Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 291 Battlefield, Wuji Mountain
Promise Mountain.

Winding thousands of miles, boundless.

The history of Wuji Mountain is very long, and almost no one knows when it started to exist, but there is one thing, that is, Wuji Mountain is the relic of the ancient battlefield of gods and demons.

The evidence is that there are four pillars of gods and demons on the top of Wuji Mountain.

The pillar of gods and demons is a relic from the ancient times. There is also a strange totem of gods and demons on it, which records the history of the war between gods and demons. It is said that there is one of the thirteen magical arts in the totem of gods and demons, but it is impossible to know whether it is true or not. You see, no one has ever learned anything from it anyway.

Now, seven huge white skeleton corpses are crawling on Wuji Mountain. Although they are just corpses, they still exude a terrible pressure.

No, it's not seven, to be precise, it should be six now.

There was a white bone corpse that had been turned into powder and disappeared with the wind, leaving nothing behind.

"It is indeed a very suitable battlefield for a decisive battle."

A voice sounded, and a figure dressed in white came slowly from the sky.

"That's right, the battlefield of the ancient gods and demons used to be used as our battlefield, isn't it perfect?"

At the same time, another blood-robed figure came from the opposite direction.

"Yun Zhongyi, long time no see."

The blood-robed figure glanced at the white-clothed figure, smiled and said.

That's right, the figure in white is none other than Bai Sheng, Yun Zhongyi.

"It's been a long time, the chief of the three crimes, Tu Ran."

Yun Zhongyi looked at the man in front of him and said.

The man in front of Yun Zhongyi was No. 1 under the ruler of the prison country, and he was also the leader of the three crimes of the prison country.

Turan!

"Let's make a cup of tea."

The two met as if they were old friends. Suddenly, with a wave of their sleeves, two teacups appeared in front of him and Yun Zhongyi.

The fragrance of tea is lingering and refreshing.

"Taste it, I don't know how the tea from my Prison country compares to the tea from your Demon Cult."

Tu Ran took the lead in taking a sip of tea and said.

"not bad."

Yun Zhongyi was not worried that Tu Ran would poison the tea, so he took a sip and said.

"Wuji Mountain, this is a good place. Gods and demons in ancient times also fought battles here."

Tu Ran looked around and said.

"Then do you know that in the war between gods and demons, the one who wins in the end is the god or the demon?"

Yun Zhongyi asked.

"I've really heard that the Protoss and the Demons were originally comparable, but then the Demons gradually declined for unknown reasons, and the difference in strength between the Protoss and the Protoss was getting bigger and bigger, so that In the battle between gods and demons, the demons were suppressed and beaten by the gods."

Tu Ran took a meaningful look at Yun Zhongyi and said.

"Really? Then do you know the ending?"

The corners of Yun Zhongyi's mouth suddenly drew up slightly.

"What ending?"

Tu Ran frowned and asked.

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Yun Zhongyi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and did not speak.

"I just like your bluff, pretending to be calm."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Tu Ran's tone, he thought Yun Zhongyi was just pretending to be calm.

"I heard that there is one of the thirteen magic arts in the God Demon Pillar, but I don't know if it is true or not."

Yun Zhongyi changed the topic and said.

"The totem of gods and demons is too weird, it's not easy to see through it."

Tu Ran said.

In the whole world, is there anyone who would not be tempted by the Thirteen Divine Art?

Even Tu Ran was no exception. He once deliberately came to the God and Demon Pillar on the top of Wuji Mountain, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything after looking at it, and he almost lost his temper.

"Besides, haven't you already mastered one of the thirteen divine arts? Why are you so greedy?"

Tu Ran laughed.

Everyone in the world knows that Bai Shengyun Zhongyi of the Devil's Cult masters the Vientiane Senluo, one of the thirteen divine arts, and the Vientiane Senluo is his important reliance, just as important to Bai Qianmie as the Emperor Lei Mieshigong.

"Greed is the nature of human beings. It is precisely because of desire that people can keep improving."

Yun Zhongyi said.

"It's true, who would mind being stronger."

Tu Ran smiled.

"I thought it would be your Prison Country Lord who came in person, but it was you who came."

Yun Zhongyi glanced at Tu Ran and said.

"So you're disappointed?"

Tu Ran raised his eyebrows and said.

"A little bit."

Yun Zhongyi nodded.

"Hehe, to deal with your current Demon Cult, do we still need our Lord to come? If our Lord comes, who of you can deal with him, you must know that the leader of your Demon Cult is dead."

Tu Ran sneered.

"You prison country wiped out half of our Demon Cult's power overnight, isn't it because you are afraid of our power?"

Yun Zhongyi smiled and said.

"No, you're wrong, it's not because of fear, we did this just to weaken your strength, so that we can reduce some damage during the war, but no matter whether you can destroy half of your power, your demon sect will surely lose undoubtedly."

Tu Ran shook his head and said.

"It's really an outrageous reason."

Yun Zhongyi narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"By the way, do you know the origin of those seven white bones?"

Tu Ran asked.

"The corpses fall from the sky, and the catastrophe is approaching, isn't it so?"

Yun Zhongyi said.

"Yes, what you said is not wrong at all, corpses will fall from the sky, and catastrophe is approaching."

Tu Ran nodded.

"But do you know why there is one less white bone corpse now?"

Tu Ran asked.

"you know?"

Yun Zhongyi frowned and asked.

"I know a little bit. It is said that the white bones represent disaster. The more white bones there are, the more terrible the disaster will be."

Tu Ran said.

"I know that too."

Yun Zhongyi frowned.

"What's the rush? I haven't finished yet. The number of bones and corpses represents one small catastrophe after another. In other words, this big catastrophe is seven small catastrophes."

"Every time a small catastrophe passes, the number of bones will decrease by one. Only after all the bones disappear, this time the catastrophe will be completely over."

Tu Ran said.

"There is such a thing."

Yun Zhongyi was slightly startled.

Corpses fall from the sky, a great catastrophe is approaching, and the big catastrophe is divided into several small catastrophes. This time, seven white skeleton corpses descended at once, which means that there will be seven small catastrophes. The next catastrophe is truly over.

"If my guess is correct, the first minor catastrophe is that half of your Demon Cult's power has been wiped out, and that's why there is one less corpse."

Tu Ran said.

"Doesn't that mean that we will have to go through six such small catastrophes before we can completely end it?"

Yun Zhongyi was shocked.

"Then what do you think the next six minor catastrophes will be?"

Tu Ran smiled mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)