Chapter 3961 This is a wrong decision
However, Fairy Feng said in a deep voice: "Jiemie, you are the weakest. Wan Shen is also preparing to revive the ancient true immortals. The future power will not be much worse than Bingwu. If you are better prepared, you will even surpass Bingwu's power."
There was a sense of persuasion in her voice: "Yunmeng actually has no helpers. No matter how ambitious she is, no matter how mysterious the power of the Great Dao is, if she can be won over, she will be more reliable than us."
"Reliable?" Ye Wudao was stunned.
In fact, Fairy Feng and others are relatively reliable. At least everyone has common interests, so they will stand together and work together temporarily.
But Ye Wudao is only at the peak of the early eternity. What if Yunmeng has an idea and takes over the main position?
Jiemie Sect is also in a difficult situation now. On the surface, there are Muxian, Ye Wudao, Xiejiao, and Nanji Xianweng who recently requested to join. I guess they got the order from Bingshuang Wuxian, and there are also their own wishes.
In total, there are four, not counting the four from Hongchen Palace.
Quite a lot!
However, there is no middle-stage Eternal, let alone the late stage.
Counting the Red Dust Palace, there are eight people, who can barely fight against Bingwu and Wanshen.
But if you don't count them, and don't count the Wood Immortal and the South Pole Immortal, the number is too small.
Two...
Too pitiful!
Two Eternals, stationed at a medium-sized border, are okay.
But it is a joke to fight against the two great forces of transcendence in the human race, and even want to be independent.
The Silence Sect is powerful on the surface, but its real strength is not enough.
Ye Wudao is in urgent need of help, and this is not an exaggeration.
Bingwu and Wanshen can do without them, but he still needs them.
Especially the attitude of Bingwu and Wanshen, they almost don't care about their independence, and it is not a default. Wanshen doesn't even take any action.
This is also a contemptuous attitude.
You are independent, and if you don't obey any orders in the future, there are still ways to deal with it.
The arrogance of the strong is like this.
Just like ordinary people treat cute pets, no matter how fierce you are, in the eyes of others, it is a cute struggle and they will not care too much.
Ye Wudao is now in this dilemma.
Although Feng Xianzi's advice seems a bit strange, the truth is not bad.
"Let's go."
He sighed: "Whether it can be won over or not, at least it is good to make friends. I also planned to make friends before, not to win over."
Huoyue smiled meaningfully and said: "At this time, Jiemie is still insincere."
Ye Wudao looked at this familiar existence and smiled bitterly.
"I can't help it. Otherwise, Huoyuexian will quit Hongchen Palace and let you join my Jiemie Sect. How about it?"
It is obvious that Huoyue is scolding him for changing his mind every day, so Ye Wudao will naturally not be polite and directly retort.
Huoyue rolled his eyes and did not continue to pay attention to Ye Wudao.
"Let's go!"
Ye Wudao did not waste any words and led them to fly out of Jiemie Sect and head to the ancient immortal tomb in Kunlun Secret Realm of Human Blue Star.
An hour later, everyone came to the sky above the ancient immortal tomb and looked at each other.
They could feel that there was a terrifying aura in the ancient immortal tomb, ready to explode at any time.
However, this power was very mysterious, as if it wanted to try to bring them all into the illusion. As the power continued to increase, everyone's faces changed slightly.
Fortunately, everyone was an eternal strongman, and it was not too difficult to fight against this power together.
...
Ye Wudao was speechless. He didn't expect that the other party would put on such a big show for him as soon as he came, which made him a little speechless.
Looking around, there was no aura of other strongmen coming. He always felt bad in his heart, as if coming here was a wrong decision, and he shouldn't try to win over this eternal strongman.
