was, this was the reality. They could only accept it.
Fortunately, they were veterans of the foreign battlefields. Now that they had encountered a demon, although they were panicking, they didn't panic. Before the group of new soldiers could flee in disorder due to the great terror, they had already given orders to save the situation.
"Now you know fear!"
"It's useless to be afraid!"
"Forget your glory, forget your pride! You only need to remember one thing, and that is to survive! "
"If you want to live, then kill him!"
… …
The veterans used the most vicious and harsh curses to trample on the newly arrived Titled Blood Disciples to the lowest level possible.
This was because they knew that the higher one's status was, the more desires they had, the more dazzling they would be, and the more unreasonable they would be.
And for the lowliest of ants, their only desire was to survive.
When this group of new soldiers' desire to survive was completely stimulated, although there were still remnants of great fear in their red eyes, there was also a rapidly growing power that was desperately pushing away this remaining fear.
This power contained a strong sense of insanity and resistance.
The veterans finally heaved a sigh of relief.
They had experienced such a scene before.
It had to be said that the performance of these Titled Blood Disciples was much better than their initial performance.
And according to past experience, when they saw that Rakshasa, who had been forced to fuse with another universe in order to survive, actually dared to resist, a demon that was even more arrogant than them would definitely make a move …
However, that didn't happen.
In the face of the burning resistance of ants …
The demon was still condensed in mid-air, the demonic flames still soaring to the sky, the corners of his mouth still curled up in a smile.
Other than that, there was no reaction at all, not to mention the will to fight or even the will to kill.
The veterans were in a daze.
They had never heard of such a situation, and they didn't know how to deal with it.
But there was one thing they were very clear about, and it made them extremely anxious —
Once the burning fighting spirit of the new soldiers reached its peak, whether it was because of exhaustion or because of the extreme eruption, what awaited them would be destruction.
The fighting spirit born from the desire to survive was necessary, but there was a limit to it.
Only with a limited fighting spirit would a group of Titled Blood Disciples not turn into lunatics. Instead, they would become soldiers under their command and listen to their military orders.
Time passed.
The demon stood in mid-air.
The veterans were panicking.
The new soldiers gradually went crazy.
The veterans were familiar with the horror of the demon, but no matter how familiar they were, they didn't dare to imagine that the demon had not done anything, but had placed despair and death on their heads like an art.
Just as they were in despair, they had the crazy thought of fighting with all they had, that there might be a chance of survival …
Xie Tian, who was rapidly approaching them, suddenly stopped, and his blood-red eyes suddenly shrank!
"Demon! Rakshasa! "
At the same time!
"Alright, I won't tease you guys anymore." The demon chuckled as he sized up the 300 top prodigies of Rakshasa Prison. He forced himself to produce a trace of fighting spirit. "Didn't you want to fight? I'll satisfy you."
When the veteran blood disciples of Sea Burial heard this, they almost cried tears of gratitude and knelt down to the demon!
"Blood Spirit Reverse Refinement Array, kill!"
When he sensed that Rakshasa and the demon had begun fighting, Xie Tian suppressed the fear and disbelief in his heart. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and his blood-red eyes were calm.
The reason why he left, other than sensing the sudden surge of killing intent from Son of Heaven Shu, was also because the demon that had turned around and left was approaching him.
Even though he had gained a deeper understanding of the demon's strength and the two demon-slaying methods from watching the battle, it was still not enough for him to have the strength to face the demon.
When the demon brushed past him, what he needed to do was still to understand the demon.
For him, who had already spied on the two battles at Devil Cliff, what he needed to see the most was how the other major force in the extraterritorial battlefield — Rakshasa Prison's titled blood disciples selected through the Ancient Blood Platform fought against the demon.
He also understood that the probability of encountering Rakshasa in the extraterritorial battlefield, especially when Rakshasa was fighting against the demon, was as difficult as becoming an Immortal Venerable for a normal cultivator.
However, he didn't expect that even though he was running in the direction of Rakshasa, he, who was planning to see how the other demon-slaying troops of the Second Division would slay the demon, would strangely encounter the most ideal battle.
This was the source of his fear.
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