A middle-aged man wearing a broken ancient Taoist robe appeared out of thin air.

His face was withered, and there was a half-broken sword on his forehead, which was inserted from the back of his head, and the black blood clotted at the wound.

"Ghost Master!"

Shi Hao screamed strangely, rushed behind Shi Yi, staring at the other party with big eyes in disbelief.

The ghost master had only appeared in front of him before, but now he appeared in public, which shocked and frightened.

"Who is your Excellency!"

The Lord of the Butian Pavilion looked gloomy. As soon as the Spirit Sacrifice became a god, he was snatched by one person.

"I...Who am I?"

The ghost's face was calm, but there was doubt in his black eyes. The broken sword on his forehead trembled, and blood fell down the wound.

"You are the founder of Butian Pavilion and once planted me with your own hands."

The sound of the spirit sacrifice sounded again, and a phantom walked out of the green-skinned gourd. It was vaguely visible that an old man respectfully saluted the ghost master at this moment.

For a moment, everyone in Butian Pavilion and the helpers were shocked and stared at Gui Master in disbelief.

This person is actually the founder of Butian Pavilion!

"Yes, I am the founder of Butian Pavilion and once created Butian Pavilion."

The ghost master seemed to remember something, and there was a slight fluctuation in his voice.

"I didn't want you to appear, but your obsession was too deep. In my nirvana, I broke through my seal and appeared again. Fortunately, the battle ended, so you don't have to consume your obsession to fight anymore."

The sacrifice spirit spoke, and the words were filled with kindness and respect, as if facing an elder.

The Lord of the Butian Pavilion and the elders looked at the Ghost Master. This is really the founder of the Butian Pavilion. After his death, he still insisted on protecting the homeland of the Butian Pavilion?

"This is my Butian Pavilion, but I couldn't take action..." The ghost master burst into tears, and blood and tears flowed from his dark eyes.

"You are dead, this is just your obsession, you don't need to fight again..."

Lao Teng opened his mouth, but the phantom became dimmer and dimmed, and eventually disappeared.

"You are very good, and you have fulfilled your promise to me..." The ghost master's figure gradually blurred. Before he completely disappeared, he carefully buried the divine seeds in the soil, as if he had planted a gourd vine endless years ago.

"Great gift to the founder!"

The Lord of Butian Pavilion shouted loudly and knelt down.

"Great gift to the founder!"

The other elders and surviving disciples of Butian Pavilion also saluted respectfully, and saw this ancestor who was obsessed with the state of obsession and wanted to participate in the battle.

After solving the problem of the divine species and the originator of seeing off, Shi Yi looked up.

The originally beautiful and beautiful Pure Land is now full of devastation, the mountains are razed to the ground, the flat ground is bombarded out of the lake, the trees and grass are also turned into coke, the corpses and bones are everywhere, and the flesh and blood are turned into nutrients, mixed in the soil, providing new nutrients for this land.

At this moment, all the people who came to support gathered, looking at the junior brothers who were younger than me and the Butian Pavilion, which had experienced the war.

"Tsk, the Lingwei Marquis was just so good, the divine bow was so great!" King Zhan grinned. The long sword on his chest had been removed, leaving only one wound.

"You are not bad either!" said Ling Weihou. The arrow feathers behind him were also treated, leaving only wounds.

"The rescue of King Wu is late, so his fellow disciples have suffered!"

King Wu said that he was an extremely mature middle-aged man and looked far more stable than young people such as the King of War and Lingweihou.

He was the only one left in the hundreds of people in the Wu Palace, who were walking with him, and the warships were all broken.

"I really didn't expect that the former brothers met in this situation."

The Qishan clan leader was in a very embarrassing state, his crown was broken, and his clothes were dirty and messy.

"Thank you, brothers, for coming to rescue!" The Lord of the Butian Pavilion bowed deeply to everyone.

He could see clearly before that these people were killing the enemy even if they were seriously injured.

The Lingwei Hou's bow was broken and he threw arrow feathers with his hands; the Wu King's warship was damaged and rushed into the Tuoba clan himself, one person angrily killed three kings and princes; the War King's halberd rolled his halberd and killed countless people with his fists...

If the last two emperors had not forced themselves to leave them, they would have definitely fought until the last moment.

The living people are still alive, and they can even enjoy suffering when they face each other, but the dead people will always sleep in this vast wasteland.

"The survivor of the Fire Rhino Tribe is here!"

A shaking one-horned rhinoceros came over, the flames on its body were dim, the knight on its back was also seriously injured and depressed, and half of his arms were cut off.

He was the only survivor of the Fire Rhino Tribe, with dozens of people, and only one survived seriously injured.

"The Chiyang Tribe... the clan leader fell, and no one who came to help survive..."

A disciple came to report, and his voice trembled.

"The Moon Worship Tribe, the survivors come."

The two of them walked in support and said that they were two people. In fact, even if their bodies were pieced together, they could hardly get a complete body.

"Butian Pavilion, thank you all!"

The head of the Butian Pavilion had tears in his eyes, and knelt down to the helpers, and tears fell.

Butian Pavilion owe them too much in this battle.

Even when Shi Yi saw this scene, he couldn't help but wonder whether it was worth killing the four powerful men in the Spirit Sacrifice Pit and destroying countless invading tribes.

Because too many people were killed in this battle, some former disciples of Butian Pavilion even brought all the warriors in their tribe, but in the end they fell together with themselves.

The Shi Emperor next to him seemed to have noticed something wrong with Shi Yi, and he spoke in a voice transmission: "Do you think it's cruel?"

Shi Yi looked up and found that Shi Huang's eyes were deep, looking at the remaining ones.

"This is the Great Wilderness. This time the Butian Pavilion Festival is flexible. What if he fails to extend his life? Does this group of people still have a chance to stand here?"

Shi Huang spoke and persuaded Shi Yi.

"The Butian Pavilion is too big, so big that many forces in the wasteland covet their inheritance. This battle suffered a lot and countless people died. However, the Tuoba clan, Li clan and other tribes have enough foundation to make up for this loss."

He said that although people cannot be resurrected by death, the tribes supported by these resources can create more powerful people.

"But if we didn't fight, wouldn't so many people die?"

Shi Yi spoke, a little puzzled. He had not yet fully understood the laws of the Great Wilderness, especially when standing on this battlefield full of sorrow, his eyes were filled with broken flesh and limbs.

"Whether to fight or not, Butian Pavilion cannot decide. Even if the sacrifice spirit shows the strength of the gods, Nanyu Shenshan and Yishan will think that the sacrifice spirit is holding on and sending more venerables, and the situation will only be more serious at that time. Moreover, the Tuoba clan and Butian Pavilion are enemies. In addition, the foundation of the Butian Pavilion and the rain of the gods after the death of the plant sacrifice spirit is enough to allow other tribes to join the Butian Pavilion."

Shi Huang explained patiently that he valued this person who was suspected of his junior brother's double pupils.

Shi Yi nodded. This was probably because the wall fell down and everyone pushed it. Every man was guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. But what others didn't expect was that the wall of Butian Pavilion could not be destroyed at all. The so-called building will collapse is an illusion.

On the other hand, the Lord of the Butian Pavilion is already asking people to treat the strong, and give priority to those who come to support, especially those who only have only one seedlings left in a tribe, such as the Huoxi Tribe and the Moon Bing Tribe.
Chapter completed!