Destiny Martial God

In the Prince Consort's Mansion!

Zhongli Shuiqin fell silent when she heard Yu Haoran's solemn request to provide the inside story of the bloody race war between the Gods and Demons in ancient times.

The mysterious ancestor, the Eternal Evergreen Supreme, left too many secrets unknown to the descendants of the Zhongli family, including the real reason for the bloody race war between the Gods and Demons.

But at the same time, the ancestor was worried that the secrets he left behind might implicate his descendants, so he reserved many restrictions that could not be disclosed at will according to the level of the secrets.

The bloody race war between the Gods and Demons in ancient times involved the eternal and immortal realm, which was the top secret in the world. Even her biological father, the patriarch of the Zhongli family, had no ability and qualification to tell the reason for the bloody race war.

Zhongli Shuiqin's silence also made Yu Haoran realize that the request he had just made was too much, so he changed the way of asking questions again, hoping to get the answer he wanted to know.

"Miss Shuiqin, if the ancient gods and demons meet again, will they continue the life-and-death racial war of ancient times?"

"To be more precise, will they fight a life-and-death battle when they meet?"

"Yes!"

Yu Haoran changed the question and perfectly avoided the various restrictions set by the ancestors, so Zhongli Shuiqin immediately nodded and replied.

"The reason why the gods and demons lost their dominant position in ancient times is directly related to the bloody war between races. The blood feud accumulated between them is irreconcilable. I am afraid that only the complete extermination of one side can eliminate it."

After receiving Zhongli Shuiqin's affirmative answer, Yu Haoran's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

Then, he walked to Qin Lingfei's side and used his absolute control over the formation hub of the mansion to forcibly expel her consciousness that had been integrated into the formation hub.

"Ling Fei, go and rest first, leave the next thing to me!"

After instructing Qin Ling Fei, who looked a little pale, Yu Haoran sat cross-legged under the statue of the white tiger, letting the second clone replace the original body to control the hub of the mansion formation, and then controlled the Prince Consort's mansion to change the flight direction and headed straight for the Demon Sealing Secret Realm thousands of miles away.

"Boom...!"

As an ancient god-clan strongman at the level of Emperor Wu, Shen Jie quickly rushed to the Prince Consort's mansion with a thousand elite strongmen, and then directly ordered his men to attack the mansion's defense formation with all their strength.

With the power of countless attacks all hitting the defense formation, the Prince Consort's mansion suddenly shook violently, and some of the columns used to consolidate the building broke, causing many buildings to collapse.

"Sister Ling Fei!"

"Sister-in-law!"

Looking at the dozens of courtyards and attics in the mansion collapsing one after another, Jian Wuhen and Wu Zhengjun looked at Qin Lingfei with worry.

As the mistress of the Prince Consort's mansion, Qin Lingfei wanted to appear calm, but seeing the other courtyards and attics that Yu Haoran had worked so hard to build for her collapse one after another, the reluctance and sadness in her heart made her cry.

"Lingfei, don't worry, those collapsed other courtyards and attics will automatically recover."

Because the second clone was the hub of the mansion formation, Yu Haoran was still able to control the main body and pay attention to the surrounding situation.

When seeing the worries in Jian Wuhen, Wu Zhengjun and Zhongli Shuiqin's eyes, and seeing Qin Lingfei shed tears of sadness and reluctance, Yu Haoran immediately smiled and comforted her.

"Brother Yu, if more than a thousand powerful gods of the Martial Lord and Martial Emperor realms attack the defensive formation at the same time, how long can this mansion last?"

Seeing that Yu Haoran was able to keep an eye on the surrounding situation at any time while controlling the formation hub, Zhongli Shuiqin was shocked by the other party's strong formation cultivation, and immediately asked the question that she wanted to know in her heart but had never had the chance to ask.

"Unless they use the artifacts of the innate spiritual treasure level, or the gods of the Martial God realm, otherwise, they will not be able to blast open the mansion's defensive formation for a while." Yu Haoran replied with a smile.

At the beginning, when the tower spirit decided to renovate the Prince Consort's mansion by himself, he had already considered in advance that it might be besieged by powerful enemies in the future.

Therefore, in the process of his transformation, he not only incorporated ten of the most advanced defensive formations and nine of the most advanced offensive formations, but also every time he returned to the mansion after the training, the tower spirit would continue to improve the mansion's defense and offensive capabilities based on the gains and insights from the training.

If it weren't for the mansion's defense, which could withstand the siege of powerful enemies for a long time, he would not have been able to wait until the arrival of the ancient gods to drive the mansion out of Xianyang City.

Yu Haoran's confident explanation did not make Zhongli Shuiqin completely relieved, and she continued to ask.

"Brother Yu, how long is a moment?"

"Three hours!"

Considering Shen Jie's special identity, he must have a divine weapon of the innate spiritual treasure level, so Yu Haoran gave a minimum time.

"Brother Yu, after three hours, how should we deal with the more than a thousand ancient gods outside the mansion?"

The strong defense of the Prince Consort's mansion, which could hold out for three hours under the siege of a thousand top martial masters and martial emperors, shocked Zhongli Shuiqin, but she was more worried about the situation after the defense was broken.

Yu Haoran did not answer Zhongli Shuiqin's third question for the time being, but observed the scenery outside the mansion through the hub of the formation.

"If we are lucky, we can not only resolve our own crisis, but also drive the ancient gods out of Xianyang City and the southern region."

When Yu Haoran saw the prince consort's mansion flying over the giant sword gate and only a thousand miles away from the magic secret realm, he said with a complicated look.

"If I am unlucky, then I will directly detonate all the defense and attack formations, as well as the countless energy accumulated in the mansion, at the moment when the mansion's defense is about to be breached."

At this point, Yu Haoran looked at the ancient gods who were still desperately attacking the strong men around the mansion, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes.

"Nineteen kinds of top-level defense and attack formations, spiritual veins and accumulated star power will make the mansion's self-detonation power reach the realm of martial gods, and it is believed that at least more than half of the gods' bodies will be left behind."

Although she really wanted to know what Yu Haoran meant by good luck, when she heard his final decision to self-destruct the mansion's formations and energy, the shock that emerged in her heart made her choose to remain silent.

Twenty minutes!

Looking at more than a thousand subordinates at the Martial Lord and Martial Emperor levels, who had been attacking with all their might for more than twenty minutes but had not only failed to break through the mansion's defensive formation, they could not even stop the fast-moving mansion. Shen Jie, who had been hanging closely behind the mansion, gradually became gloomy.