C813 The Conflict Between the Alien Races
C813 The Conflict Between the Alien Races
Even the Void Beast skin and the Devourer Equipment were not enough to gather all the top existences of the foreign race.
The reason why they were gathered together was mostly because Yang Qiu's identity was just a primer in their eyes.
Yes, the primer. Yang Qiu appeared. The Myriad Spirit Pill appeared. The Buddha returned and passed down the Buddhist decree. This was a primer, a primer that involved the survival, development, and even the foundation of their future.
The Western Cult no longer relied on the foreign races as much as before.
The existence of the foreign races was the Western Cult's protector. The protector was the hired thug.
But now, half of the world was under the control of the Western Cult. The non-humans had conquered the entire world and eliminated the Saints of the Human Clan. However, the war between the immortals and buddhas had never happened to the non-humans.
This could only mean that in the eyes of those high and mighty Saints, the existence of the non-humans had become less important. In fact, they were insignificant and even insignificant. In fact, they had become a cancer.
There were no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
To the Sages who were high and mighty, they represented the Heavenly Dao. However, they also had their own desires.
This desire was to truly fuse with the Heavenly Axiom and replace it.
The three thousand Western Cults of the Western Cult could reincarnate forever. No matter what, their souls would be able to reincarnate. As long as they awakened, they would be able to fuse with the cultivation base of their past lives. In this cycle of reincarnation, the strength of the three thousand Buddha Lords of the Buddha Sect would only become stronger and stronger.
As for the alien race, they had long lost what they were supposed to have in the ancient times.
They had lost their will to fight and their inheritance. Only by returning to their own world could they truly obtain the most complete inheritance.
The Heavenly Dao of this world had completely suppressed them to a terrifying extent. If they didn't think of a way, the Xeno-race would probably be reduced to the natives of this world in a few million years, and become lambs waiting to be slaughtered by the Buddhist Sect.
However, the foreign races were no longer as united as iron. They had long been divided into several camps.
These camps were just in time to have a drink with the current situation.
Dishi Tian, the Great Brahma King, and one of the Asura Race's Great Asura King were the leaders of this group. They led a huge group and stubbornly stood on the Western Cult's side.
As for the other group, they had been secretly planning how to return to the world where their ancestors came from in the past.
The other part was that the two sides were swaying back and forth.
At this moment, the two Saints of the Western Cult seemed to have tacitly allowed such a thing to happen. Because the five Saints of this world had disappeared for a long time.
And now, this Buddha of the Buddha Sect obviously had a strange connection with the eastern world.
At least, this Yang Qiu had become a very important figure in the eyes of these supreme figures.
What these mighty figures didn't expect was that Yang Qiu could actually take out so many Divine Artifacts, and even Devourer Equipments.
And behind this matter, these fifty-five mighty figures could see it even more clearly.
Yang Qiu could enter and exit the ancient Holy Battlefield as he pleased. Then, what did this mean?
The ancient Holy Battlefield. During the Sacred War, almost all of the elite forces of Daoism, Buddhism, alien races and Human Clan perished together. Among these people, the weakest soldier was a Third Grade Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Among them, the peak Great Luo Taoist Ancestor, peak Solar Luminescence, Standard Saint, Half-Saints, and even twelve Saints from the non-humans had fallen.
The existence of twelve non-human Saints was a top secret.
Otherwise, how could the nine Saints of the Human Clan all die together?
Whoever obtained the legacy of these twelve Saints would have the chance to become a Saint.
This was the true reliance and foundation of the foreign race.
Even the current Daoism and Buddhism, other than the five high and mighty saints, no one knew that the foreign race had crossed realms back then, and their leaders were actually the twelve saints.
This was the top secret of the non-humans. Right now, only these fifty-five higher-beings knew.
Even he didn't know that Yang Qiu had become the fuse, the catalyst, and the person that the three major powers had to get their hands on no matter what.
By controlling Yang Qiu, he would be able to enter the ancient Holy Battlefield and control the Buddha. Who could reject this temptation?
Yang Qiu plunged headfirst into the western world. He was still naively thinking that he could stir up a bloody storm in the western world.
After seeing Yang Qiu throw out a huge pile of Divine Artifacts, at the top of the golden tower at the highest point of the Dishi Heaven City, fifty-five men in black robes emitted an aura of destruction that could devour everything. They turned into black holes that kept devouring the void around them. The void inside the pyramid began to distort.
After a long time, one of the black-robed men suddenly reached out his hand and took off the hat on his head, revealing a fair and handsome face.
This man was Master Dishi Tian.
His black hair fell behind Dishi Tian's head. He stared at Yang Qiu in front of him, and the Qi of destruction around his body intensified.
"This man, none of you should attack him!"
Before Dishi Tian could finish his words, another black-robed man stood up from the throne opposite him. He had also removed the mask on his face. He was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, but there was a strange and unfathomable smile on his face.
"Qu Mo, this is your fault. Why can't we attack?"
Dishi Tian's real name was only given to those 55 terrifying existences.
His name was Dishi Yanmo.
"Luo Mo, don't think that you have the backing of the Buddha behind you. You should know what we are doing. You are no longer worthy of worshipping the Supreme Divine God. "
There was a trace of a smile on Moxi Luomo's face.
"Lord Luo Mo, my Unfettered Heavens is also one of the 24 Heavens. Why aren't we worthy of worshipping an Utmost Divine God?"
The other black-robed man also stood up. This person was incomparably ugly. It was clear that he was one of the Asura Race's Great Asura Kings.
"Luo Mo, Luo Mo, I think you should stop arguing. How about we watch the show first? This gambling match was very interesting. Don't you all think about it? If this Yang Qiu wins. . . He can empty half of the territory of the three major families by himself. "
As soon as these words left his mouth, the other 52 great figures, including Yun Mo and Moxi Luomo, trembled. This Great Asura King purposely smiled and casually tossed them aside. One sentence:
"Two sets of Devourer Equipments are indeed attractive, but one thousand Divine Artifacts is also a treasure. However, even if he loses. . . It's just a little bit of blood. What I'm worried about is. . . It's this guy called Yang Qiu who is messing around in that pile of trash. Look, inside that pile of trash. . . There are more than ten bracelets, what do you think? If he had put all the treasures of Holy Battlefield into it, at that time. . . What should we do? If we don't compensate him, will our souls really be destroyed? "
This Great Asura King. . . His words were like a reminder to the people in their dreams. Everyone present stood up at the same time and pulled down the black mask on their faces. Their expressions became extremely volatile.