"Master!" Xiang Qingcheng's eyes reddened slightly. The Jade Pure Immortal Palace was far away from the East Continent and was adjacent to the Northern Underworld. They had never interfered in the affairs of the East Continent. Xiang Qingcheng knew how difficult it was for his master to make such a decision.
"Sigh, you don't have to feel guilty. Your master has talked to me a lot. It's not fair for you to forcefully cut off your past."
Old Monster Wushan shook his head and floated away. "Remember, the Five Ultimate Monks of the Buddhist Sect have the Tiger Subduing Formation and four Mahayana and Tribulation Passing cultivators. Their foundation is far more profound than the Immortal Palace. If you want to make a move, you must settle everything in one fell swoop to avoid bringing unforeseen disaster to the Immortal Palace."
"Yes, Martial Uncle. I will remember. Thank you on behalf of me, Master. After this matter is settled, I will definitely return to the Jade Pure Immortal Palace and fulfill my duty as a disciple. "Xiang Qingcheng bowed deeply.
"I can't bear to let go of the future sect master of the Immortal Palace just like that." Old Monster Wushan looked at Xiang Qingcheng's figure drifting away from the bamboo forest and sighed. "The falling flowers are willing, but the heartless flowing water is heartless. It's a pity for that brat Sikong. "
"The most difficult thing to understand in this world is the word 'love'. Everyone has their own fate. If she is confined to the Immortal Palace, she will have misgivings in her heart. I'm afraid her cultivation will stop here." At this moment, an old woman with white hair and a youthful complexion was holding an Ice Drake Staff. Her figure flashed and she appeared beside Old Monster Wushan. This old woman was the current Palace Master of the Jade Pure Immortal Palace, Perfected Jade Void.
"Senior Sister has not successfully passed the Thunder Tribulation, but she can still protect the Immortal Palace for a period of time. Otherwise, the Immortal Palace would really have no future." Old Monster Wushan said, "In the past, I have interfered in the contact between Dan Bing and Elixir King Lu. This time, I will let Dan Bing handle it. I hope she has no misgivings and can smoothly settle this karma."
"I hope so."
Among the group of cultivators, a group of Yellowstone people with mountain-shaped heads had solemn expressions. Among the many cultivators, Yellowstone people were one of the very few who did not like to fly. It seemed that only when one's feet were on the ground did the Stonephiles feel grounded.
In the Demon Realm of Chaos, the Stoneleaf Clan wasn't any more powerful than the other Cultivators, nor did they have the various means of transformation that other Cultivators had. But relatively speaking, the Stoneleaf Clan had passed down a high degree of unity and obedience to Lu Xiaotian when they had been slash-and-burn farmers, eating raw meat and drinking blood. Or rather, it was a powerful belief.
This belief had been passed down from generation to generation among the weak of the Page Stone. For people like Ba Li who had achieved success in cultivation, the deep-rooted belief seemed to have been branded into their souls as time passed.
Driven by this belief, even though the Page Stone Tribe's fighting techniques were inferior to others, the Page Stone Tribe's group fighting techniques had reached a level where other races could only look on in the dust. Those who set foot on the path of cultivation were all pursuing their own Dao. Even if the cultivation method was the same, different encounters would cause everyone's comprehension to be different. Over time, the difference would become bigger and bigger.
Only the Page Stone Tribe was able to maintain a high degree of unity due to the belief that was deeply rooted in their souls. At this moment, several thousand Page Stone Tribe members had formed a formation, and the austere aura they exuded caused everyone who witnessed this scene to feel astonished.
When they saw the several thousand orderly Page Stone Tribe members, many cultivators felt as if they were in a disciplined army formation in the mortal world. However, the people who formed the formation all had different levels of magic power fluctuations on their bodies.
This uniform army formation was like that of the mortal world's army, but it was far more orderly than the army of the World Valley. It was as solid as a mountain and as heavy as the earth. It was as if this army formation was born to be one with the earth. When the several hundred monks who were heading to the Demon Realm saw this army of Page Stone Tribe members, their expressions changed.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has never offended your Clan. Why must your Clan become enemies with the Buddhist Sect?" The leader of the group, a dark-faced monk, placed his palms together and spoke. However, when they saw the Page Stone Tribe's united and unstoppable momentum, neither Wu Que nor his Junior Martial Brother behind him wanted to fight to the death with the Page Stone Tribe members.
"If the Lord is humiliated, the Page Stone Tribe will fight to the death with the Buddhist Sect!" In the middle of the Page Stone Tribe's army formation, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man with an expression as cold as steel slammed the large shield in his hand into the ground. The several hundred clansmen behind him also moved in unison, slamming their large shields into the ground.
Weng! As the hundreds of khaki shields fell, the entire ground rippled with thick khaki ripples, which rapidly rushed towards the hundreds of monks on the opposite side.
"Earth Fault Sword Style, attack!" The middle-aged man in the lead roared.
The several hundred Page Stone Tribe members pointed their spirit swords forward, and countless earthen yellow lights rose from the ground, converging into a huge sword that slashed towards the several hundred Buddhist Sect cultivators.
Among the several hundred monks, more than half of them chanted Buddhist mantras, and waves of Buddhist chants formed a huge bell above them. Even though these several hundred monks had learned the art of battle formations and were not inferior to other sects, they were unable to achieve such a high level of coordination with the Page Stone Tribe members who had devoted themselves to this art.
Just this huge bell alone was unable to withstand the attacks of several hundred Page Stone Tribe members. In a short period of time, the huge bell was already unstable, and the qi that formed the huge bell began to fluctuate chaotically. From time to time, large and small gaps would be torn open.
The other monks all brandished their own treasures to fill in the gaps that were constantly appearing.
"Fury of the Earth!"
"No return!"
"Will of the Page Stone!"
"Death, no return!"
The several hundred Page Stone Tribe members merged into one, and with another slash, the several hundred of them stepped forward in unison, their heavy footsteps landing on the ground like the beating of war drums. That austere aura, if one's state of mind was slightly weaker, it would instantly shatter.
The Page Stone Tribe members stepped on the ground, their speed was not fast, but the feeling they gave off was like a huge war beast pouncing towards them. Once drawn into the whirlpool of war, one would not be able to extricate themselves.
"These Page Stone Tribe members are all lunatics!" Many yao and other cultivators watched this scene from afar. In the past few years, the Lord of the Page Stone Tribe had rapidly expanded. As the number of cultivators increased, the resources and territory they occupied naturally increased as well.
The Page Stone Tribe was no longer a small tribe trapped in the uninhabited wastelands that could be wiped out at any time due to an accident. After so many years, the Page Stone Tribe's population had grown into the millions. Outsiders did not know the exact number. In terms of cultivation, the Page Stone Tribe was not the most outstanding. However, these Page Stone Tribe members held the legendary Pill King Lu in awe and admiration.
Even though Lu Xiaotian had been suppressed by the Buddhist Sect this time, in the eyes of outsiders, it was not a crime of war. To be able to defeat the Buddhist Sect's Five Extremities Monk alone was an honorable defeat. In the eyes of the Page Stone Tribe, the Saint had fought against the Five Extremities Monk alone without any help. For so many years, the Page Stone Tribe had been under the Saint's protection, but they had never been able to provide him with any assistance. This filled the entire Page Stone Tribe with a sense of humiliation.
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