Chapter 525: Sweeping the Barbarians (Part 2)

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

The entire barbarians have a range of millions of miles, not all deserts, and there are a few hills and plains.

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

For millions of years, it has been a temple dedicated to the nine tribes of the mountains and mountains, with supreme status and authority.

Even though most of the time, the nine mountain tribes were in a civil war, the transcendent status of the Peacock Temple has never been questioned.

In the past century, a genius who has never been seen in a century has appeared in the Peacock Temple.

Ye Han was less than a hundred years old and was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage and was also the youngest saint of the Western Yue in the world.

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

Subsequently, the Black Wind Demon Emperor integrated the nine barbarian tribes in the name of the "Sacred Temple" and became the uncrowned king of the barbarians in the Western Mountains.

The various changes during this period will not exceed eighty years.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's existence, the Peacock Temple might have led the nine barbarian tribes and flattened the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

Now, the situation has reversed in just a few months.

As early as a few years ago, in the battle of Guliang City, Yang Fan took action at a critical moment to reverse the overall situation and defeated the nine barbarian tribes step by step, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

Then, Yang Fan used strong means to force the senior officials of the Northern Qin Dynasty to take action and directly entered the territory of the barbarians of the Western Yue Mountains.

After several years of war, all the immortal cultivation tribes and forces of the barbarians of the Western Mountains were killed by hundreds of thousands of monks in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

The reason why it was so smooth is thanks to the layout that Yang Fan made fifty years ago. As early as when he was confronting the Three Evil Old Demons, he infiltrated the power of the Dark Blood Dynasty into the barbarians.

Therefore, after breaking into the barbarians, all routes and geographical environments are unobstructed, and even the enemy's situation can be basically mastered.

In the third year when the Northern Qin army marched into the barbarians of the Western Mountains, they finally entered their last base, the Peacock Temple.

According to news from 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 Saint, the Three Heavenly Masters, and dozens of Nascent Soul Cultivators all guard the last Pure Land.

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

A long way away, Yang Fan's superman's first-class vision saw the outline of the Peacock Temple.

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

In the center of the palace, there is a colorful palace with cranes standing out from the flock of chickens. At the top of the palace, there are seven peacock feathers of various colors and hundreds of feet long, with majestic momentum.

From a distance, he felt a faint oppression.

If Yang Fan had been to the territory of the "Peacock King" in the Inner Sea of ​​Tianqin, or the "Ghost Master" came here in person, he would definitely find that there are seven peacock feathers similar to each other in the largest halls of these two areas, which look gorgeous and dazzling.

"Colorful Peacock Fairy?"

Yang Fan looked at the colorful palace and murmured to himself.

A few years ago, when they first met Saint Ye Han in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan asked them what they believed in.

Saint Ye Han's tone was solemn and solemn at that time, and replied: Colorful Peacock Fairy.

At the same time, in the Majestic Hall in the center of the Peacock Temple.

"Mr. Demon Emperor, His Highness, the Northern Qin army, and more than 300,000 monks have already been killed in front of the Peacock Temple and have not launched an attack for the time being..."

A temple waiter knelt on the ground to report.

Above the hall, two people were sitting: Black Wind Demon Emperor and Saint Ye Han.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor has a thin figure, a slightly pale face, his eyes are sunken and dark, and there is no trace of emotional fluctuations.

Saint Ye Han had a few worries in her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were on the Black Wind Demon Emperor who was heading up.

"Transfer to the three great masters."

An empty and cold voice sounded in the hall.

A trace of light was leaping in the dark eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and he said in a strange tone: "Today will be the last time for my barbarian Xiyue to turn the tables."

"Come on the table?"

Saint Ye Han was slightly stunned, and then she turned to joy.

"Teacher, there is really hope. The monks of my Xiyue clan were almost killed more than 70%..."

Saint Ye Han asked in confusion.

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

"He can turn the overall situation around at the last moment of the crisis in Guliang City, and I can do it too."

He suddenly held his raised hand, and there was even a little excitement in his eyes.

In a short while, the three great masters of the barbarians gathered in the entire hall.

The army of hundreds of thousands of monks in the Northern Qin Dynasty camped near the temple and began to integrate various monks.

The three great monks and Yang Fan stood together, and each other smiled.

"I hope this last battle will capture all the barbarians in one go, and at least let our Zhao Kingdom remain peaceful for thousands of years from now on."

Feng Wujue had some expectations in his eyes.

Zhao State is the most powerful force closest to the barbarians, so the hatred of the barbarians is even deeper.

"The barbarians still have the last 100,000 cultivators, all of them are elites. The Black Wind Demon Emperor and the three great masters are still there. Even if we win this battle, we may suffer heavy losses."

Sanqing Sanren sighed softly.

After several years of war, all the barbarians' cultivating forces were removed. The 400,000 cultivators who originally broke into the barbarians now have only more than 300,000 left.

It is conceivable how many monks will be lost when this last battle is over.

I'm afraid that in the next hundred years, the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin will find it difficult to recover their vitality.

Yang Fan looked calm and looked far away at the Peacock Temple, with a solemn look in his eyes: "I feel that the barbarian monks have not given up, and seem to want to make the final struggle and resistance. Moreover, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is arrogant and may not admit defeat."

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

"Does he still want to reverse the situation in such a desperate situation?"

The Blood Refining Ancestor's incredible Tao.

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

Yang Fan pursed a smile on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist Yang's words are reasonable." Feng Wujue nodded: "The situation at this moment is very similar to when I was in Guliang City."

At Yang Fan's reminder, the three great monks put away their contempt and became more cautious.

Swish-

A dazzling rainbow shot from the Northern Qin position to the barbarian holy land.

The formation above the Peacock Temple rippled with ripples, but it was still penetrated by the shocking rainbow hole.

The shocking rainbow was dim and its speed was greatly reduced. It turned out to be an arrow from the string.

There is a special material roll on the arrow.

Whoosh!

Among the barbarian monks, a powerful Nascent Soul man flew out, reached out and waved his hand, grabbed the arrow of the string, and took off the paper roll on it.

After a quick glance, the face of the powerful Nascent Soul changed drastically. He rushed to the temple and presented the Black Wind Demon Emperor to the object.

Inside the empty and glorious hall.

There were only five people, including the three great masters who arrived later.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor unfolded the paper scroll and looked calm after reading the content above.

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

"Yang Fan and the three great monks issued an ultimatum to us... surrender unconditionally within three days, and sign a blood curse contract that will never violate the Northern Qin Dynasty, otherwise the war will begin immediately."

Ye Han's expression changed slightly, and she handed the paper roll to the three great masters.

"My Lord Demon Emperor, now my barbarian tribes have lost almost 70% of the cultivators. If I go through this battle again, I am afraid there will be danger of extermination..."

The black-faced master is worried.

His right arm was empty, only one left arm.

The broken arm was cut off by Shi Qianhan with the Magic 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.

"That Demon Emperor, what should we do?"

Master Mu Tian asked slightly respectfully.
To be continued...