Chapter: 8091

Jiang Posha responded lightly. "Okay, the matter of God's Realm of Creation is almost explained. I will go to Dongwu Small World to pick up Mo Xie, Mr. Duan Ge, and you will take them here to discuss whether to build the Immemorial Star Pavilion near here, or slow down first. Slowly acquire practice resources,

After you break through to the Emperor Realm, create the Taikoo Star Pavilion. "

Ning Qi laughed.

"You go, with me watching, nothing will happen to them. As for the Zongmen, I will check the situation at that time. If it is possible, I will set up a mountain gate near here."

Duan Ge nodded with a smile.

Hearing this, Ning Qi walked back into the small courtyard, and with a thought, his figure disappeared into the courtyard immediately.

Soochow Small World, when Ning Qi arrived here, he found that the world was in a period of turmoil. Countless races and sects were fighting to the death for the resources in Soochow Small World.

Finally, it has not yet extended to the Shenluo realm. These sects may be extremely jealous when meeting enemies in the small world, but when they arrive in the Shenluo realm, they will still do what they should do as usual.

This is a rule set by the Holy Council, and no one dares to violate it without authorization. With a sweep of Ning Qi's divine sense, he determined the location of Mo Xie. On the way he rushed towards Mo Xie, he even saw a few monks in the robes of the Moon Elephant Sect. The hunted down was in a panic, Ning Qijing

When it was over, they all withdrew their hands, raised their heads solemnly, and did not continue the pursuit until Ning Qi went away. At this stage of the Ten Thousand Clans War, the aborigines in the Soochow Small World can no longer tell who is who. Although the aborigines will not be forcibly exterminated because of the rules formulated by the Holy Council, when the Ten Thousand Clans War is over, the Soochow Small World monks in

There are not many clubs left, so the resources are enough to be used by the sect that won this small world.

It is very realistic. Ning Qi rarely entered the small world before, and never participated in these ten thousand clan wars, so he didn't have a very intuitive feeling.

In Ning Qi's view, most of the local aborigines may not know why there is a war of ten thousand races, and where the monks participating in the war of ten thousand races come from, they may not be too clear. For them, the Great War of Ten Thousand Clans is a catastrophe, just like the catastrophe when the demons invaded the fairy world. , but

It is the next Great War of Ten Thousand Clans that will always come, just like reincarnation, and it will last forever. "A war of ten thousand races lasted too long. Judging from this situation, all the heavens and ten thousand realms have been shattered, and it will not be able to affect the Shenluo realm in a short period of time. I am afraid that the most holy council has arranged such a battle purpose. Just to control the Shinra world

Let them exhaust all their energy and weaken their strength. Some monks who have the talent to advance to the emperor's realm may die in such chaotic battles. A coldness flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and his body speeded up instantly. After a while, he came to a giant city where Mo Xie lived. As much as it seems, it should be

It is the indigenous force of Soochow Small World.

In a certain courtyard in the giant city, Mo Xie and a woman were sitting on wicker chairs, looking at the children running around, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Yun Qing, when they grow up a bit, I will teach them how to practice, so that even if we are not by their side in the future, they can survive in Soochow."

Moye smiled.

The woman he called Yun Qing was startled for a moment, and a complex look flashed in her eyes: "Cultivation, if they are mortals all the time, it would be great if they can spend this life in peace."

"Ordinary people can only live a hundred years, will it be alright?"

Mo Xie froze for a moment.

"If you are a monk, you may have to participate in the Great War of Ten Thousand Clans you mentioned. An ordinary life is better than an untimely death."

Yun smiled lightly.

"Whether you want to practice or not, you have to ask their opinions."

Suddenly, there was a figure in the small courtyard.

Mo Xie subconsciously protected Yun Qing, and looked at the figure, but her face was slightly startled, and there was a burst of joy in her eyes.

"Mo Xie, he is your enemy"

Yun Qing looked a little solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the three children running around in the yard ran to Yun Qing one after another, looking at Ning Qi with a little fear in their eyes.

"Not enemies, but friends"