Quick Time Travel Plane Development 2.

Yinghua said, "You are mistaken. I am not Master Jingyi."

The man and the fox were shocked and frightened.

They committed a serious mistake and admitted their mistake to the saint in person. No matter how the saint punished them, it was because they were the ones who made the mistake in the first place that they deserved the punishment.

They have now entered the wilderness pointed out by the other party and caused some damage to the surrounding area, which gives the other party even more reason to attack them.

Moreover, powerful cultivators do not need reasons. They are like ants in front of powerful cultivators above the quasi-saint level, and the other party can destroy them at will.

When Master Jingyi was giving a sermon, he would not easily attack the practitioners who came to listen to his sermon, so they were not very frightened just now.

The Quasi-Saint’s attack was beyond their ability to withstand.

Especially Dong Xiao, he mentioned the Taoist name Jingyi directly, and felt even more uneasy.

He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply, "It was Dong Xiao who was rude, and I apologize to the saint." After the ceremony, he took out a piece of yellow earth from the gourd on his waist and presented it with both hands, "This is the acquired soil, presented to the saint."

The gourd on his waist is a space magic weapon.

The apology gift touched Hua's heart. Xirang is the most ideal all-round nutrient source for the sacred tree, and her tree body can use it.

If it wasn't the first time she met Dong Xiao, she would have thought that Xirang was something Dong Xiao came to give to her specially.

The innate Xirang is no longer available in the ancient times, and the acquired Xirang is also a rare treasure.

Could she refuse? Definitely not.

Ying Hua reached out and took the acquired Xirang.

The nine-tailed fox Si Yu did not think that she only called the other party a saint, but also recognized the other party as Taoist Jingyi, which the other party would not know.

She is the only one who should take the blame.

It’s no wonder they made the mistake.

When a cultivator enters the holy realm, with one breath, the vital energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles may be completely drained away. If two cultivators in the holy realm are too close to each other, they will interfere with each other and will not be able to concentrate on their cultivation.

Therefore, those who have attained enlightenment are all alone, and the distance between two people is at least tens of thousands of miles.

The world is so big that there are very few people who are above the saint realm. It is not possible to find one every tens of thousands of miles. Otherwise, she would not have heard a quasi-saint preaching and traveled more than 70,000 miles to come here.

How could she have imagined that there was another saint living only a few thousand miles away from Jingshan.

Seeing that Dong Xiao had taken out treasures like the Acquired Xirang, she hardened her heart, made a decision, opened her mouth, and passed out a gem.

The demon race's cultivation method can create a space for storage in the body.

She raised the pearl above her head with both hands, lowered her head slightly and said, "This water-repellent pearl is a gift from Si Yu to apologize for his crime. Please accept it, Saint."

Water-repellent beads are also good treasures.

Yinghua decided to accept it as well.

She would not accept such a valuable treasure from a man and a fox for nothing, so she asked the man and the fox, "What do you want?"

How could the man and the fox dare to ask for a gift in return? They looked at each other and realized that the other was thinking the same thing as themselves.

Both of them replied, "Nothing to ask for."

Yunhua asked in a different way, "How did you meet, and why did you fight?" Si Yu said first, "I heard that there was a saint preaching in Jingshan, so I rushed here. When I got to the front, I met this human. He asked me where I was from, and I said Qingqiu.

He heard the name on the newspaper and said it was Dong Xiao from the Luochuan human race, and he wanted me to pay for my blood debt with blood. I had no intersection with him before, let alone hatred, so how could there be a blood debt.

How could I let him beat me? I fought him all the way here, alarming the saint."

Dong Xiao glared at Si Yu, disagreeing with what Si Yu said, but he did not dare to argue with Si Yu here, so he just said to Ying Hua, "The saint is wise. In the war between the witch tribe and the monster tribe, many of my ancestors died at the hands of the Qingqiu fox tribe.

My family and hers are sworn enemies. She is the descendant of the enemy who killed my ancestors and has a debt to me. It is my duty to seek revenge on her."

Yinghua nodded slightly to both of them without judging who was right or wrong.

She first asked Si Yu, "Have you ever heard your tribe members mention the war between the witches and liches ten thousand years ago? How many humans died at the hands of your ancestors?"

The intelligent creatures in the ancient times all have long lifespans, cultivators live even longer, and the hatred they create also lasts longer.

Fortunately, what people remember is not the more distant war between wizards and demons. That war lasted for millions of years and almost all the powerful saints from the wizard and demon clans died, and countless people died below the saint level.

As for the war between the liches and wizards ten thousand years ago, it only lasted for a few decades, with both sides winning and losing, and the war ended because both sides suffered too many casualties.

The witches in this war between witches and liches can only be regarded as humans who have witch blood and have cultivated witch power.

Later, there were no more large-scale conflicts between the two races of wizards and liches, but the hatred was also put aside.

Si Yu said, "I've heard about the great war ten thousand years ago, where both sides suffered countless casualties. There were many melees, and there is no record of which human died at our hands, or how many of our people were killed. It is even more unclear what the names of the dead humans and the humans who killed our people were."

Ying Hua asked Dong Xiao, "What about you? How many of your people died at the hands of which demon tribe ten thousand years ago? How many demon tribes did your people kill? Besides the Qingqiu Fox Tribe, what other demon tribes are your mortal enemies?"

Dong Xiao shook his head. "I don't know the whole story. My clan only records that the ancestors who passed down my bloodline all died at the hands of the Qingqiu Fox Clan."

Yun Hua asked again, "If the descendants of the demons killed by your ancestors come to you for revenge, are you willing to take it?"

Dong Xiao was stunned. He had never thought about this question. Thinking about what he had said and done before, he said with a stiff upper lip, "...I should accept it. Life and death are determined by fate."

"Well. Let me take a look." Yunhua drew out a trace of consciousness and entered the long river of destiny. After spending some time, she found the watermark of destiny from the war between the liches and sorcerers ten thousand years ago.

She activated the time-stopping property obtained from the sect's rules. No matter how much time she spent in the long river of fate, in the eyes of Dong Xiao and Si Yu, Ying Hua just closed her eyes lightly.

Seeing her open her eyes, she said, "The war between the witches and liches ten thousand years ago lasted forty-six years, of which the Luochuan human race participated in the war for thirty-nine years..."

"During the battle, the demon tribes that killed the Luochuan people included the Golden Eagle Tribe, the Qingqiu Fox Tribe, the Chishan Fox Tribe, the Snow Wolf Tribe, the Red Snake Tribe, the Black Rat Tribe, and the Qingze Black Ape..."

"The demon tribes killed by the Luochuan people include the Red Snake Tribe, the Black Rat Tribe, the Green Hill Fox Tribe, the Thunder Leopard Tribe, and the Blue Luan Tribe..."

With a wave of her hand, Hua copied several representative scenes from the watermark of fate and presented them in front of the two of them in the form of water.

Dong Xiao and Si Yu saw it very clearly. The picture was full of a heavy sense of history.

Moreover, the two of them secretly used their respective talents and techniques to confirm that the scene was from the past and was not fabricated by the other party using techniques.

There is no need for the other party to make up stories.

The two men suddenly realized that they had underestimated the other party. The other party was at least a true saint, or even a Heavenly Lord.

The two became more solemn.

Dong Xiao was even more worried, as the opponent had used such a powerful technique, and his intention was to target him directly. (End of this chapter)