Song Yun had a glimmer of realization in his heart.

Warriors, ask for yourself, not others.

Only by pinning all hope on one's body and the blade in one's hand can one fully realize the potential of martial arts.

The higher the cultivation, the more precious this potential becomes, and the vast majority of martial saints who can't become immortals in their lifetime of peak cultivation can't become immortals, just missing that little bit of potential.

Once distracted by external objects such as power, status, wealth, etc., and distracting thoughts arise, the will of martial arts is no longer pure, the potential is not fully tapped, and the realm is difficult to break through.

Song Yun also understood the approach of the Four Emperors of the North.

Although the four of them are emperors, they often practice in retreat, do not deal with mundane affairs, and delegate power to the patriarchs of various tribes, which has been the case for tens of thousands of years.

It's just to concentrate on cultivation.

Among them, the Yellow Emperor is the most attentive to the management force, but it is also the lowest cultivation because of this.

"If you want to be an emperor, you can't get to that supreme realm, and there will be gains and losses."

While Song Yun was pondering, Shan Li of the Jishuo tribe had been looking at this side from a distance, hesitating whether to go up and say a few words.

When he didn't know the identity of this white-robed young man, Shan Li behaved very enthusiastically and boldly, and he didn't see anything outside.

Now it's a bit of a.

Emperor Xuan's status is too high, and he is like a little patriarch compared to him.

Thinking that he had commanded an emperor to patrol and fight, and even planned to recruit him under his command, Shan Li couldn't help but panic in his heart.

It's just too much pressure.

But seeing that Song Yun was leaving, Shan Li couldn't help but take a step.

He has already reacted that it is not him who is brave on the Huaishui battlefield, but Emperor Xuan has been secretly helping!

Without Emperor Xuan, he was deeply trapped in the enemy formation in the early stage of a martial saint and would have died a long time ago. The Jishuo tribe rushed to the front, and it was hard to say how many people would be left in the end.

This kindness is too great, and I feel that I have to at least send someone and thank you.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, Song Yun's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"You don't need to come over, you are the clan patriarch under the command of the Yellow Emperor, and talking to me will only cause Xia Qi's unhappiness."

"The battle of Huaishui is a happy cooperation, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can quietly find me...... If I were still here. ”

Shan Li was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Yun, who was gray-haired and no longer young, and his mood was quite complicated.

"Emperor Xuan, who has been famous for an era, is he about to fall?"

He opened his mouth lightly and whispered:

"Thank you."

In the distance crowd, Song Yun seemed to nod.

Shan Li couldn't help laughing, "Being able to fight side by side with Emperor Xuan, I have no regrets in my life!" ”

Then he turned around and left with his people.

Here, more than a dozen clan patriarchs under the command of the White Emperor came over, saluted respectfully, and asked Song Yundao:

"Emperor, where should the body of the White Emperor be buried? Do you want to go back to White Emperor City? ”

"Nope." Song Yun shook his head.

When he traveled to the end of the Great Xia period 40,000 years later, there was no tomb of the emperor at all, and few people had even heard of the era of the Five Emperors.

Xia Qi's choice is to erase all traces of history and let the world live completely under the glory of his own.

In the era of tribal autonomy in the era of the Five Emperors, the cultivation of the whole people and the freedom were loose, which was contrary to Qi's ruling philosophy, and he would never let people know about it.

Therefore, even if Song Yun buried the body of the White Emperor, he would destroy the corpse in the future.

"Not buried in White Emperor City? Where is that buried? Several patriarchs were a little puzzled.

"Wait a minute."

Song Yun glanced at Xia Qi, who was still contacting the patriarchs of the various clans, and said:

"I can not accept the forces under the command of the White Emperor and give you the opportunity."

Xia Qi was overjoyed when he heard this, although the number of the White Emperor's tribes was small, their combat power was very strong, and the losses in the first battle of Huaishui were not large, but they were fragrant.

Emperor Bai is Emperor Xuan's younger brother, and the relationship between the two has always been close, and after Emperor Bai's death, these tribes will definitely give priority to Emperor Xuan. Xia Qi didn't plan to rob it, for fear of causing a conflict.

I didn't expect people to want it.

And this kind of good thing?

No, I'm afraid it's a deal.

Xia Qi replied: "Then what do you want?" ”

Song Yun: "The bodies of the White Emperor and the Red Emperor will be buried in Anxi, and the bodies of the Yellow Emperor are yours." ”

"In addition, if the tribes under the White Emperor's command are willing to take refuge in you, you need to promise to treat them equally and without discrimination."

"If you don't want to take refuge, don't be embarrassed, let them go, I still won't take over."

Xia Qi asked, "What about their armor and divine weapons?" The White Emperor is your junior brother, I have no opinion if you take the Autumn Killing Sword, but what about the Red Emperor's Phoenix Flame Twin Blades? ”

Song Yun: "Leave it to the tribes under the command of the Red Emperor, otherwise they may not agree to bury the Red Emperor in Anxi." ”

Xia Qi pondered for a moment, this deal was a big profit for him.

If the tribes of the Yellow Emperor and the White Emperor are all owned by him, and then he wins over the tribes of the Red Emperor and the Taoist masters of the Qishan Dao Palace, then the world will basically fall into his hands.

After thinking about it carefully, Xia Qi said: "You still need to promise not to accept any tribe, whether it is under the command of the White Emperor or not." ”

Song Yun didn't care, "Of course you can." ”

Hearing this, Xia Qi was much more relieved, and understood that this Emperor Xuan really had no intention of fighting for hegemony, and the pressure in his heart dropped sharply.

The two reached an agreement directly.

For example, today on these two supreme powers, they are of the same opinion, and the patriarchs can only protest.

Although the tribes under the command of the White Emperor were puzzled, but who was mixed with or not, Xia Qi was willing to recruit them, and they also offered generous conditions, so they went.

The tribe of the Red Emperor was very reluctant and wanted to recover the body of the Red Emperor Qinghuang.

But Song Yun threw out the Heavenly Ladder Superior Phoenix Flame Twin Blades.

The patriarchs immediately focused on fighting for the treasure sword, and no one cared about the corpse anymore.

Song Yun's goal was easily achieved.

Xia Qi was also very satisfied, Emperor Xuan did not plan to form a force, and these tribes wanted to find a supreme person as a backer, so they could only defect to him.

Soon, all the clans chose to follow Xia Qi, and no one was stupid enough to plan to go it alone.

"The overall situation has been decided, and the general trend has been achieved!"

Xia Qi was full of ambition, glanced at Song Yun, and secretly felt disdainful.

"This Emperor Xuan collected Emperor Luo's body, could it be that he wanted to use it for cultivation, so that he could break through the realm and live for a few more years? How can it be so easy! ”

"The more the vitality is depleted, the harder it is to break through."

"As soon as he dies, the Autumn Killing Sword and the Phoenix Flame Double Sword are mine, and the whole world is mine!"

Xia Qi looked back at the black-pressed tribal warriors behind him, and his heart suddenly became arrogant, and he waved his hand:

"Let's go, go to my territory Yang Zhai."

"Call on the world, and in ten days there will be a tribal alliance!"

More than 40,000 people agreed in a chaotic manner and left with Xia Qi.

Shan Li blended in the crowd, turned his head to look at Song Yun again, and nodded quietly.

Soon, people went to the city.

Anxi, only a messy battlefield remains.

As the sun set, the broken and remnant flags stood diagonally in the wind, and the ground was covered with bloody corpses and broken stomachs.

The vultures were attracted by the strong smell of blood and hovered in the air.