"Huh, it's Big Brother?!"

A crisp and immature voice sounded, looking the youngest, but thirteen or fourteen-year-old Bi Xiao screamed in surprise, her eyes widened, staring at Xuandu like two copper bells.

Xuandu had already received the transmission of the white night, so he naturally knew what was going on with these people in front of him, and nodded with a smile: "If there is no mistake, I am your senior brother!"

"Bi Xiao has seen Senior Brother!" Bi Xiao hurriedly gave a salute, but only after the salute did he react, and exclaimed: "Do you know who our teacher is?"

Zhao Gongming and Yunxiao Qiongxiao smiled bitterly together: You even shouted Senior Brother just now, can you still know which one?

Yuanxing Daoist also reacted immediately, although it was not clear what was going on, and it was not possible to confirm whether these people were the disciples of the Yuqing Sage or the Shangqing Sage, but the disciples of the Sanqing Sage were undoubted. Yuan Xing suddenly understood what Bai Ye's reminder just now meant, and gently arched his hand at Bai Ye to show his gratitude.

Needless to say, everyone once again guarded the great migration of the Terrans. However, this time, Bai Ye's confidence was much stronger: even if you didn't consider the many extra Taiyi Golden Immortal-level cultivators in the team, just looking at the names of those existences behind them was enough to make many guys with plans in their hearts think about it, right?

Thus, for the next period of time, there was no accident at all in the peaceful journey, and the migration journey of the human race suddenly became like a tour. So in this case, Xuandu didn't have to be on guard at the end of the team all the time, but took turns guarding with Zhao Gongming Yunxiao and a few of them - this was not an arrangement made by Bai Ye, but Yunxiao's active request.

"The disciples that Uncle Tongtian has accepted this time are indeed good!" In their spare time, Xuandu and Bai Ye stood high in the sky and chatted: "I am a little wronged by these disciples who can't speak of their own masters!"

"Oh?" Bai Ye immediately became interested: "Why can't they say that they are the teacher?"

When Xuandu heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly: "Because of the primordial master!"

On the Kunlun Mountain, the three clears are one, which is a well-known thing. Therefore, the disciples of the Sanqing Sect communicate with each other, and they are all commensurate with each other, which is something that is known in many passages in later generations, and Bai Ye naturally knows it.

But what Bai Ye didn't know was Tongtian's dedication to his apprentice.

"Uncle Tongtian seems to like to take in apprentices very much, once he meets some creatures with good qualifications, he will come forward to pass down some basic cultivation methods and determine the status of master and apprentice. Wait until you come out of the form, and then officially accept you as a disciple!"

"Originally, this matter was nothing, but the key was from the original master. Although the primordial master also attached great importance to his disciples, his requirements were much higher than those of Uncle Tongtian! Not only qualifications, but also heart, surname, morality, quality, and so on...... In this way, until now, the phantom array under Kunlun Mountain is still there, and not a single disciple has been included!"

That's true. Bai Ye met Sanqing on Kunlun Mountain, and although he didn't look for it in particular, he still noticed the huge phantom array at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. If it weren't for the direct delivery of Hou Tu Niang, his wisp of ghost body would inevitably have to go through the phantom array, and he wouldn't even be able to get out!

"In this way, there is a problem. Xuandu said helplessly: "Although Uncle Tongtian acts uninhibitedly, he still respects the original uncle. The primordial master had not yet included disciples, so how could he be the first to do so? Therefore, no matter how many creatures were found after they had successfully transformed into shapes, Uncle Tongtian would first warn them that it was only the stage of investigation, and they could only be regarded as the kind of teachers and disciples who listened to the Tao. If you really want to include disciples, you can only look at the chance!"

After hearing this, Bai Ye could only laugh: "Then the reason why Zhao Gongming can't say it is because he is afraid that he has touched the consideration of the Tongtian Sage and disliked the Sanqing Sage?"

Xuandu nodded helplessly: "That's it." ”

White Night laughed even more. If you know how powerful a saint is, the primitive saint must also know these things, so the current situation can be said to be embarrassing for everyone to know!

But after all, it was about a saint, and Bai Ye immediately stopped laughing: although he believed that with the heroism of Tongtian, he would definitely not take this little thing to heart, but it was better to be cautious. What's more, Tongtian specially sent them to help.

The two chatted for a while, and Xuan Du seemed to suddenly remember something, and said solemnly: "Big brother, there is one thing that I have to tell you about it." ”

Seeing his solemn expression, Bai Ye immediately nodded and said, "You say!"

"Before Zhao Gongming and a few junior brothers and sisters came here, I once heard Uncle Tongtian say casually, saying that it is better for the human race to no longer be too conspicuous now, but to sink!" Xuan Du frowned, and his expression was serious: "I think, this is not an unintentional remark!"

Of course, this is not an unintentional statement! No matter how boring Tongtian is, he will not suddenly say this in front of his disciples!

So that is, this is what the saint means?

"Do you sink down...... Bai Ye's heart turned sharply, and he muttered to himself: "It's really time to sink down......"

Since the birth of the human race, there has only been a short period of 160 years. For a race, this is a short time that is not worth mentioning—no, even for monks, it is an extremely short time! It took tens of millions of years for the demon race to accumulate, and the witch race only officially appeared after a certain amount of eon! In comparison, the human race is like a baby in swaddling clothes!

However, to everyone's surprise, this human race, which should be as weak and weak as a baby, actually set off a huge frenzy on the flood wilderness! Whether it was his entanglement or the strength he was showing now, the whole flood was amazed!

But underneath such a statement is the undisguised weakness of the human race!

Without enough time to accumulate and not have enough strength to support it, the current Terran is more like an attic in the air - it looks good, but as long as there is a little external force, it can completely destroy him!

Therefore, for the current human race, what is needed is accumulation! It is to sink down, sink to the bottom of all eyes, and quietly start the accumulation of its own foundation!

Bai Ye had this meaning early on, but the situation never gave the human race time to accumulate: first the Demon Clan's Emperor Jun Taiyi, and then the Eleventh Ancestor of the Wu Clan.

"But even the saint has opened his mouth to mention something, it seems that the time has come for the human race to have to accumulate!" After thinking about it, he made a decision and smiled coldly: "Next, let the two lich clans make trouble!"

...... Thirty-three days, the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court. Sun Palace.

Emperor Juntai sat in the Sun Palace with a gloomy expression. Even this great brilliance and raging golden flame could not completely expel the obscure dark color on their faces.

And, of course, a hint of the paleness of a serious injury that has not healed.

"How is the Eastern Emperor Bell?" Demon Emperor Jun asked, "Has that trace of divine thought been expelled?"

Donghuangtai looked ugly, didn't say a word, and shook his head.

Di Jun's face became more and more gloomy: "How is it possible? The Eastern Emperor Bell is an innate treasure that you have completely refined, how can it be that you can't even expel other people's divine thoughts? Even if that ant uses some divine power to forcibly punch the divine thoughts into it, it is impossible for it to still survive under your full refining!"

Taiyi's same dark color became more and more gloomy, and he opened his mouth with difficulty and said: "But I just can't expel it! There is a force that maintains this trace of divine thought, no matter how I refine it, it will be useless!" After a pause, he said in a silent voice: "This power is extremely strong!"

Di Jun's eyes widened suddenly. After being stunned for a moment, he took a deep breath before asking in a deep voice, "Above the saint?"

The power of the saints, although they can't probe the bottom of it, they also know a rough idea. Transcend the innate treasure, maintain the divine thoughts of others, and not be expelled by their masters...... If it is the treasure of an ordinary monk, the saint may be able to do it. But in the face of Taiyi, even Taishang may not be able to do it!

The two glanced at each other, and thought of the two of them together: the Dao Ancestor who lived thirty-three days away from Chaos, and the Pangu who destroyed Zhou Tianxingdou with one axe.

Although Dao Ancestor has no good impression of the demon clan, he has never paid attention to the matter of the flood since he joined the Dao. With his position as a Dao ancestor, he should not do such a thing. In comparison, the Pangu Great God who had broken the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and severely damaged the three hundred and sixty demonless gods was undoubtedly more suspicious.

"Pangu!" Di Jun gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

After being silent for a long time, Di Jun spoke again: "The luck suppressed by the Eastern Emperor Bell is constantly draining, and it can no longer be the demon clan's luck artifact. I will refine a Demon Banner and transfer the position of the Luck Artifact to the Demon Banner!"

Tai's face was cold, and his golden eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he didn't say a word.

"Although the luck collision has not been carried out completely, we have failed after all, and the demon clan has lost a lot of luck, and we will not fight again in a short time......! Let him go first!" Di Jun gritted his teeth and sneered: "After a thousand years, let's solve the Wu Clan first! Let's see what tricks the eleven ancestral witches who have no Houtu can play!"

...... Not around the mountain. Ancestral Witch Temple. The eleventh ancestor sat solemnly.

"Candle Jiuyin, how are you?"

"It's okay now. ”

Although Candle Jiuyin, who was under the Di River, said that there was nothing to do, his face was already a lot older, like an old man in his twilight years, and even his breath seemed to be a little lacking in his speech.

Zhu Rong clenched his palms, smashed a hammer on the armrest, and said hatefully: "What a yin spell!"

When the ancestors knew what he said, their faces turned cold.

After a while, Candle Jiuyin took the initiative to speak: "Don't worry about him yet." The big thing right now is the Lich War in a thousand years!"

Di Jiang noticed the look in Candle Jiuyin's eyes, and then picked up the conversation and said: "The essence blood prepared in advance for the Great Array of Heavenly Gods is enough, although some of it has been used up for Candle Jiuyin's cultivation, it is still completely okay to barely lay out the Great Array!"

The Great Array of Heavenly Gods needs the combination of the twelve ancestors and witches, but the reincarnation of the Houtu body, and the eleven ancestors and witches have no choice but to gather the witches of the Houtu tribe, extract all the blood, and finally condense a piece of Houtu essence blood, barely replacing the Houtu. Originally, the amount of essence blood was not small, but in order to save Candle Jiuyin, each ancestor witch took out a piece of essence blood to gather, and the essence blood of the earth could not be missing, so there was a little less.

"No!" Candle Nine [***]: "The blood of the earth essence must be extracted again!

"But the Houtu tribe has already lost too much so far!" Xuan Ming said: "The Great Witches may be able to do it again, but ordinary witches can't afford it!"

"That's right!" "Houtu has done what we have to do for us, we can't let the Houtu tribe suffer too much!

When Di Jiang heard this, his face was dark. After a long time, he finally said: "Then only take it from the Great Witch, as long as a small amount is enough." ”

Candle Jiuyin seemed to want to say more, but in the end, he sighed and didn't say anything, and a trace of self-reproach flashed on his face.

In the end, Di Jiang reiterated: "Everything is for the sake of fighting again after a thousand years!"

"Yes!"

(To be continued)