The Peacock Temple is located on a plain in the Xiyue Desert.

The whole barbarian is millions of miles long, and it is not all desert, and there are a few hills and plains.

The Peacock Temple stands on the fertile plains in the westernmost part of the desert.

For thousands of years, it has been a shrine for the nine clans of the mountains, with supreme status and authority.

Even though most of the time, the Nine Clans of the Mountains were in a fighting civil war, the transcendent status of the Peacock Temple had never been questioned.

In the past hundred years, the Peacock Temple has seen a genius who has not been seen in a century, the Holy Maiden of Yehan.

At the age of less than 100 years old, Yehan was promoted to the Yuan Infant Stage, and she is also the youngest Xiyue Holy Maiden in the world.

When she was in her twenties, she made an exception and became a disciple of the "Black Wind Demon Emperor", the strongest barbarian.

Subsequently, in the name of the "Temple", the Black Wind Demon Emperor integrated the nine barbarian clans and became the uncrowned king of the Xiyue barbarians.

The changes that took place during this period did not exceed 80 years.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's existence, the Peacock Temple might have led the Barbarian Nine Clans and leveled the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin.

Now, the tide has turned, just a few months away.

As early as a few years ago, in the Battle of Guliang City, Yang Fan made a move at a critical moment, reversed the overall situation, and defeated the nine barbarian clans, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

Subsequently, Yang Fan used strong means to coerce the high-level of Northern Qin to make a move, and directly entered the territory of Xiyue Barbarians.

After several years of war, the Xiyue barbarians, large and small immortal cultivation tribes and forces, were killed by hundreds of thousands of monks in Northern Qin.

The reason why it was so smooth was also thanks to the layout that Yang Fan had done well fifty years ago, as early as when he was fighting against the Three Shadows Old Demon, he infiltrated the power of the Dark Blood Dynasty into the barbarians.

Therefore, after attacking the barbarians, all routes and geographical environments are unimpeded, and even the enemy's situation can be basically grasped.

In the third year of the Northern Qin army's invasion of the Xiyue barbarians, they finally penetrated into their last base, the Peacock Temple.

According to the news reported by the Dark Blood Dynasty, the last 100,000 elite monks of the Barbarians retreated to the Peacock Temple.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor, the Barbarian Holy Maiden, the Three Great Heavenly Masters, and dozens of Yuanying Cultivators all guarded this last piece of pure land.

More than 300,000 Northern Qin monks pressed to the Peacock Temple like black clouds.

Far away, Yang Fan's superhuman eyesight saw the outline of the Peacock Temple.

It was a magnificent palace complex, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the center of the palace group, there is a colorful temple that stands out from the crowd, and the upper end of the palace shines with seven peacock feathers of different colors and hundreds of feet long, which is majestic and magnificent.

Looking at it from afar, he felt a faint oppression.

If Yang Fan had been to the territory of the "Peacock King" in the Tianqin Inland Sea, or if the "Yin Soul Master" had visited this place in person, he would definitely find that the largest temples in these two regions had these seven similar peacock feathers, which looked gorgeous and dazzling.

"Colorful peacock fairy?"

Yang Fan looked at the colorful temple and muttered to himself.

A few years ago, when they first met the Yehan Holy Maiden in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan asked them what they believed in.

The tone of the Yehan Holy Maiden at that time was solemn and solemn, and she replied: Colorful peacock fairy.

At the same time, in the majestic hall in the center of the Peacock Temple.

"Lord Demon Emperor, Her Highness the Holy Maiden, the army of Northern Qin, and more than 300,000 monks have already killed in front of the Peacock Temple, and they have not launched an attack for the time being......"

A temple attendant reported on his knees.

At the top of the main hall, there were two people sitting: the Black Wind Demon Emperor and the Night Han Holy Maiden.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's thin figure, slightly pale face, sunken eyes, pitch black, no trace of mood fluctuations in sight.

There was a hint of worry in the eyes of the Yehan Holy Maiden, and her gaze fell on the Black Wind Demon Emperor who was on the head.

"Spread the Three Great Heavenly Masters. ”

The voice of emptiness and indifference sounded in the main hall.

In the dark eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, a trace of light flickered, and he said in a strange tone: "Today, it will be the last time for me to make a comeback in Xiyue. ”

"Turnaround?"

The Holy Maiden of Yehan was slightly stunned, and then turned her worries into joy.

"Teacher, there is really hope, the monks of my Xiyue clan have almost been killed more than seventy percent......

The Yehan Holy Maiden asked puzzled.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor slowly raised a hand, his eyes flashed into the distance, and a legendary figure seemed to appear in his eyes.

"He can turn the situation around at the last crisis moment of Guliang City, and so can the emperor. ”

His raised hand suddenly squeezed, and there was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.

After a while, the three great heavenly masters of the barbarians gathered in the entire hall.

......

An army of hundreds of thousands of monks in Northern Qin set up camp near the temple and began to integrate monks from all walks of life.

The three major monks and Yang Fan stood together, smiles on each other's faces.

"I hope that this last battle can wipe out the barbarians, and then at least let my Zhao Kingdom be peaceful for thousands of years. ”

There is a bit of anticipation in the wind.

Zhao is the closest super force to the barbarians, so the hatred for the barbarians is even deeper.

"The barbarians still have the last 100,000 monks, all of them are elites, the Black Wind Demon Emperor and the three great heavenly masters are still there, even if we win this battle, I'm afraid we will also suffer heavy losses. ”

The three Qingsan people sighed lightly.

After several years of conquest, all the immortal cultivation forces of the barbarians were uprooted, and the 400,000 monks who originally killed the barbarians were now only more than 300,000.

One can imagine how many monks will be lost when this last battle is over.

I'm afraid that in the next 100 years, it will be difficult for the thirteen kingdoms of Northern Qin to recover.

Yang Fan's expression was calm, his eyes looked at the Peacock Temple, and his eyes were solemn: "I feel that the barbarian monk has not given up, and it seems that he wants to make the last struggle and resistance. Moreover, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is arrogant, and I am afraid that he will not be willing to admit defeat. ”

When the three monks heard this, their faces changed at the same time.

"Could it be that in this desperate situation, he still wants to turn the tide?"

Blood Refining Ancestor's unbelievable Dao.

"At the beginning of Guliang City, Yang was able to reverse the situation, why didn't he dare to have such an idea?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.

"What Yang Daoyou said is reasonable. Feng Wuji nodded: "The situation at this moment is very similar to when I was in Guliang City. ”

Under Yang Fan's reminder, the three major monks all put away their contempt and became a little more cautious.

Snort-

A dazzling rainbow shot from the Northern Qin position towards the Barbarian Holy Land.

The large array above the Peacock Temple rippled with a trace of ripples, but it was still pierced by this rainbow hole.

The rainbow was dim, its speed was greatly reduced, and it turned out to be an arrow off the string.

There is a paper roll of special material on the arrow.

Sou!

Among the barbarian monks, a Yuanying powerhouse flew out, stretched out his hand, grabbed the off-string arrow, and took off the paper scroll on it.

After a hurried glance, the face of this primordial infant powerhouse changed greatly, and he hurried to the temple to present this thing as the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

Inside the empty and glorious hall.

There were only five of them, including the three Heavenly Masters who came later.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor unfolded the scroll of paper, and after reading the contents on it, his face was calm.

Then, he handed the scroll of paper to the barbarian saint Yehan.

"Yang Fan and the three major monks gave us an ultimatum...... Surrender unconditionally within three days, and sign a blood curse contract that will never violate Northern Qin, otherwise war will start immediately. ”

Yehan's complexion changed slightly, and he handed the paper roll to the three heavenly masters.

"Lord Demon Emperor, now that I am barbarian and have lost more than seventy percent of the monks, if I go through this battle again, I am afraid that there is a danger of extinction......

The black-faced Heavenly Master was worried.

His right arm was empty, except for his left.

That severed arm was cut off by Shi Qianhan with the Demon Huang Sword in front of Guliang City three years ago.

"In terms of strength, if we fight hard, we will definitely lose ......"

The Black Wind Demon Emperor said lightly.

"Then Lord Demon Emperor, what should we do?"

The black-robed Mu Heavenly Master asked slightly respectfully.

"As far as I know, within the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance of Northern Qin, there has always been a mess of scattered sand. In the past tens of thousands of years of history, the Northern Qin Kingdoms have repelled our Holy Clan at most, but they will not kill at such a cost. Because of my Xiyue, a desert land with scarce resources, the Northern Qin Immortal Cultivation Realm would not be interested in invading this place. And looking at the layout, Yang Fan had infiltrated his own forces into my Xiyue a long time ago. ”

"This time, in repelling my Xiyue Nine Clans, Northern Qin is still chasing after him, and even twisted into a ball, most of which is due to Yang Fan's efforts. Only he can have such a far-reaching vision, and only he has the prestige to integrate the Thirteen-Nation Alliance. ”

The Black Wind Demon Emperor analyzed them one by one, making the hearts of the three Heavenly Masters and the Night Han Holy Maiden suddenly unclear.

"Demon Emperor, what do you mean is that as long as Yang Fan is killed, the Thirteen Kingdoms will lose their souls, and they will become a mess of scattered sand. At that time, not only will my Xiyue Nine Clan be safe, but it may even be possible to make a comeback and kill the Northern Qin ......"

The old dwarf's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but be a little excited.

"It's just that Yang Fan's strength and supernatural powers don't belong to the Demon Emperor, if you want to kill him, I'm afraid it's ......"

The black-faced Heavenly Master said worriedly.

"It's really hard to kill him, and the emperor doesn't have the slightest certainty. So, in these times of great crisis, the ultimate power of the Temple Altar must be used. ”

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's gaze suddenly fell on the Yehan Holy Maiden: "Whether you can reverse the overall situation depends on you......"

"Three days, I'm afraid it's a bit ......tight," the Yehan Holy Maiden sighed.

The army of Northern Qin monks waited in the Peacock Temple for a few days, but there was no response.

"The time of three days has come, and we are ready to launch a general offensive. ”

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with coldness.

He had a faint feeling that the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for himself and others.

Just when the 300,000 troops of Northern Qin were full of fighting spirit and were ready to rush into the Peacock Temple.

Sou~~~

From the Peacock Temple, a black dot flew out, and a powerful spiritual oppression came, almost bringing hundreds of thousands of troops to a standstill.

That black dot gradually grew larger, revealing the figure of the Black Wind Demon Crown.

"Your Excellency is so arrogant, can you boast that you can rely on the strength of one person to resist my entire Northern Qin army of hundreds of thousands?"

Feng Wuji sneered.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor slowly spoke: "My Xiyue Nine Clans and the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin have countless monks and living beings, if my Holy Clan resists desperately, even if you win, you will be greatly injured, and countless casualties will be inflicted. ”

"And at this moment, the emperor has a proposal that can avoid the heavy losses of countless monks on both sides, and can also settle the grievances between the two sides. ”

"Please. Sanqingsan's eyes lit up slightly.

"The Nine Clans of Xiyue have been fighting with the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin for decades, and the key to the outcome is nothing more than the strongest at the peak. ”

"The emperor proposes that each side send one of the strongest to represent hundreds of millions of monks and souls, and do a life-and-death decisive battle......