Chapter 1997

"This is definitely a great opportunity for us."

"If we take the opportunity to attack the Ancient race's ancestral land now, isn't this another large batch of destiny power, and that stuff..."

In front of the Elf ancestors, Qi Xiong was embarrassed to speak directly about the ingredients.

However, everyone understood in seconds, and their eyes lit up one after another. It is said that this is definitely the best time to attack the Ancient race's ancestral land.

Moreover, as one of the six great hegemonic races, the number of ancestral spirit ingredients of the Ancient race is definitely not comparable to the Kelan race and the Evil Spirit race.

If they can get a hand on it, there will be no shortage of ingredients.

What's more, the Ancient race's destiny power is also very tempting; if they grab it, then the human race's destiny... tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes them feel comfortable.

It's just that everyone here has ideas, but the six ancestors of the Elf race were stunned.

Didn't they agree to help us reclaim our ancestral land? Why did it turn into attacking the Ancient race's ancestral land now? What about us?

The four Elf ancestors leaning in the arms of Yun Xiantai and the others said aggrievedly.

"Husband, didn't you promise me..."

"I know, and I didn't say I wouldn't help you."

"Then why did you just say..."

"Sigh, this is 'one time, one situation.' And think about it, as long as we take down the Ancient race's ancestral land, won't your Elf race's ancestral land come back too? It's the same principle."

It sounds like that, but it just feels like something is wrong.

And at this time, Holy Master Yaochi raised her own question.

"That's true, but how can we ensure that the Ancient race won't return to help?"

Don't let the Ancient race return to help halfway through the fight; that would be hard to deal with.

Although they are not afraid, no normal person would want to do something stupid that increases casualties for no reason.

Facing Holy Master Yaochi's inquiry, Qi Xiong had already thought about it.

"That's simple. Just let the Elf fellow Daoists contain the Ancient race and buy time for us."

Hmm???

The six Elf ancestors, who had barely accepted it, were stunned when they heard this.

You changed your mind temporarily, and now you want us to contain the Ancient race and buy time for you?

For a time, the eyes of the six Elf ancestors changed.

Even the four ancestors leaning on Yun Xiantai and the others sank their faces and looked at the four of them with resentment.

"Husband, you... what do you mean by this?"

"This is tactics, tactics. You don't need to fight the Ancient race hard; you just need to drag them down."

"But... but you didn't say that before."

"Plans don't change as fast as reality."

Fooling, they started fooling again.

Watching Yun Xiantai and the others fooling the four Elf ancestors without blushing or panting, Holy Master Yunluo and the others were used to it.

This Dao One Sacred Land is simply a group of liars who don't blush when they lie.

Whatever they say, it's just out of their mouths. Look at these four Elf ancestors, who were fooled by the brothers until they were stunned and couldn't find north, south, east, or west.

Sure enough, after some fooling, the four Elf ancestors were successfully led into the circle, their eyes becoming gentle again, softly saying.

"Husband, is what you said true?"

"Of course it's true. How could I lie to you? Dear, don't worry. As soon as we take down the Ancient race's ancestral land, we will come to help you. By then, the Ancient race will be a turtle in a jar, a matter of grasping it."

Yun Xiantai said confidently, and the Elf ancestor in his arms nodded sweetly.

"Hmm, I believe everything Husband says."

Good guy, seeing this, Holy Master Yunluo and the others were dumbfounded. There is no salvation; this is really no salvation.

In a few words, their IQ dropped in a straight line. Are these Elf ancestors love-brained? They can believe this?