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That was how the plan of the Qin, Thousand Extreme Martial School and Sun family selling out Xi Liang came about.1

The source of the engine was the Yershalaim machine.

In this plan, Yeh Lu Bao Ji, Sun Bo Li, Li Jundu, Qin Zong, and other people, each take what they need.

Since each had their own needs, the plan could only be established. By using each other, joint operations could only take place, just like how the Yale machine colluded with the Uighur High Priest.

Yeluo Mingguang suddenly sat down on the roof. His heart was filled with fear, and his heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

In the nation of Qilian, both sides had invested a million troops and battled day and night on the thousands of kilometers of battle line. Every moment, a large number of cultivators and wolves would perish, and the national power of the two countries would be affected.

This was a true national plan, a great social event.

However, the army of a million was just a pawn in the hands of the Yel'lao machine, and the so-called national affairs were even more so played in the palms of their hands by the Yel machine.

Just one lie from him made countless soldiers die on the battlefield, made countless citizens become orphans and widows, thousands of miles away desolate Qilian Mountains became purgatory that was ravaged by blood and fire, made two empires' billions of citizens dance about in excitement, and made many of the so-called heroes and heroes that crossed the river drift about in and out of power.

In the end, all of this was just to fulfill his selfish desire to become a chief.

One hand flourishes the wind and clouds, the other plays with the common people.

And he himself, hidden behind the clouds, was impassive.

If this was not a god, then what kind of existence could be called a god?

Yale's lifeless eyes whispered: "Father, you used the Wolf God, the Great Wolf God, it will be angry …"

The machine pulled up his son, who had lost his soul, and pulled him up by the collar so that he could stand up straight. He waited until Yelu's eyes became focused before pressing down heavily on his shoulders.

Yale's face became serious, "You are the son of my Yale, so remember this: Those who worship the gods are idiots and ignorant mortals! And the truly strong, the monarch in charge of the empire, would only use the gods as a pawn, letting him control the hearts of the people!

"This is the world of cultivators. The strong have everything, the weak have nothing. When you get to the top of the mountain, you should realize that everything you can see is something you can use and must make good use of! It was only because of this that the mountain underneath his feet was pushed even higher! At that time, you will be a god, a wolf god returning to the Uighur Kingdom!

"Ming Guang, once you've comprehended this point, you will be able to become the candidate to inherit the position of the next chief."

At this moment, Yale felt like he was looking up at the clouds from the bottom of the mountain, like a tiny ant looking up at the clouds. The difference between him and his father was as wide as an entire mountain.

He couldn't help but clench his fists and clench his teeth.

As his father's son, he had to keep up with his father and not disgrace the glory his father brought him.

"You're still young, so it doesn't matter if you're a bit weaker. You still have a long way to go, and where you can go in the end will depend on your talent, your nature, your wisdom and your hard work, so don't let me down. "

"Yes, father, your son will not disappoint you!"

Sun Moon City was in the midst of a fierce battle. The Hui Wei army had already taken over the entire western part of the city, and the cultivators of Western Paradise were dying and dying on the streets. The defensive line was in pieces, and they would not be able to hold on for long.

Until a countercurrent of troops appeared on the main street of the city.

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