After saying this, the clone of the heavens floated in mid-air and did not dissipate directly.

"Mi Sheng." Xin You flashed and came to the body of the doppelganger of Mitian, and said respectfully: "Dare to ask, among these three high-ranking saints, is there a cold salary?" ”

The rest of the saints and quasi-saints also looked at this doppelganger of Mitian.

"Nope." The doppelganger shook his head and replied very simply.

When Xin You heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

The saints and quasi-saints of the Chosen One camp temporarily stopped attacking those floating cities, and they gathered together and began to discuss the next countermeasures.

At the level of a saint or quasi-saint, the speed of thinking is as fast as lightning, and the speed of communication is also extremely fast.

Soon, a group of saints and quasi-saints have already assigned tasks, 1 saint leads 5 quasi-saints to monitor the floating city of those aboriginal camps, and the rest of the saints and quasi-saints, including the green dragon under Mitian, their task is to intercept the reinforcements from the aboriginal side, hold this airspace, and wait for the support of the peak saint Mitian.

On the side of the Chosen One's camp, including Xin You, in this area, there are a total of 6 saints, of which, 4 are beginner saints, 2 are intermediate saints, plus the high-ranking holy dragon of the sky, the strength is actually not weak, in this airspace, hold on for 3 seconds, and stick to the peak saint to come here, it should not be a problem.

It's just that in the three seconds before the peak saints arrived, how many saints and how many quasi-saints would fall here, it is unknown.

As these aboriginal powerhouses who rushed to reinforce were getting closer and closer to this side, Xin You, who had a pair of pale golden eyes, could already see the general appearance of these aboriginal powerhouses clearly.

There were a total of 321 aboriginal powerhouses, and among them, Xin You didn't see the face that made him feel very familiar.

It seems that what the Mitian clone said is not wrong, among these aboriginal powerhouses who rushed over to support, there is no such cold salary.

This made Xin You breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as there is no cold salary among the high-ranking saints of the aborigines who came to reinforce, he is sure to live!

……

10 minutes later, in Ziwei City, inside the Ziwei Palace.

At the beginning, the entire Chosen One camp, including the peak saint Mi Tian, had a total of 9 saints and 23 quasi-saints.

Later, Xin You broke through and became a saint, and on the side of the Chosen One, there were a total of 10 saints.

But now, in the empty Ziwei Hall, there are only 6 saints left.

They are the peak saint of the wood system, the mid-rank saint Yan Guang of the soul system, the median saint Zhang Yan of the rock system, the mid-level saint Shi Mo of the death system, the first-rank saint Xin You of the time system, and the first-rank saint Zhong Wuya of the space system.

From the beginning of the temporary battle to the present, no high-ranking saint has ever existed in the Chosen One camp.

In the battle a few minutes ago, the first saint of the life system was killed, and even the water system, Mu Qiu, the first first saint of the water system, also fell in this battle.

The Quasi-Saint-level Chosen One has fallen even more, and as of now, among the Chosen One, there are only 9 quasi-saint-level Chosen ones left in the Chosen One camp.

This time the meeting seemed very dull, and after only a few minutes, Mitian, whose face was slightly pale, stood up, waved his hand, and said, "That's all for today, let's all disperse." ”

All the saints and quasi-saints stood up, and after bowing slightly to Mi Tian, who was standing in front of them, they turned around and left the empty Ziwei Hall.

At the same time, about 5,000 kilometers away from Ziwei City, in a city in the aboriginal camp.

Although this city is significantly smaller than Ziwei City in terms of area, there are also large and small houses and palaces in this city.

In a somewhat gloomy palace, a young man in black sat cross-legged on a withered yellow futon, his eyes silent.

In front of him, more than 100 futons were neatly placed, and on each futon, a figure sat cross-legged.

Most of the figures seem a little illusory, they are just projections, only a dozen or so futons, sitting on real human beings.

This black-clothed young man is the hall master of the Purple Star Hall in the aboriginal camp - Han Sheng, and he is also a high-ranking saint that Xin You is extremely afraid of-Han Xin!

The black-clothed young man Han Xin squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the saints in the Purple Star Hall below, and finally, his gaze fell on one of the old men with a somewhat illusory figure, and said indifferently: "In the battle just now, dozens of sages and tens of thousands of powerful clansmen worked together to mobilize most of the strength of our clan in this place to besiege and kill one person, but instead of killing that person, our clan lost 2 star lords, 18 saints, and more than 1,700 powerful clansmen, as the only star lord who escaped back, Ji Lei Star Lord, Don't you have anything to say? ”

The old man, who was stared at by the young man in black, had a very difficult face, and after his face was cloudy for a while, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Han Sheng, I waited for the wrong thing, I underestimated the strength of that heaven, so many clansmen sacrificed because of this, for this, I can't escape the blame, and please punish Han Sheng!" ”

Han Xin was noncommittal about this, and said indifferently: "Mitian, it is a peak saint, here, our strength has been weakened by 5 small levels, and the Chosen One on the side of the Heavenly Dao camp has only been weakened by 4 small levels, in this way, our high-ranking saints, compared to that Mitian, are 2 small levels behind, this is already a very big gap, dare to ask Ji Lei Star Lord, how much sacrifice do we need to pay before we can safely escort another city here, and condense it into a great array of gathering spirits to change the sky?" ”

Lord Ji Lei was silent, but his face became even more ugly.

The other aboriginal saints present all had contemplative expressions.

Han Xin continued: "If everything goes well, it will be fine, if it doesn't go well, these clansmen will die in vain, and if this is repeated a few times, how many clansmen can we have left?" When the time comes, if this Mitian successfully survives this catastrophe and becomes the new Ziwei God, how will he deal with us, I don't need to say more, right? Once Mitian becomes the god of Ziwei, all of our clan, no one will be spared, and they will all die! ”

Ji Lei Xingchen couldn't be silent anymore at this time, he blushed and said, "Han Sheng, I waited for the wrong time, so many people died in battle, please give me death!" ”

After staring deeply at the old man for a while, Han Xin shook his head, and said in an indifferent voice: "There is nothing wrong with sacrificing the clansmen, what is wrong is that these clansmen were worthless by you, and their sacrifices, which could have created more value, were sacrificed by you in vain." ”

The saints of the Purple Star Hall sitting on the futon were all silent.

They naturally knew what the implication of Han Xin's words was.

As early as a few days ago, Han Xin put forward one of his ideas, but the idea he proposed was really too cruel, at that time, most of the saints in the Purple Star Hall expressed their opposition, and the star lords led by Ji Lei were the most fiercely opposed at that time.

Han Xin's proposal a few days ago was to give up the plan of gathering spirits to change the heavens that he had drawn up before, and he had another kind of great array, the name of this great array, called - Eternal Blood Great Array!