The road to the heavens starting from the Wild Age

Chapter 192 The decision of Wujianmen
Above the vast void ocean, many Taoist ancestors of Nuwa's camp stood there, and below was a scene of the vast continent being destroyed.

"It's amazing!"

The mighty ones sighed.

In nearly 30 years of fighting, small disillusionments have finally contributed to this big disillusionment.

This scene was not only spectacular on the surface, but also a great victory for the Nuwa camp over the Wujian camp. They were naturally happy and filled with emotion.

The great destruction lasted for more than three full months, and the powerful ones who had completely succeeded no longer hesitated, and all returned to the world of Dayu's human race happily.

And at the same moment, in the deepest part of the Three Realms, in the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons personally sits.

Many Taoist ancestors from the Wujian camp gathered here.

"The ancient ruins have been destroyed, and it's time for us to make a decision. Should we fight or leave?" Feng Mo stood there with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

But in fact, Feng Mo was always feeling sad at this time.

His most powerful disciple Xue Hu, the little guy he trained from the mortal world, died in the ancient ruins.

Originally, his disciple should not have returned to the Three Realms, but should have cultivated insect beasts for the Wujian Sect in an independent world in the chaos.

However, he occasionally went to that world before and was surprised to find that his disciple already had the strength of a leader, which made him think about letting him return to the Three Realms.

Something happened at the ancient ruins, so he let him go.

Although he was cooperating with a foreign race, given his disciple's strength, there shouldn't be any danger, but who knew that Ancestral God Xuanming actually hid his strength and was so terrifying.
"Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, has it really come to this?" At this moment, Dao Ancestor couldn't help but change his color, and ran away without even fighting?

"Ancestral God Xuanming is so terrifying. He has the power to easily crush ordinary leaders. There is no doubt about this." Feng Mo said indifferently:

"Huan Mu and I are probably no match for him. Only by joining forces can we really hope to hold him back."

"But don't forget, the Nuwa camp doesn't only have the Ancestral God Xuanming. We only have so many trump cards. Even if the Nuwa camp doesn't have any trump cards, just with these powers, if we launch a decisive battle now, the chance of winning will be no more than Thirty percent, but do you believe they have no trump cards? Nuwa left nothing and didn’t leave anything behind?"

"It's almost a losing battle, so what's the point of staying?"

After hearing what Feng Mo said, most of the Taoist ancestors of Wujian Sect felt a little unwilling, but they had to admit that this was indeed a fact. Nuwa's camp was too powerful.

Moreover, this kind of strength is not the strength of the whole body, but the sudden appearance of an extremely terrifying strong man.

On the surface, no one in the Three Realms can compete with this person head-on, easily crushing the leader level?If such terrifying powerful men are not restrained, even if they join forces, they will still be slaughtered.

To contain this person, the two top strong men in their camp need to join forces.

It's not like the Nuwa camp is all dead. They suddenly lost two of their top combatants. What can the remaining people do to deal with Tathagata, Sanqing, Suiren, Fuxi and others?

What's more, no one knows what trump card Nuwa left behind. This trump card may be more terrifying than the ancestor god Xuanming.

Many Dao Ancestors tried their best to think about it, but no matter how they thought about it, the odds of winning this war were indeed extremely low.

"But do you just give up like that?"

Suddenly a Taoist ancestor asked: "Escapeing now can temporarily avoid casualties, but where will we go after leaving the Three Realms?"

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Feng Mo was silent for a while, where to go?He doesn't know either!

When he left with the power of Wujian Gate, he lived a stumbling life in chaos with no future at all. Therefore, after he noticed that Nuwa had left, he immediately returned to the Three Realms with everyone in the Wujian camp.

If you leave now, there is still a chance to return!
After leaving this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance of coming back, and it's impossible for Nuwa's camp to let them come back!

"Demon Lord, fight, fight to the end! Even if you die, it is better than being a bereaved dog again!"

"That's right, if you fight with them, you won't necessarily win or lose!"

"Demon Lord, give it a try!"

"." The Taoist ancestors who didn't want to give up just like that spoke one after another.

But soon, some Dao Ancestors who had the intention to retreat spoke up to refute.

"Fight? With what?"

"Do you have to let everyone be buried with you?"

"Chaos is so big, we may not be able to find a home where we can thrive after we leave!"

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Two voices appeared in the camp. Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel, Feng Mo also looked at Master Huan Mu and Demon Hand Daozu, who had been silent next to him, and wanted to ask their opinions.

However, at this moment——

"enough!"

A low drink sounded.

The crowd's voices stagnated slightly, and everyone looked to the bottom almost in astonishment, where a tall and thin figure stood up.

Mozhu Daozu, although he is one of the founders of Wujian Sect, his strength is too ordinary, he is just an ordinary Daozu.

Therefore, at this time, he suddenly stopped everyone, making everyone a little stunned.

"Mo Zhu, what do you want to say?" Youdao Ancestor asked dissatisfied.

"I have a way to deal with Ancestral God Xuanming." Mozhu Daozu said expressionlessly. As he spoke, he took out a bamboo tube and flew directly towards Feng Mo.

Feng Mo frowned slightly. After he took the bamboo tube, his mind swept through it. Soon, a look of shock appeared on his face.

This turned out to be a formation based on Dao Ancestor, and it was very powerful.

It is not that simple to unite the power of Dao Ancestor. Among the existing formations in the three realms, the ones that can perfectly exert their power are most based on the gods and true immortals.

The formation that can combine the power of Dao Ancestor is not that it does not exist, but it is quite crude and the power that can be improved is not great.

"Where did you get this thing?" Feng Mo looked at Mo Zhu.

"I got it by accident before this catastrophe started. I wanted to wait until the end to take it out."

Mo Zhu shook his head and said, and a vast aura suddenly appeared on his body. The endless aura rose into the sky, and the mysterious fluctuations and vast power shocked everyone present.

"Mozhu you"

Some Taoist ancestors who had a good relationship with Mozhu Taoist looked at him in disbelief.

As a member of the ordinary Taoist ancestors, Mo Zhu was old enough, so many people joined him to keep warm. But now, the aura emitted by Mo Zhu was far beyond that of ordinary Taoist ancestors.

Another level of leadership!
"It seems that the Nuwa camp is not the only one to have adventures and opportunities!"

The Taoist ancestors in the Wujian camp were overjoyed. They suddenly saw hope in a war that was almost inevitable to lose.

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Feng Mo didn't speak. He held the bamboo tube in his hand, but felt something was wrong in his heart.

However, this is always good news!

Next to the many Taoist ancestors, a gray-robed figure invisible to everyone frowned at this scene. This was naturally the master of inner demons who had integrated himself into the way of heaven.

"Mozhu?" The Lord of the Inner Demon was also a little surprised. This Mozhu was so hidden that even he was concealed.

However, this is also a good thing. He was originally worried about how to let Wujianmen continue to fight, but now he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

(End of this chapter)