I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 264 Chapter 268
The extreme west of the Zhou Dynasty, the land of hundreds of barbarians.

The mountains and mountains are undulating, like a long dragon with no head, lying on this land.

The sky is cloudless, green shade is everywhere, and ancient trees are everywhere, which makes people sigh the beauty of nature, but this beauty cannot conceal the danger of the barren land.

Under the blue sky, there are a few birds flapping their wings and flying across the sky at an alarming speed.

Ow.

There was a roar in the mountains, resounding through the mountains, and snowflakes fell.

The birds and beasts that were born in the barren mountains, one by one, uphold the primitive law of the jungle. They are huge and have different shapes, but there is one thing that is very similar, and most of them have a brutal breath.

A red-crowned crane leaped from the forest, with its white and flawless wings, its breath was peaceful, and its flying posture was extremely elegant.

Whenever there are birds and beasts that don't open their eyes, as long as they get close to ten feet, they will suddenly change direction and turn back, which is very surprising.

"It's a pity that such a brave hundred barbarian only recognizes the hundred barbarians."

On top of the crane, stood a man with fluttering long hair. His breath was indifferent, his robe was loose, and he looked very dusty. His facial features were perfectly proportioned, and his eyes were shining brightly. He was a Taoist.

In the mountains and forests, a shirtless savage walked through the dense forest, holding a wooden spear, and tracking a golden-crowned deer.

fly by.

Baiman Mountain, with clusters of palaces and palaces, Qionglouyuyu, mountain streams and rivers passing through, is a rare natural and artificial landscape in the world.

On the high platform on the mountainside, a large group of people dressed in animal skins stood among them, with solemn expressions, as if they were welcoming some important person.

Cranes fly over.

"Welcome to Sanqing Shengzun."

Shout out in unison.

The person who welcomes the head looks like a young girl with a petite figure, a young face, and wheat-colored skin, but in reality, she is the senior sister of the Hundred Barbarian Sect, and the strongest candidate for the next generation Sect Master.

Wei Rong, a person who has come to the end of his path as a master.

Almost none of the clan members of her generation were her opponents, and there were not many people of her generation in the entire Baiman Mountain, and not many knew her real age.

"The Holy Ancestor is already waiting in the temple, please."

Her eyes were full of light, and the fighting spirit surged in her body, but she suppressed it.

According to her sage ancestor, this Sanqing sage is the weakest. Unlike the previous ones with terrifying aura, she looked at the thin skin and tender face of the Sanqing sage, and in her evaluation criteria of a hundred barbarians, she was undoubtedly a weakling.

In her petite body, she hides the heart of a martial idiot.

Those people were terrifying, and she knew she was invincible, but this one looked like a bully.

"Ah."

It's a nice sound.

Suddenly, Sanqing Shengzun's body was as tall as a mountain, as if he was inhuman, and the heavy aura exuded was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, making Wei Rong breathless.

Bang.

The rocks shattered and she knelt on the ground.

"I'll give you an advice, don't provoke people indiscriminately, it's dangerous."

Like a teleportation-like movement technique, no one needs to lead the way, every step is so close to the world.

"Take care of my crane."

The people who greeted him were not angry because of this.

"It's so powerful. The air force alone forced me to admit defeat. The difference in the transformation of the saint is so big. No wonder the ancestor is right. It's not that he is powerful, but that all the saints are much better than the master. "

Wei Rong showed a pleasant smile.

The Temple Without Walls.

Five stone pillars propped up the dome of the palace, sitting cross-legged in the void, and the four sect saints with different expressions had restrained aura from top to bottom, making it hard to tell the depth.

"Old Man, Sanqing, Qiankun, what do you think about the destruction of the Five Jedi Palaces? Now the Five Dynasties claim to uphold justice and eradicate demons, but they are actually targeting our sects.

Several branches of our Qiongcang Sect in the Xia Dynasty were suppressed by the Xia Dynasty in the name of Tongmomen, this is an omen. "

The old man with a vicissitudes of life opened his mouth straight after Sanqing arrived.

"Qian Cang, you are too worrying about the sky. If the five dynasties are not in harmony, no matter how you unite, the big deal is to cut off our tentacles in the five dynasties, so as to prevent us from repeating the act of setting things right a hundred years ago."

Even if he was sitting cross-legged, a strong man in animal skin would be nearly two meters tall.

He is the holy ancestor of the hundred barbarians, the supreme ruler of the hundred barbarians.

On one side of the land, almost all the wars in the territory of the Five Dynasties would not affect the Hundred Barbarians at all, and the foundation of the establishment of the sect is also in the Hundred Barbarians, which is the most secure force of the four sects.

So he is the last thing to want to make a big event.

"It can't be done again. It is inevitable that the five dynasties will cut off our tentacles, but we belong to each other. If they really plan to treat our Huawai sect like Xuehengshan, Huadao and other sects.

Don't forget, the Five Dynasties are very greedy, and the many countries will be destroyed by the Five Dynasties.

Qiankun, don't forget that there are rich and precious medicines in the extreme north, and Beiyu has been in pity for a long time.

You are located in the cold north, and because of the right time and place, Beiyu dare not go north indiscriminately. Once the expansion of Beiyu to the west is over, the expanding Beiyu will not continue to go north. Last time you retreated a hundred miles, this time Woolen cloth? "

Sanqing Shengzun stretched out his hand and waved, the true energy gathered, flickering bright and dark, a topographical light map full of out-of-body feeling.

It symbolizes the territory of Beiyu, devouring the territory of the north bit by bit.

In these hundreds of years, the clan of Qiankunzong has been devoured bit by bit. About 600 years ago, Xueheng Mountain, one of the two famous clans in the northern land, was changed by the Yu dynasty, and the clan became the dynasty. .

It was the lack of support from the Qiankun Sect that caused the death of the Holy Master Xueheng of that generation, thus changing Xueheng Mountain.

This became the eternal pain of Qiankunzong.

"It seems that the Yu Dynasty is the weakest, and Xue Heng, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, is restraining the Monkey Ancestor, but don't forget that the Monkey Ancestor lived for a thousand years, and for a thousand years, the Yu Dynasty was under its guidance and contained a thousand years of wisdom.

Even if it is a monkey, it is enough to stand up to the two of us, and it can still win.

Ying Shengzun of the Li family of the previous generation was seriously injured by your sneak attack. You also think that he was only seriously injured and survived a hundred years of life, but you don’t find it strange that he resolutely returned to heaven and earth. "

Sanqing Shengzun continued.

Qiankun's eyes flickered.

A hundred years ago, the four counties in the north of the Yu Dynasty still belonged to the Qiankunzong's land, but they were annexed by the Li family's predecessor Yingzun. The territory won by the Holy One has been held for less than 300 years.
There are too many, Qiankunzong has suffered too much in the Yu Dynasty.

Now, Yu Chao has become the heart demon of Qiankunzong, and Qiankunzong has also been demonized by Yu Chao in the territory, becoming a master of the way of magic, comparable to the magic sect.

Of course, this kind of argument is not popular, it is only prevalent in the territory of the Yu Dynasty.

"You and I, the four sects working together, can at most be comparable to the strength of the previous dynasty. Could it be that you let us tear ourselves apart from them."

The hundred barbarian ancestors asked.

The gap between the sect and the imperial court is not only in the strength of the saint, but also in almost all aspects.

If it weren't for the more serious harm caused by the scruples and no worries, the four sects would have been wiped out long ago, and even the sect's main altar would change frequently, lest it would reveal its position.

"Tearing is necessary, but not tearing the face. It must make Wuchao worry about it, and we can't let them easily suppress the Demon Gate."

Sanqing Shengzun seemed to reprimand Fang Qiu.

Not too fast, not slow, the countermeasures are analyzed bit by bit, and the eloquence is eloquent.

(End of this chapter)