At the time of the disaster of the Wind Alliance, Sikong Shuo had already led all the people back to the north. Finally, here, he meets Little Wuyou and becomes a member of the Cloud Alliance.

There was a hint of surprise in Xiao Wuyou's eyes. Si Kongshuo was seriously injured and could not recover without hundreds of years. Moreover, this injury directly cut off Si Kongshuo's future. From then on, unless there was a creation outside the heavens, his practice ceased.

"Goku, you should take good care of yourself. Xiao Wuyou looked at Si Kongshuo, who had been pale all day, and said with a slight frown.

He can today. Si Kongshuo helped him too much. He didn't want Si Kongshuo to ruin his future like Kong Lao. After all, with the talents of the four holes, it is absolutely possible to affect the realm of the Dao.

After being blamed by Xiao Wuyou, Si Kongshuo not only did not get angry, but also showed a happy expression. This is a person's attitude towards his relatives, which shows that he is indeed a person that Xiao Wuyou respects, not a hypocritical person. With such a young generation, the Duanmu family could not be stronger.

"Ahem, I'm just afraid that I have doubts in my heart, so I came out and took a look. By the way, King Shura summoned you. Si Kongshuo coughed a few times.

"Uncle, call me now?" Do you know what it is? Xiao Wu was worried and curious.

At present, the leaders of the Cloud Alliance are discussing countermeasures to deal with the Wind Alliance. Such a meeting could not be discussed in three or five days. Moreover, it was definitely a high-level meeting. Even a saint like Xiao Wuyou is not eligible to participate. At this time, let go of yourself and don't know what that means.

"Haha, I don't know. The guy didn't say it, but I think it's good for you. Si Kongshuo said with a smile.

"Okay, Pingping, I'll go back. Xiao Wuyou nodded and said to Bai Huanting.

Bai Huanting smiled shallowly and watched Xiao Wuyou and Si Kongshuo walk into the hall of Bai Ze Palace. There is pride and tenderness in his smile. He knew that little friendlessness's anxiety and seriousness came from the other side of the river.

"Sister Xue, Sister Lian, and Brother Xiao will save you. ”

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Little Wuyou walked into the hall. There are already 13 old people sitting here. Each of them had a terrible tone. Although this breath was gathered by them, it condensed in the "small" hall, making the little friendless walk heavily and breathe heavily.

He knew that everyone who could sit here was the supreme power of the Southern Wilderness, Duzun.

Yunmeng has 13 unique strongman characters. Little Wuyou now knows that there are 25 unique strongmen in Sixiong and Taishijia, and how many people are hidden behind them. This is Yunmeng's top secret, and it is also the foundation and confidence of Yunmeng. It is only with unique respect that we can turn the tide in this war. Before Xiao Wuyou stepped into the Shula Sword Kingdom, he didn't know anyone. The most powerful people he knew were people like Sikong Shuo and Taishi Jiang. This time, when he saw forty-five powerful people who were single, the shock in his heart was not deep.

"It turns out that there are so many masters hidden in the Southern Wasteland, and it turns out that their eyesight is very poor. Three years after "The Battle of the Boundary River", Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but sigh when he saw more and more single dignitaries.

In the past, he believed that there were only two or three masters on each side of the Southern Wilderness. Now, it seems, this is not the case at all. In the wilderness of the South, there is still some insider information that can last for tens of thousands of years.

What shocked Xiao Wuyou even more was the four little monks sitting under the head of Baizi, four men and one woman. They all looked at Xiao Wuyou gratefully. At first, Little Wuyou didn't notice them, but when they looked at him, he felt like most of his body had been hit hard, which was a small feeling.

"The realm of the Tao ......," Xiao Meimei shouted.

"Wuyou, let me introduce you to the four ancestors of our Yunmeng: Bai Zegu, Duan Chunfeng, Luo Qingshuang, Taishi Gong, and Yuan Ji. Bai Zeli introduced these five elders to Xiao Wuyou one by one. If the only respect is the foundation of the entire Cloud Alliance, then the Five Great Daoists.

If the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, then the war will not last long. Judging from Fengmeng's tragedy in the Jingyue Temple and the Xuanfeng Taoist Temple, they didn't care how many people would die from Yunmeng. In the same way, they don't care how many people will die or be hurt by the disciples. As long as they can unify the wilderness of the South, they don't care about the lives of all people, no matter others, it's my own.

When the strength of the two sides is close, it is impossible to crush the attack, so the war will become a long process. The difference in strength needs to be accumulated slowly, little by little, until it can be determined according to the level of the First World War, the general offensive is about to begin, and the wuzuns of both sides have not yet begun, and that's why.

The accumulation and strength of this process is important, but so is strategy. Everyone is the only sage of Taoism, and they are all wise people. Of course, they don't have an immediate effect. So Xiao Wuyou said that 300 years has always been a relatively conservative estimate, and the war involving the entire southern wilderness, sometimes even thousands of years, may not end, or even end to the end, it will only be a mutually losing situation.

Bai Zili listened to Xiao Wuyou's words, nodded, and said, "Okay, at least three hundred years later, the Battle of the Boundary River will have obvious pros and cons. But it depends on who is stronger and who is stronger in the final decision. ”

"Wu Zun, can you say that? Xiao Wuyou said in surprise when he heard Bai Zeli's words.

"Yes, we became saints, but we were always called by distance. It seems that if we don't go there, we will never be able to save our kingdom. So this battle will ultimately be up to you. White Jegumo sighed.

Ever since they had stepped into the realm of Taoism and become the strongest people in the southern wilderness, they could feel a sense of calling in the darkness in the far north. This feeling, as time goes by, becomes more and more intense. As a result, they don't have much time to stay in the wilderness of the South.

Xiao Wuyou listened to Bai Zewu's words, and finally understood why there was almost no Taoist world in the southern wasteland. Xiao Wu knows that the so-called "place" is the center of the wasteland that day, and no one knows it better than him. After becoming a Taoist sage, not everyone knows about the existence of Middle-earth, but before going to Middle-earth, they can feel the call from the far north.

However, hearing Bai Zewu's words, Xiao Wuyou's heart had many questions.

"Why did the Emissary and the Ghost Valley stay in the Southern Wasteland for so long, and the young Haotian Master in the Nirvana Bodhi Cave?" Can we say that Taoyuan is unaffected? What's more, for so many years, the monks who never seem to have heard of the Tao from any other force have returned to the Southern Wasteland. How could they stay so long? What was the purpose of the messenger of God in the southern wastelands? Is it simply because he wants to rule the southern wastelands?"

All the problems are in the heart of Xiao Wuyou, but those who can help him solve them can't do it. It is estimated that only the so-called Divine Messenger and the Ghost Valley will be able to know the answer, except for the vast heaven in the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana.

It's just a question, but now it's not necessary to know the answer clearly. Xiao Wuyou believes that when he enters the Zhonga Guoda Alu, he will solve the mystery. In a place like this, he will definitely go.