As the main priest, especially with the cultivation level of the old man in white, if even the old man in white cannot control the movements on the altar, then other top-notch strong people in the world will probably not be able to grasp the overall situation of the altar.

But if the old man in white did not leave a backup plan, the fairy official Qingyin would never believe anything.

"Now, all the four tribes have fallen at a disadvantage, and it is only a matter of time before they lose." The emperor and empress sighed: "If you stop now, it will be a draw. If you try it out, it will be a decision."

"The Emperor and Empress are joking. Even if it is the Shenwu Alliance, we must abide by the word "Wu." The old man in white smiled bitterly: "Since it is related to martial arts, it will be a little damaged and it is not unacceptable."

The Qingyin Immortal Official and the Emperor and Empress almost turned their mouths apart, and Mu Hongying's hand reached to the edge of the tea tray on the table.

But now, the old man in white glanced at Mu Hongying intentionally or unintentionally.

It was just at this glance that Mu Hongying suddenly felt like falling from an ice cellar.

Even with Mu Hongying's cultivation level, he seemed to feel some incredible power at this time. Mu Hongying even had an illusion that if he really took action this time, he would definitely suffer.

"Miss Mu is better not to act rashly." The old man in white chuckled: "If the Lord of Huafang Pavilion really wants to take action, I will never fight back. I will just go to the place where the Emperor's Death is hidden for three or five thousand years. I think someone will definitely be unhappy!"

The old man in white called the title of Lord Huafang Pavilion very seriously.

Mu Hongying couldn't help but turn black.

Mu Hongying, who created the Gods, was originally the most talented woman in the Gods' Heavenly Court, and her identity was ultimately a strong man. However, the Lord of Huafang Pavilion is the wife of a strong man who had had an engagement with Ling Wuxu, the strong man in the human race. Although they are the same person, their identity positions are different, and there will be great differences. If Mu Hongying blindly helps the gods speak at this time, it would be unfair. If it were in the past, Mu Hongying would not feel anything, but Ling Wuxue appeared in the South Heaven Gate and if he was sued by the old man in white again, the fun would be really great.

Your sister, how did you say this old guy?

Where is the face?

A dignified and powerful man, and a powerful man in the world, actually threatened me, a weak woman to complain to her fiancé. How did you say this?

Even with Mu Hongying's mind, tens of thousands of divine beasts were still whistling by in his heart.

But, he had to admit his account and had to be wronged and begged for the sake of everything. Mu Hongying only felt that he was the most wronged woman in the world.

"Although I cannot control the movements of these juniors on the altar, I can assure the Emperor and Empress that there may be casualties in this competition, but I will try my best to keep a trace of their true spirit immortal, and there may be a possibility of restoring the memory of this world." The old man in white sighed: "As for the victory or defeat of life and death on the altar, I do not have this ability to control it, and I cannot go against the will of heaven, which will defeat their respective opportunities."

This time, not only the Emperor and Empress sisters and the Qingyin Immortal Official, but even the Human King's eyes showed a hint of solemnity.

The situation on the altar is obviously not conducive to the four clans. With the invincible resources of the gods, I am afraid that each clan will not wait for the power of the forbidden arts of the ten powerful people of the gods to attack, and will definitely lose first. In this case, the ten powerful people of the gods will also burn the limit of their potential and damage their own foundation.

Now, the situation of losing both sides has been achieved.

Armistice and choosing another battlefield are undoubtedly the best way.

However, the old man in white had no intention of stopping him.

Even at this time, the old man in white had a flash of light in his eyes, and he seemed to have changed his body, but his body was completely different from before.

If I hadn't known the old man in white for many years, I'm afraid that few of them would have thought that this old man was crazy.

"One day, I will understand my intention." The old man in white shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Although I have not been concerned about the world for so many years, there have been so many talented seedlings in this world. Do you really want them to grow in the flower bed?"

“Will the cost be too high?”

"There are things that don't pay the price on the road of cultivation. What's more, such a large number of talented seedlings, even if they die, what's the point of living a person?" The old man in white sighed: "Even if all of them die on the altar, it only means that I misread the people. They are simply not qualified to live a life of great struggle, and they are not worthy of living their own voices in this world full of dangers and opportunities."

The Human King almost went crazy.

If it weren't for the efforts to suppress his turbulent anger, the Human King felt that he would have the urge to fight to the death with this immortal, now,,,,,

"This is a dead end, no solution." The old man in white sighed: "Unless some of them among the thirty-six people break the situation that will inevitably be both sides of the loss in advance. Otherwise, these thirty-six geniuses of all races are really likely to die on this altar,,,,,,,,"

Zhuo Junlin's mouth was bleeding and his body was shaking.

Facing the ten powerful gods, even though he knew that he was unable to resist, he could not retreat.

Behind him are Yang Wenjun, Leng Qiuyue, and twenty-five elites from the four clans.

Now, besides Zhuo Junlin himself, the only one who can stand still is Yang Wenjun, who has no cultivation. Even though he knows that his strength is not enough, he has no choice but to retreat and cannot avoid it.

"Young Master Zhuo, the defeat is decided, why do you have to struggle again?" Mu looked back and sighed: "Although we are not close friends, we finally ended up in the Zhuxian Formation to die together. As a hero like you, Mu really doesn't want to face you in life and death. As long as you can abandon your sword and admit defeat, we will not be hostile. At this time, all the four clans are defeated, and you have done your best, so why do you have to take your own life?"

Zhuo Junlin shook his head slightly, but there was a hint of strange color in his eyes.

At this time, the ten powerful men of the God clan had not killed all the people, but Mu Huishou had already spoken to persuade him to surrender, but it was indeed Zhuo Junlin's expectation.

If it were yourself or other strong people, they would definitely fight to the death with lightning speed when they gained the upper hand. Even if it was just a trial, they would never give their opponent any chance to turn the tables.

Now, whether the gods were joking or sincerely persuading them made Zhuo Junlin dare not make a decision.
Chapter completed!