A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"What...what should I do?"

The Emperor Yanliu could no longer maintain his composure and maintain his imperial demeanor, he said in a panic.

Mo Shan lowered his head, unable to answer.

In his life, he has learned how to please his master, how to manage many small circles, and how to always remain loyal. He is really not good at the strategies in these star wars.

An army of millions pushed over.

Who can stop such a brilliant trend?

"Emperor, retreat."

King Shenshan took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "We can't fight head-on. This is not our advantage. However, we may not have no advantage."

"That is stronger personal strength!"

"As long as you delay for a while, achieve some results, and gain some room for maneuver, coupled with your status as the emperor of the Yanshi family, it will not be difficult to regain the loyalty of many kings and monks in the clan."

"Retreating for a period of time is not a failure, nor is it a shame. Many great emperors in ancient times fought through hardships and setbacks. They did not always win. There were also true dragons hiding, waiting for the right time."

Jiang Ding was slightly applauded.

The Horned Demon Emperor Clan has dominated the realm for so many years, but it is still not corrupted. The king of the clan still has enough military strategy and brains, and his strength is not bad. He is not weaker than the Immortal Sect Transformation God, which is really rare.

This is an opponent not to be underestimated.

"this……"

The Flame Emperor's son was still hesitating.

He was always too young and had never experienced the days of escaping in embarrassment. He was very concerned about the so-called face and glory, so he was a little hesitant and refused to give up his luck until he was in a truly desperate situation.

This is the flaw of those who are naturally strong.

Being born strong means a lack of training. While God gave them great strength, it deprived them of suffering and the opportunity for real experience.

Only through real blood and fire can one become truly powerful.

This is the intention of the sages of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan to design the Battle of the Emperor's Sons. A race with a long heritage has no shortcomings in all aspects, and many seemingly strict regulations contain profound meanings.

This is also the reason why many great emperors and ancient emperors still recognized these rules even though they had the opportunity to tear up the constraints of the war between emperors and sons, even if their heirs would die because of it.

They know very well that in this cruel world, certain hardships must be experienced and cannot be bypassed.

Otherwise, it is a real waste and cannot stand in the starry sky.

"Do you want to resist for a while and then withdraw? Such a hasty retreat may make many kings and monks look down on you, which will not be conducive to the subsequent win-over..."

The Flame Emperor's son was still hesitating, but there was some truth in what he said.

"Emperor...Oh!"

King Shenshan hated that iron could not become steel: "Those on the wall are only motivated by practical benefits, so why not look down upon them?"

He knew that the young emperor would eventually leave, but he kept hesitating. This was the inherent weakness of young people and not decisive enough.

But unknown risks have increased!

King Shenshan looked around.

The Flame Flower Emperor's daughter was ignorant. A long time ago, after she showed no talent in fighting, the Emperor gave up on cultivating her.

Magic Mountain even looks like he only obeys the orders of the emperor's son.

"Blood River King!"

King Shenshan shouted coldly.

Among so many people, the one who is not afraid of the Flame Emperor and always stays awake is this slave king.

It is difficult for the king of the slave clan who came up from the bottom to have any big shortcomings, because without the protection of the clan, the one with too big shortcomings has died in an unknown corner.

"The emperor's son,"

"Fighting in large armies is not what I'm good at. I'll take my leave now. Please take care of yourself."

The blood-robed Taoist with a handsome and enchanting appearance and white hair as white as snow bowed and said, "If you can survive, I should be able to bring you the Emperor of the Sky and the King of Guards you want within ten to several decades. head."

"May the ancient gods protect you."

"May you receive your imperial son's crown in the future."

The blood-robed Taoist was not asking for anything. After saying that, the blood-colored light flew towards the distant horizon and quickly disappeared.

"you!"

"Blood River King!"

The Flame Emperor's son was shocked and angry, and roared.

"This damn slave!"

"This damn bitch!"

"If I become emperor, I will definitely..."

He paused for a moment before swallowing the rest of his words. His face was blood red, and he was obviously furious to the extreme.

"The emperor's son."

"This man is unruly, but he is doing the right thing."

King Shenshan said solemnly: "Fight and fight. Break when it's time to break. Don't hesitate at all. In the current situation, if we fight head-on, we will definitely lose."

"It's just a temporary concession."

"As long as you win in the end, my son, I promise you that you will not lose any glory or face. Your profound wisdom and shocking plans will be sung in the realm, and will even form legends that the imperial monks talk about. Leave a name in the history of the imperial clan.”

"The winner must be right and glorious."

"As for this slave, if he can be promoted to the emperor of the slave clan, I am afraid that you will not be willing to kill him after you are promoted to the emperor. As long as he is useful, it is natural that he has some shortcomings and some unruly behavior."

King Shenshan is trying to smooth things over.

The birds are not yet gone, and the cunning rabbits are not dead yet. Speaking of these now, I really lack experience.

"Blood River King..."

boom!

The Flame Emperor's Son slammed the flaming halberd on the ground, creating a bottomless pit, forming magma glass, he said bitterly.

…

Very far away from Huayun Small World, in an unknown place in Moshi Small World, in the soul of an unknown creature, Jiang Ding's body withdrew his gaze.

"Those who are born strong are quite immature in many aspects..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

This is a point that can be used, and he kept it firmly in mind.

At the same time, a ray of consciousness penetrated into the virtual world of soul.

In an instant, nine cold eyes were cast here.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Jiang Ding glanced at them and said indifferently: "Next, the Yanshi Star Region will fall into chaos. You can prepare the arrangement of the formation. Don't make mistakes."

"Number 10!"

"This... is different from what we said before. It completely violates our plan of dormant development."

Tianji Daozi's voice was angry.

As the Blood River King, doing such a thing is too ostentatious, which instantly increases their risks and completely disregards the overall situation!

Once the Yanshi Emperor chooses to give up the Yanliu Emperor and kills the Blood River King with a palm, perhaps some clues will be discovered and some suspicions will be aroused.

"No way."

"Who made you incompetent and failed?"

"I was forced to do so."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "In such a defeat, we must take an unconventional approach to stop the huge disadvantage of Emperor Yanliu, and judging by the results, it succeeded."

"With your ability, do you really have no other more covert means?"

Tianji Daozi asked coldly.

"No."

"Really not."

Jiang Ding said decisively.

Maybe there is, but it must be a method that does not maximize the interests of the Xianmen.

The interests of the Xianmen and the interests of the Nine Spirits must be highly overlapped, and this is the path he walks.

Both must exist at the same time.

For this reason, it is worthwhile to increase the risk a little.