The snowy plains of the extreme north were empty and not suitable for humans to live in. Even upper realms could be frostbitten here. This Holy War was destined not to be known by the secular world. Only Saints were qualified to watch.
Charity Saint pushed Ye Qinghan through the snowy plains alone. Snowflakes danced in the air, cold winds howled, and ice covered millions of miles. A few snow lotuses swayed in the wind. Even thorns could not survive here.
Snowflakes danced in the air and dyed their hair white. The Saint of Universal Love slowed down and leaned over Ye Qinghan's shoulder. He smiled and said, "Does this count as our hair turning white together?"
Whoosh!!!
The white snow danced, forming a snowman that danced in the snowy plains. The snowflakes formed a large character that dissipated in the blink of an eye.
Charity Saint chuckled and pushed Ye Qinghan forward. Her smile was like a flower, more beautiful than the white snow, more beautiful than nature, enchanting all living beings.
"Is it very painful? Can't you speak or move your hands?" Charity Saint asked gently.
The snowman's smile represented Ye Qinghan's current mood.
Ye Qinghan could feel Charity Saint's mood. A trace of joy surged in his heart, but he could not speak or reach out to touch this demoness.
"If you win this battle, I will follow you. If you lose, I will also follow you. However, I will also take Xia Jiulong with me to accompany you in death!" The Universal Love Saint said resolutely as he slowly pushed Ye Qinghan forward.
Universal Love Saint knew that the present Ye Qinghan was very weak. Although it was said that Saints did not kill Saints, Ye Qinghan was different. His soul had already been tainted by the deathless aura. Once his body was destroyed and his soul came into contact with the mortal world, it would immediately dissipate.
Ye Qinghan was not immortal. In fact, he could die easily!
Ye Qinghan did not know what to say. Xia Jiulong was different from ordinary Saints. Xia Jiulong had devoured Lin Jiuxing's soul and stripped him of his origin. He also had the Immortal Sealing Imprint. No Small Saint in the world could defeat him. Ye Qinghan himself did not have the slightest confidence!
Whoosh —
Wuwuwu —
Cold winds howled and snow danced in the sky. The two were covered in snowflakes. Their hair and bodies were dyed white. At this moment, the world was beautiful, ethereal, and beautiful.
The two walked on the snowy plains, looking at Ye Qinghan and Charity Saint from afar. the three Saints were not jealous, but blessed them from the bottom of their hearts...
The Holy Emperor was silent the entire way. He suspected that there was an immortal behind Ye Qinghan. If there really was an immortal, why didn't he heal Ye Qinghan's injuries? ..............
... if...........
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......... two..... choices........................
In the Xiahou Sacred Land, Xiahou Sovereign and Xiahou He had arrived at the snowy plains of the extreme north. They were hidden in the snowy mountains, deep in thought.
............................. Who should we help? "Xiahou asked in a low voice.
Xiahou He took a deep breath. It was a difficult choice. If they made the wrong choice, the Xiahou Sacred Land would be razed to the ground. The winning side would not be merciful. They would take revenge and slaughter all lives.
Crack crack crack!
Xiahou He clenched his fists and said resolutely, "I'm on the Proud Sect's side. I became a saint because of Ye Qinghan. This is the cause. Helping them is the effect. Win or lose, I have a clear conscience."
Xiahou was silent. He knew how powerful the prime was. He was stronger than the Heavenly Grandmaster Great Sage and Saint Emperor. The prime could easily suppress any Great Saint with three to five Minor Saints. The Great Saints were the main force of the holy war. Judging from their strength, the Sacred Nation was sure to win.
… …
The two Saints of the Eternal Sacred Land were also thinking about the difficult choice. Chess Sovereign Saint would choose to help Ye Qinghan for his personal feelings. But for the sake of the people of the Eternal Sacred Land, he had to choose the side with a higher chance of winning.
The two argued for days without a definite answer. In the end, they had no choice but to give up.
The Battle Ancestor had no room for negotiation. Wu Zhenjun was the same. Based on the current situation, they would definitely choose to help the Proud Sect. But for the sake of survival, no one knew who they would help.
But there were many sacred lands that would choose to help the Sacred Nation. Blessed Buddha Temple, Hell, Xixiang Sacred Land …
Once the holy war began, every Saint would be the backbone of the forces. The more Saints there were, the greater the chance of winning.
Everyone was making plans for their own escape. The three thousand sects did not want to be cannon fodder. They were all actively working. Some contacted the Sacred Nation, some contacted the Sacred Nation. But the majority contacted the Sacred Nation. After all, the Sacred Nation was an old power. As for the Proud Sect, who knew if they really had an immortal protecting them?
Of course, there were always naive children who imagined that the Proud Sect had an immortal. They would have no worries after joining the sect!
… …
At this time, Ye Qinghan had been pushed to the snowy plains in the far north. The place was extremely cold. The Love Saint emitted holy power to protect Ye Qinghan's body.
Ye Qinghan looked like he was asleep. In fact, he was constantly cultivating and comprehending the Star Picking Hand. He hoped to comprehend the sixth style. Once he succeeded, it would be easy to deal with Xia Jiulong. So what if he had the imprint!
But the sixth style, let alone comprehending it, he could not even understand it! The runes on the last line of the second page were very harmful to one's soul if one were to look at them with one's spiritual sense.
So Ye Qinghan temporarily gave up on the sixth style and focused on the first five styles. He hoped to cultivate the Star Picking Hand to its strongest state. When his soul was tired, he used his mind to swallow the immortal peach to recover. He was always at his peak, not daring to relax.
All the Saints in the world looked at Ye Qinghan and the Love Saint. Some were murderous, some were regretful.
Xia Jiulong had already reached the center of the battlefield. He sat cross-legged and adjusted his condition. The Immortal Sealing Mark could be used again!
The great battle was about to begin. The battle between the Supreme Saints was inevitable.
The Cloud Dragon Sage and the other nine lords stood behind Xia Jiulong. They stared at the approaching Ye Qinghan and the Love Saint with murderous intent.
However, the Light Saint, Power Saint, and Life Saint also appeared quietly, protecting Ye Qinghan from behind.
It was not that the Insane Sect did not come. They were afraid that Ye Qinghan would be angry. The Saints of the Insane Sect were ready for the Holy War. So Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu led the twelve Saints and rushed in quietly, ready to protect Ye Qinghan's golden body.
The Holy Master knew the masters of the Insane Sect like the back of his hand. However, he did not care about them. Instead, he looked at the Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage standing on a snowy mountain. His figure flashed and he asked indifferently, "Brother Heavenly Grandmaster, you and I are like brothers. Let me ask you one question. Do you want to become an immortal?"
The Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage looked at the Holy Master silently and nodded. He replied, "Brother Xia, what do you think?"
The Holy Master looked directly at the Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage and said in a low voice, "Your divination ability is stronger than mine. In the past hundred years, I know you have done divination. Let me ask you, does the Insane Sect have immortals?"
The Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage was expressionless and did not reply.
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