Xianhong Road

Chapter 575 Sweeping the barbarians

The Peacock Temple is located on a plain in the desert of Huashan Mountain.

The entire barbarian area covers millions of miles, and it is not all desert, there are also a few hills and plains.

The Peacock Temple stands on the fertile plain in the westernmost part of the desert.

For tens of thousands of years, it has been a shrine jointly worshiped by the nine tribes in the mountains, and has the supreme status and authority.

Even though most of the time, the Nine Mountain Clans were in the midst of a civil war, the transcendent status of the Peacock Temple had never been questioned.

In the past hundred years, a once-in-a-century genius, Saintess Yehan, appeared in the Peacock Temple.

Ye Han was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of less than a hundred years old, and she is also the youngest Huashan saint in the world.

When she was in her twenties, she made an exception and became the disciple of the most powerful barbarian "Black Wind Demon Emperor".

Subsequently, the Black Wind Demon Emperor integrated the nine tribes of barbarians in the name of the "Holy Temple" and became the uncrowned king of the barbarians on Huashan Mountain.

The various changes during this period did not exceed 80 years.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's existence, the Peacock Temple might have led the nine tribes of barbarians to crush the Northern Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms.

Now, the situation has reversed, only in a few months.

As early as a few years ago, during the Battle of Ancient Liangcheng, Yang Fan made a move at a critical moment, turned the situation around, defeated the nine barbarian tribes, and severely injured their vitality.

Afterwards, Yang Fan used strong means to coerce the high-level officials of Bei Qin to attack, and directly entered the territory of the barbarians in Xishan.

After several years of fighting, the Xishan barbarians, large and small cultivating tribes and forces, were killed by hundreds of thousands of monks in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

The reason why it was so smooth is also thanks to Yang Fan's layout 50 years ago. As early as when he was fighting against the Sanyou old devil, he infiltrated the forces of the Dark Blood Dynasty into the barbarians.

Therefore, after entering the barbarians, all routes and geographical environment are unimpeded, and even the situation of the enemy can be basically grasped.

In the third year after the Northern Qin army invaded the barbarians of Huashan Mountain, they finally penetrated into their last base, the Temple of the Peacock.

According to the news reported by the Dark Blood Dynasty, the last [-] elite monks of the barbarians retreated to the Peacock Temple.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor, the Barbarian Saintess, the Three Great Celestial Masters, and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators all guarded this last piece of pure land.

More than 30 Beiqin monks oppressed the Peacock Temple like a black cloud.

Far away, Yang Fan's superhuman eyesight saw the outline of the Peacock Temple.

It was a majestic palace complex, covering a range of hundreds of miles.

In the center of the palace group, there is a colorful palace that stands out from the crowd. On the top of the palace, there are seven peacock feathers of different colors that are hundreds of feet long, which is majestic and majestic.

Looking from a distance, he felt a faint oppression.

If Yang Fan has been to the territory of the "Peacock King" in Tianqin Inner Sea, or if the "Master Yinhun" has visited this place in person, he will definitely find that there are seven similar peacock feathers on the largest temples in these two areas. Gorgeous and dazzling.

"A colorful peacock fairy?"

Yang Fan looked at the colorful palace and muttered to himself.

A few years ago, when he first met Saintess Yehan in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan asked them what they believed in.

Saintess Yehan spoke solemnly and solemnly at that time, and replied: Seven-Colored Peacock Fairy.

At the same time, in the majestic hall in the center of the Peacock Temple.

"Lord Demon Emperor, Your Highness the Holy Maiden, the Northern Qin army, more than 30 monks, have already reached the front of the Peacock Temple, and have not launched an attack for the time being..."

A temple attendant kneels to report.

Above the main hall, there are two people sitting: Black Wind Demon Emperor and Yehan Saintess.

The Heifeng Demon Emperor's skinny figure, slightly pale face, sunken eyes, pitch black, no trace of emotional fluctuations can be seen.

There was a hint of worry in the beautiful eyes of Saint Yehan, and she cast her gaze on the Black Wind Demon Emperor above her.

"Tell the three great masters."

An empty and indifferent voice sounded in the hall.

In the black eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, there was a gleam of flame dancing, and he said in a strange tone: "Today will be the last time for my barbarian Xiyue to come back."

"Turn over?"

Saintess Yehan was slightly taken aback, and then her worries turned into joy.

"Teacher, there is really hope. The monks of my Xiyue clan have been killed by more than [-]%..."

Saintess Yehan asked puzzledly.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor slowly raised a hand, and cast his eyes into the distance, as if a legendary figure appeared in his eyes.

"He can turn the situation around at the moment of the final crisis in Ancient Liang City, and the emperor can do the same."

He shook his raised hand suddenly, and there was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Not long after, the three barbarian celestial masters gathered in the entire hall.

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The army of hundreds of thousands of monks from Northern Qin camped near the temple and began to integrate monks from all walks of life.

The three major monks and Yang Fan stood together, smiling on each other's faces.

"I hope that this final battle will wipe out all the barbarians, and at least my country of Zhao will be at peace for thousands of years."

There was some anticipation in Feng Wujue's eyes.

Zhao Guo is the superpower closest to the barbarians, so the hatred for the barbarians is even deeper.

"The barbarians still have the last [-] monks, all of whom are elites. The Black Wind Demon Emperor and the three celestial masters are still there. Even if we win this battle, we will probably suffer heavy losses."

Sanqing Sanren sighed lightly.

After several years of fighting, all the cultivating forces of the barbarians have been eradicated. Of the 40 monks who were killed in the barbarians, now only about 30 remain.

It is conceivable how many monks will be lost after this last battle is over.

I'm afraid that in the next hundred years, it will be difficult for the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty to regain their vitality.

Yang Fan looked calm, looked far into the Peacock Temple, and his eyes were solemn: "I feel that the barbarian monk has not given up, and seems to want to make the last struggle and resistance. Moreover, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is arrogant, and I am afraid he will not be reconciled. Admit defeat."

When the three monks heard the words, their complexions changed at the same time.

"Could it be that in this desperate situation, he still wants to reverse the situation?"

The ancestor of Xue Lian said in disbelief.

"Back in ancient Liangcheng, Yang was able to reverse the situation, why didn't he dare to have such an idea?"

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth curled into a smile.

"Yang Daoyou is right." Feng Wujue nodded: "The situation at this moment is very similar to when we were in Ancient Liangcheng."

Under Yang Fan's reminder, the three major monks put away their contempt and became a little more cautious.

scoff——

A dazzling rainbow shot from the Northern Qin position to the barbarian holy land.

The formation above the Peacock Temple rippled a little bit, but it was still pierced by the startling rainbow.

The startling rainbow was dim, and its speed was greatly reduced. It turned out to be an arrow that left the string.

There is a scroll of special material on the arrow.

Whoosh!
Among the barbarian monks, a Nascent Soul strongman flew out, stretched out his hand, grabbed the arrow that left the string, and took off the scroll on it.

After a hasty glance, the face of the Nascent Soul expert changed drastically, and he rushed to the temple quickly, and put the object on it as the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

In the empty and splendid hall.

There were only five people, including the three celestial masters who came later.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor unfolded the scroll and looked calm after reading the contents above.

Afterwards, he handed the scroll to the barbarian saint Yehan.

"Yang Fan and the three major monks gave us an ultimatum...surrender unconditionally within three days, and sign a blood curse contract that will never violate Bei Qin, or we will go to war immediately."

Ye Han's complexion changed slightly, and he handed the scroll to the three celestial masters.

"My lord, the nine barbarian tribes have lost almost [-]% of the monks. If we go through this battle again, I'm afraid there is a danger of extermination..."

The black-faced celestial master looked worried.

His right arm is empty, only a left arm.

The broken arm was cut off by Shi Qianhan with the Mohuang sword three years ago in front of the ancient Liangcheng.

"In terms of strength, if we fight recklessly, we will definitely lose..."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor said lightly.

"Then Lord Demon Emperor, what should we do?"

The black robe Mu Tianshi asked with a little respect.

"As far as I know, the Northern Qin Thirteen-Nation Alliance has always been a mess. In the past tens of thousands of years of history, the Northern Qin countries have at most repelled our holy clan, but they will not come in like this at any cost. Because my West Mountain is a deserted land with a lack of resources, the Northern Qin Cultivation World will not be interested in invading this place. Moreover, looking at the layout, Yang Fan has infiltrated his power into my West Mountain for a long time."

"This time, Bei Qin still persisted in chasing me after repelling the nine clans of Xishan, and even got into a ball. It was probably due to the efforts of Yang Fan. Only he can have such a far-reaching vision, and only he, Possess the prestige of integrating the Thirteen-Nation Alliance."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor analyzed them one by one, which made the hearts of the three celestial masters and Saintess Yehan clear.

"Mohuang, what do you mean, as long as Yang Fan is killed, the thirteen kingdoms will lose their souls, and they will become a mass of scattered sand. At that time, not only will my nine tribes in Xishan be safe and sound, they may even make a comeback and kill them north again." Qin..."

The old dwarf's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help being a little excited.

"It's just that Yang Fan's supernatural powers don't belong to the Demon Emperor. If you want to kill him, I'm afraid..."

The black-faced celestial master said worryingly.

"It is really difficult to kill him, and the emperor is not sure. Therefore, at this critical moment, the ultimate power of the temple altar must be used."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's gaze suddenly turned to Saintess Yehan: "Whether the situation can be reversed depends on you..."

"Three days, I'm afraid it's a little tight..." Saintess Yehan sighed.

The army of Beiqin monks waited in the Peacock Temple for a few days, but there was no response.

"Three days have come and we are ready to launch a general offensive."

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

He had a faint feeling that the longer the time dragged on, the worse it would be for himself and others.

Just when the 30 troops of the Northern Qin Dynasty were in high spirits, ready to rush into the Peacock Temple.

swoosh~~~
From the Peacock Temple, a black dot flew out, and a powerful spiritual oppression came, almost stopping the hundreds of thousands of troops.

The black spot gradually grew bigger, revealing the figure of the black wind demon Crown Jue Beiqin.

"Your Excellency is so arrogant. Could it be that you claim to be able to rely on one person's strength to counter my entire Northern Qin army of hundreds of thousands?"

Feng Wujue sneered.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor spoke slowly: "There are countless monks and souls in the nine clans of Xishan and the thirteen kingdoms of Beiqin. If our holy clan fights desperately, even if you win, your vitality will be severely injured and countless casualties will be lost."

"At this moment, the emperor has a proposal, which can avoid the heavy losses of countless monks on both sides, and can also resolve the grievances between the two parties."

"Please speak." Sanqing Sanren's eyes lit up slightly.

"The nine clans of Xishan fought against the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin for decades, and the key to the outcome is nothing but the most powerful."

"My emperor proposes that the two parties each send a strongest person to represent hundreds of millions of monks and souls, to fight a life-and-death duel..."

(As soon as the update arrived, the power was still cut off in the early morning...

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(End of this chapter)