However, everyone also took advantage of Yan Xiaomo's words.
Yes, there are so many people here, but the prophecy of the time is only the same, there are too many monks and too little food, and there is simply not enough to share.
"The prophecy at this time was naturally given to me by the Huashan sect."
A man laughed and said loudly.
"Why should I give it to you Huashan sect?
This person is in our hands and should belong to our Muslim sect."
"In terms of strength, our Jurchen sect is the most qualified to obtain the prophecy of time."
For a while, everyone was talking about it, and everyone felt that they were the most qualified to get the prophecy of time.
Yan Xiaomo wanted to stop arguing.
She went to ask the system father for thousands of fake prophecies of time so that everyone could get the prophecy of time.
Of course, this was Yan Xiaomo's idea.
The most she could do was ask the system to get another Prophecy of Time.
"Stop arguing.
Let this kid take out the prophecy of time first.
As for who to give it to, it depends on who has better strength."
As the old man finished speaking, everyone closed their mouths and their eyes fell on Yan Xiaomo again.
"Hurry and hand over the prophecy of time."
"You guys move the knife away first.
I'll just take out the Prophecy of Time."
Yan Xiaomo glanced at the knife on her neck.
She really didn't dare to move in front of so many people.
It's no problem to deal with five or six people at once, but there are at least hundreds of people here.
How can she defeat them with bare hands?
"I'm telling you, don't try to play any tricks."
The man was very cautious.
"Don't worry, I cherish my life."
Yan Xiaomo rolled her eyes at the man and took out the cloth bag at the back for a long time.
The system had already put the fake prophecy of time into her bag.
"Dang Dang, the prophecy of time is again."
Yan Xiaomo held it in his hand.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the prophecy of time in Yan Xiaomo's hand, with greed in their eyes.
"The Prophecy of Time is mine."
Suddenly, the leader of the Muslim sect flew towards Yan Xiaomo and snatched the Prophecy of Time from Yan Xiaomo's hand.
Yan Xiaomo felt a gust of wind in her ears and the thing in her hand was no longer there.
"The old man actually swallowed the prophecy of time."
Then, the leader of Huashan Sect flew towards the leader of Qingzhen.
Seeing this, the other sect leaders joined in the fight one after another, and the disciples also struggled together.
Yan Xiaomo sneaked away, looked back at the situation, and couldn't help shaking her head secretly.
If these people knew that the prophecy of time they were fighting for was false, I wonder how they would feel.
They would definitely want to kill her.
In the distance, a black figure took in the whole scene.
After one last glance at Yan Xiaomo, he turned around and flew towards the Demon Palace.
The main hall of the Demon Palace was very deserted, with countless white curtains covering the people inside.
The wind blew over, and there was a cold and quiet fragrance in the air, like the smell of vanilla, which made people obsessed.
A black figure appeared from nowhere, kneeling on one knee respectfully, his voice was low and without warmth.
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"Tell the leader, those martial arts sects are fighting thirty miles away for the prophecy of time.
Should we send people to annihilate them in one fell swoop and snatch the prophecy of time?"
"Is there no other news besides this?"
Obviously, the leader of the Demon Cult does not seem to have the slightest interest in the prophecy of time and the elimination of Jianghu gangs.
The man in black said: "My subordinates found a young man.
He is from the imperial court, and he is coming towards the direction of the Demon Palace." oshow7: