Chapter 57 If you want to fight, then fight
"Sect Master, is it worth paying such a high price to protect Xiao Yuanqing..."
An inner sect elder spoke in a deep voice with a solemn face. His cultivation has reached the pinnacle of concentration, and he is only half a step away from the divine infant. He is still young and has a very high say among the elders.
"Open your eyes and look at Zhao Tingxian. That is an example right before your eyes."
Gu Chunyang's expression did not change at all. Da Zhou's unusual movements further strengthened his determination to die. The determination of top-grade fairy seedlings.
If the Huanling Sect can produce a master of mysteries, or even a stronger one, there will be one more holy land in this world. This is the eternal plan of the Fuze Huanling Sect.
"Not all high-grade immortal bones can become Zhao Tingxian. After so many years in Taixu Holy Land, how many saints can be stronger than him?"
"From what I see, the sect leader still needs to think carefully. "
"Indeed...if we go forward thousands of years, there are not many high-grade immortal bones that have stopped at the Nine Transformations of the Divine Infant, and there are not many who can understand the mysteries."
Many elders sparsely spoke. Some are wavering. They have also heard about the seedlings of high-grade immortal bones, and even seen them with their own eyes. Although the speed of cultivation is amazing, there are bottlenecks and they will die prematurely for various reasons.
"I agree with the sect leader's decision."
"The sect has been weak for a long time. The Yeguang Pavilion has made it clear that it does not take us seriously. The other sects are also watching from the other side, waiting for the opportunity. If we don't fight, Sooner or later, they will be defeated."
"Yes, showing timidity will only attract a pack of wolves. It is better to give it a try. It will take a hundred years, and the foundation of my Phantom Spirit Sect will be exhausted."
Most of the elders agreed with Gu Chunyang's approach, and the momentum grew.
Gu Chunyang sat back as the sect leader, glanced at the elders below who had raised objections, and whispered:
"I will summon Ling Qi now and tell him that we have concealed the truth. There is a high-grade fairy seedling inside the door for him to pick up. What do you think?"
There was silence in the hall, and no one answered. .
"Okay, no need to argue."
A figure came from outside the hall, passed through the light mask without any obstruction, and walked to the center of the hall.
The young man, dressed in gray robes, looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender frame, ruddy complexion, red lips and white teeth, and a bright light in his pupils.
"Old Sect Leader?!"
"Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
Seeing the person clearly, nearly half of the elders looked excited, their eyes filled with excitement Unbelievable.
The remaining elders were full of doubts and looked a little surprised.
The old sect leader of the Phantom Sect, Feng Qiyuan, had been in seclusion for thousands of years without any movement. Rumors about his death had already spread throughout the surrounding sects.
"Master, have you... changed?"
Gu Chunyang stood up to greet him, his face moved slightly, and his eyes could not help but overflow with joy.
“I was lucky enough to live a thousand years longer.”
Feng Qiyuan nodded slightly: “If I didn’t risk my life and live another life, I wouldn’t be able to take this step.”
After the words fell, he glanced at the many elders in the hall and said slowly:
"It is said that you are afraid of death. If you had known this, what kind of immortality would you be? If you just want to live forever, why not take one's body?" Old turtle, huddled under the water, has lived for a hundred thousand years, who can survive you?"
All the elders looked ashamed.
“Yeguang Pavilion was only a first-class sect thousands of years ago. I searched high and low and couldn’t find a single divine infant. Now it has become a huge problem, but you still don’t want to make progress.”
Feng Qiyuan’s voice was calm and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall:
"Only a quarter of the sixty-three kingdoms left by our ancestors have been passed down to this day. We, the unworthy descendants, are really ashamed of the shadow of our ancestors. If we don't fight now, will we have to wait for those who come after us?"
< br>There was dead silence in the hall. After a while, Feng Qiyuan’s slightly childish voice sounded again:
“Prepare for war.”…………
…… ……
Three days later.
The Phantom Spirit Sect is stationed thirty thousand miles away.
A giant peak that stretches up to the sky was cut off at the waist. Its cut surface is as bright as a mirror. A bluestone hall was erected overnight.
In the main hall.
Two rows of people sat facing each other. Only three people came from the Phantom Sect, Gu Chunyang and two Supreme Elders of the Divine Infant Realm.
On the other side of the Night Light Pavilion, six people came, all of whom were powerful divine infants. The master of the Night Light Pavilion, Fang Lie, came in person.
"Our sect's top-grade immortal seedlings were damaged, and the inner sect elders were seriously injured and on the verge of death. If there is no war, our sect will ask for the land of the Four Kingdoms of Yeguang Pavilion as compensation."
Gu Chunyang said directly. , made his thoughts clear.
Fang Lie did not speak directly, but glanced at Ling Qi, who was sitting in the middle seat.
After Ling Qi raised his hand to signal, Fang Lie said in a deep voice:
"It's true that your Huanling Sect lost disciples, but Qin Feng killed seven Ningso elders of our Yeguang Pavilion alone, plus Jiang Ruibing who died in the Song Mansion, this time our Yeguang Pavilion lost a total of eight inner sect elders. Where did your Huanling Sect come up with the idea of compensation?"
Gu Chunyang didn't hesitate at all: "Let's fight."
"Fight if you want!" Fang Lie's expression was cold. The killing intent is overwhelming.
As he said, in this confrontation, Yeguang Pavilion did not take much advantage at all. It is true that Song Lingqing has top-grade immortal bones, but she has not grown up after all.
Yeguang Pavilion has lost its real mainstay, the Condensation Realm elder who is expected to be a divine infant in the future. Even for Yeguang Pavilion, this is an unbearable burden.
Gu Chunyang did not respond to Fang Lie and looked at Ling Qi.
The corner of Ling Qi's mouth curled up slightly, he turned over his hand and took out a jade scroll, slowly spread it out, and said calmly: "Since both parties have reached the same resolution, we will sign the war contract."
"This battle, Just like the rules of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, those above the divine baby cannot move, and those below can fight at will until one party calls for a halt."
"The loser will secede the ten kingdoms, and I will witness it then. ”
“May I ask the special envoy, what does Taixu Holy Land mean?”
Hearing this, Gu Chunyang's eyes narrowed slightly:
"It's just a grand competition of thousands of hidden dragons. It is an agreement among many holy places. It passes through hundreds of sects and thousands of countries, and the divine baby is not allowed to move lightly to avoid accidental injury. , This is understandable, but these two sects are divided into life and death..."
"Did you die?" Ling Qi's face suddenly turned cold: "I am not here to stop fighting, and I don't want to see Gu. The sect has disappeared and the war has returned, but life and death are not decided by your two sects.”
If the Divine Infant cannot take action, then this battle will be about the sect’s heritage and the younger generation. The meaning is completely different.
This fight will create a fault for thousands of years in the future and will completely break the backbone of a sect.
Now there are only fourteen kingdoms left in the Phantom Sect, and if ten more kingdoms are divided, only four kingdoms will have a foothold, which is no longer as good as a second-rate sect.
If the Divine Infant cannot move, then the Phantom Sect will have lost a whole trump card and will be at a disadvantage again.
Ling Qi said calmly: "If Gu Sect Leader has any objections, you can also choose not to start a war. You can discuss it later."
"War."
Gu Chunyang did not Without the slightest hesitation, he stood up, opened his palm, dyed the seal red, and pressed the sect master's seal on the war contract.
He stared at Fang Lie with a cold look in his eyes: "In this battle, we will fight until our inner sect is dead, and our true legacy will be wiped out."
(End of this chapter)