PS: Fruit wanted to read two chapters at 11 o'clock, so I added it. It's the last draft. Fortunately, tomorrow is a new month, so I don't have to fight for this or that. I can have a good rest and relax!
This month is a little tiring!
Next month, don't rush me. I really have to think about the plot. I updated too quickly this month, and the quality has dropped a little! I'm sorry, everyone!
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The Yang God of Heaven's Choice died!
The appearance of this situation was far more shocking than the death of hundreds of Yuanying Immortals! Because the Yang God could be reborn!
In the previous four games, there had never been a situation where a Yang God died! Regardless of whether it was Zhou Xian who had failed four times or Tianze who had failed five times, the Yang Spirits were all slacking at the level of the Divine Realm. Occasionally, they would be killed, but they would be reborn. No one dared to force the other into a corner!
Only after the outcome of the battle in the lower three realms was decided would the disciples and grand-disciples rush up. Only then would the side with more people win the final victory, and the side with younger disciples who failed to live up to expectations would leave in dejection. However, there would be no situation where a few Yang Gods would rather die than surrender.
Cultivators would never retreat in front of the Great Tao and life, but they would not be aimless and brainless!
After all, their sect's orthodoxy was not dead yet, was it? They were not like the Great Buddhas of the Big and Small Intestines who had no way out!
This was what Lou Xiaoyi had said. In terms of cruelty, the battle in the field was far crueler than the battle in Zhou Xian!
Yang Liang was the first! This meant that there was a peak existence among the Zhou Xianyang Gods who could easily sever a person's life. Considering that the White-Browed God had done it while fighting against three people at the same time, the significance of this was quite terrifying!
The remaining eight Yang Gods began to communicate with each other through their divine senses and began to have the intention to retreat!
At the Yang God level, they were under a fatal threat. Among the disciples below, Heaven's Choice also did not have an advantage, and the situation was even getting worse! The strength of nearly a hundred Zhou Xian Yin Gods was much stronger than several Primordial Spirits of Heaven's Choice and 300 Yuanying Immortals.
There was no point in fighting such a battle! They would only become more and more passive!
Xiaoyao Mountain became a sea of joy!
No one had thought that the game of chess, which originally had little hope, would be played like this by the Xiaoyao cultivators! There were many things that were thought-provoking!
The focus of the turning point was the Xiaoyao cultivator's Si! That last stroke of hers was a stroke of genius! What kind of courage and judgment did it take to hide the strongest chess piece at the very end of the most crucial moment?
Jia Hua's face was flushed red as she was surrounded by her assistants. She went out with everyone to welcome the returning heroes. Of course, this included those Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul cultivators who had given their all even though they had failed.
Victory belonged to everyone, not to a single person or group of people. At the very least, they had to adhere to this concept in their propaganda!
The Chessboard of Heaven and Earth dissipated, and the next battle would take place in a month! Whether it was the cultivators who had just come out or those who had already lost, the first thing they did after their joy was to ask around about their friends, fellow disciples, and fellow disciples. They wanted to know who had died in the battle and who had survived by luck!
Among the excitement, there was also a faint sadness. This was not the end. In the future, they would have to experience this scene many times. Either Zhou Xian continued to stand tall, or the world would change!
Lou Xiaoyi and Qingxuan did not say anything. The two of them, who were used to big scenes, no longer took these empty titles seriously! It was just a game of chess. The number of people was limited, and the tragedy was even more limited. Compared to the death battle between tens of thousands of cultivators in the blue sky, it was not on the same level!
The two of them pretended not to know who killed Yang Qiang. If Bai Mei did not say anything, they would not say anything!
In fact, Bai Mei really would not say anything. This was not to take credit, but to put the blame on him. It would make the Heaven's Choice more afraid, and it would also save the two little guys a lot of unnecessary trouble! This was the responsibility of an elder.
Even the two Yang Gods who knew the truth might not say anything, because it was not nice to be killed by a sneak attack by a Yin God. What were the two of them doing? It was fine that they did not help Yang Qiang, but why didn't they take revenge in the end? If they could not stand up to scrutiny, they might as well pretend to be stupid.
In the chaos, Lou Xiaoyi saw Ka Wah, who was smiling like a flower, in the chaos. He opened his arms and hugged her …
Of course, he hugged nothing, but he could not avoid the man's big hands holding the woman's hands tightly and shaking them …
Qingxuan curled her lips to show her disdain. Those who had attended the party organized by Ka Wah suddenly realized that the little Yuanying did not lie to them. At first glance, they saw the woman's face full of rejection, and then looked at the fierce man's posture of wanting to force himself on her …
Alas, people's hearts are not what they used to be, and the world is deteriorating day by day. What else can they do? As the little Yuanying said, other than pretending not to see, what else can you do?
"Senior Sister, aren't you too cruel? You're just pushing me into a pit of fire! It was dark all around. Fortunately, I was lucky. Otherwise, wouldn't you be alone for the rest of your life? "
Ka Wah snorted coldly, "You deserve it! Who asked you to be so used to being a spy that you can't get rid of the smell of a traitor!
Well, since your performance is not bad, I will set up a table to entertain you and your friends in the evening! "
Lou Xiaoyi objected, "Just me! He is not my friend, and he never drinks or feasts! Standing on top of Mount Xiaoyao and drinking the wind is enough! "
Qingxuan interrupted, "I don't drink other people's wine, but I must drink Fairy Jia's wine!"
Different from when they were in the Blue Sky Realm, the two of them kept a low profile here. They did not mention their role in turning the situation around in the chess game. Apart from a few Yin Masters who knew about it, they hid themselves deeply. The two of them realized that this was a difficult race. The end was the change of the era, and the time was thousands of years. During this process, survival was the way to go, and not recklessly standing at the top without any safety rope.
The hustle and bustle of Mount Xiaoyao continued. This was not something that could be finished in a day or two. Many cultivators were celebrating their victory, many survivors were licking their wounds, and many were reminiscing about their lost faces … This was destined to be a sleepless night.
In Jia Hua's cave abode, there was a table full of medicinal dishes and the sweetest immortal wine. All of these were the handiwork of True Monarch Greater and Lesser Jia, and they were the rewards that the victors deserved.
They talked about the beautiful scenery of the Blue Sky Realm, the interesting stories of the Five Rings, and the difficult and flawed life of a spy. However, they did not talk about the war!
The more they talked about the war, the heavier it became. More and more people reminisced about it, but fewer and fewer people could sit together!
When the wine was drunk, another uninvited guest came. Bai Mei barged in with the wine in his hand. Looking at Senior Sister Jia, who was still somewhat restrained, he could not help but laugh.
"Sit, sit! I am not a senior brother today, nor am I a Sun God. I am just an ordinary, carefree old man who freeloads on food and drinks! There is no need to be so particular!
Look at those two brats. They are not even moving. They don't look like they are meeting an elder. They look like they are meeting an old servant who has come to deliver wine! "
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