You have a good chance, I accept it.

But these Tianjiaos couldn't even defeat those under Li Changsheng. This is the gap, the real gap.

When the Qilin Clan reacted, they had already lost no less than a hundred Tianjiaos on the battlefield, and every one of them who was qualified to fight was a Tianjiao that the entire Qilin Clan was proud of.

But such Tianjiaos lost hundreds of them in just a few months, and even the Qilin Clan couldn't bear such consumption.

Ordinary Tianjiaos would die if they went up, and Tianjiaos couldn't compete, and the old generation of strong men would die if they went up.

The great world belongs to the young generation, and the old generation of strong men are in the same realm.

As for why Buddhism attacked the Qilin Clan, it is easy to explain. Li Changsheng rose in the western part of the Demon Realm, so what he had to do was to make the entire western part of the Demon Realm have only his own voice.

And Buddhism's opponent is only one Qilin Clan. As long as the Qilin Clan is willing to bow their heads, then there is naturally nothing to worry about. It's still the same as it should be, but it's just a matter of bowing your head.

If it were any other force, they might have agreed. As long as they bowed their heads, there would be nothing wrong. No one would refuse.

But they happened to meet the Qilin Clan, a veteran Golden Immortal Clan. Face is more important than life. You want me, a Golden Immortal Clan, to bow to a junior like you? You are dreaming.

The Qilin Clan's high-level officials have thought of all kinds of situations, even thinking of starting a Golden Immortal War, but they have never thought of bowing their heads.

At this moment, in the Fantian Galaxy, Lu Changsheng, the frontline commander of the Qilin Clan, was so worried that his hair was turning white.

He was a Taiyi Xuanxian mid-stage cultivator, but at this moment, he did not show the vigor and vigor of a Taiyi Xuanxian mid-stage cultivator at all. He had white hair and a haggard face. He did not look like a Taiyi Xuanxian mid-stage cultivator at all.

He had experienced too much in the past few months. Who knows how he got through these months.

He watched the Qilin Clan army die on the battlefield one after another, and watched the Qilin Clan's Tianjiao die in battle. He was heartbroken.

Those Buddhist geniuses, those strange geniuses, all have unparalleled fighting power. His Qilin clan geniuses are simply no match for those people.

His Qilin clan army retreated again and again, and now, 80% of the territory of the Fantian Galaxy has been lost, and even the other two galaxies have almost fallen into the hands of Buddhism.

Some people say that the first battle is the decisive battle. Now they are retreating again and again, and looking back, there is no way to retreat.

"Report, the Buddhist army from the outside world is coming fiercely and has approached our battlefield. May I ask if we should send a large army to fight?"

At this time, a young man came to Lu Changsheng in a few steps and reported.

"Who is the leader?"

Lu Changsheng asked loudly without turning his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

"The leaders are Ye Yang, Jingkong, and Chewu."

Listening to the young man's report, Lu Changsheng clenched his fists and smashed the table in front of him.

"It's these three again."

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth and said word by word. It was these three guys who killed thirteen of his Qilin clan's geniuses in one month. At least thirty of the geniuses from the local forces of the Fantian Galaxy were also killed by these three guys.

"Who will fight?"

Lu Changsheng asked again. As long as someone can stop these three guys, the battle will be able to be fought, but the problem is that there is no genius on their side who can stop these three guys.