As the war escalated, both the Da Yin and Kuo Tuo also invested more and more forces.

After a previous defeat, Di Gu Yuanhong of Kuotuo was pursued and killed by Qi Baoshan with his troops, and it was not until the edge of the prairie that he stabilized the defense line with the re-requisitioned army from the rear, and the two sides re-formed a situation of confrontation.

The armies and practitioners of both sides had several tentative encounters, and each side won and lost. They all know that the critical moment for the decisive victory of the two countries is gradually approaching, and they are all accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity.

"The protector of the Dharma under the seat of the national teacher stole the sky and saw the Taixuan real person. ”

In the Dayin military camp, a white-clothed young man who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old bowed to Yu Tianlai on the seat.

Although at this moment, the huge camp was full of hundreds of Taoist monks from the three mountains and five mountains of Middle Earth, among whom there were no less than ten who had cultivated to the realm of the primordial gods, this young man did not see the slightest panic in his expression, and his words and deeds were still graceful and gentle.

"Wei stealing the sky?" Yu Tianlai knew that one of the only two remaining protectors around Potala was a heterogeneous white ape in the Great Snow Mountain, named "Changing the Sun Demon Ape", which was said to be extremely brave, claiming to have the divine power to move mountains and change mountains, but he didn't expect it to be such a thin and thin young man.

"Daoyou are polite, please sit!" The other party is also a great demon of the Yuan God level, since it is a courtesy, Yu Tianlai will also be courteous, and he ordered Xiaoqing, who was standing behind him, to watch the other party's seat.

After Wei stealing the sky and sitting down, he smiled and asked, "I don't know if Wei Daoyou is here, what do you think?"

Wei Baotian replied calmly: "Wei Mou came on the order of the national teacher this time, and wanted to discuss a charter with the real person on the matter of the two countries of Dayin and Kuotuo. ”

Yu Tianlai seemed a little surprised, and asked: "The two countries are fighting each other, nothing more than attacking and killing, but I don't know what other regulations the national teacher has?"

Wei Baotian talked eloquently: "The ancients said, 'Fight for the land and kill people, and fight for the city, kill people for the city'." This war has caused countless lives in both countries to be tragically destroyed. My national teacher is compassionate and can't bear to see this tragic thing happen in the world, so he wants to make a bet with a real person, and use this bet to determine the victory or defeat of the two countries. ”

Yu Tianlai said with interest: "Dare to ask Daoyou, how does the national teacher want to gamble? What will happen after the winner is divided?"

Wei Stealing Heaven said: "The national teacher wants to shrink this battle to the scope of my generation of cultivators, and gamble with real people for three times. In the first fight, each side selects seven masters to catch each other, and the side that wins the most wins; in the second fight, each side sets up a formation for the other party to break, and the winner is determined by whether the formation can be broken; in the third fight, the national teacher wants to personally ask the real person for advice. After the victory and defeat are determined by these three games, the losing country will pay compensation and cede land, pay tribute, and pay tribute, and will always be a vassal from then on. ”

"Three battles to bet on the fortune of the country, the national teacher is really courageous!" Yu Tianlai applauded and laughed, and then bowed his hand to the monks of all factions in the tent, "This matter is very important, and the poor Dao does not dare to make arbitrary decisions, I don't know what your Taoist friends think?"

A white-faced, long-haired middle-aged Taoist priest who sat down on one side of the chief got up and said with a smile: "We are all looking forward to the real person of Yu!"

This humanitarian name "Gengming" is the protector elder of the "Qingxuan School" preached by the Taoist ancestor in the world, and his cultivation has also reached the realm of the primordial gods, and he has experienced the first two tribulations of the thunderstorm and the fire. There are hundreds of monks in the entire camp, and only Nie Yinniang, who is standing behind Yu Tianlai with Xiaoqing, can be compared.

Seeing that Geng Ming was the first to express his position, the rest of the monks also got up together, and said in unison: "We are all the only ones who are real people!"

Glancing at Wei Stealtian, whose face changed color slightly, Yu Tianlai bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, Poor Dao has the courage to make the decision and accept this bet!"

Wei Baotian got up and walked to the tent, and arched his hand towards Yu Tianlai: "The national teacher once said that if a real person should place a gambling contract, the time and place are all decided by you, and then you can send someone to inform us." Wei Mou wants to go back to the national teacher first, and say goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his body in place, and disappeared into thin air under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes of the monks, and except for a few people, the rest could not see through the methods he used.

Everyone was amazed by Wei Stealtian's cultivation and spells, and paid more attention to the three gambling battles they were about to face, and immediately began to discuss the candidates to participate in the three gambling battles.

Since the seven people who participated in the first battle were going to fight one-on-one with each other, they naturally had to choose the one with the highest combat power, and the monks under the Yuan Shen were excluded first. Now there are thirteen Yuanshen monks in the tent in addition to Yu Tianlai, who needs to participate in the third game, and after a comprehensive comparison and weighing, seven people were finally selected, Nie Yinniang, Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing and A Qing, who has not proven the Yuanshen but has a powerful battle record of killing the Yuanshen, are among them. This inevitably made the monks sigh: "Under the seat of Taixuan Zhenren, there are indeed many young women." ”

The way of formation has always been a high-end thing in the cultivation world, and although the monks present come from many major cultivation sects in Middle-earth, there are very few who can come up with a complete and powerful enough formation. It turned out that Geng Ming had the intention to contribute a set of powerful formations inherited by the "Qingxuan School", but after seeing the sword formation that Yu Tianlai briefly demonstrated, he chose to hide it very smartly.

As for the third match, it was a decisive battle between Yu Tianlai and Potala, and there was no room for others to interfere.

The people also discussed the time and place of the gambling fight, and set the first one for three days later, in an open grassland between the two armies.

Yu Tianlai immediately sent an envoy to meet Potala in the camp of the Kuotuo people to explain his decision, and Potala did not have the slightest objection.

Early in the morning of the third day, the two sides met as scheduled on the steppe between the two armies.

Na Potala was a handsome white-clothed monk, and his appearance was only in his thirties. He and Yu Tianlai came out of their respective formations, and after saluting each other, they sighed: "These Taoist friends and Buddhas present don't know how many years of cultivation they have to have now, but they don't know how many people will be left after this battle!"

Yu Tianlai said indifferently: "Heaven and earth are chessboards, and everyone is a chess piece." Even if a cultivator is more capable and lives longer, he cannot jump out of the chessboard for a day, and eventually he will have to do something that he can't help himself. All the poor Dao and the master can do is to do their duty as a chess piece and try their best to protect themselves and the people they care about. ”

Potala applauded lightly and smiled: "Poor monks have practiced Buddhism for hundreds of years, but they still can't see it as thoroughly as real people, and they are taught carefully. In this case, you and I can only do our best and die without complaint!"

Yu Tianlai bowed his head silently, and then saluted the other party again, and then returned to their own formation.

"Qing'er," he first called Xiaoqing, who was already eager to try, and said seriously, "The first of today's seven competitions will be handed over to you, be more careful, don't be careless." ”

Xiaoqing was overjoyed, and arched his hand: "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely not lose the face of the Taixuan lineage!"

After that, he turned into a blue light and came to the battlefield, holding the Qingshuang Sword from the Pure Yang Iron Box in his hand and said: "Xiaoqing, the disciple of Taixuan Zhenren, is here, who will fight with this girl!"

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