However, everyone also took care of Yan Xiaomo's words.

That's right, there are so many people here, and the prophecy of the time is only the same, there are more monks and less porridge, and it is not enough to divide at all.

"At this time, the prophecy is naturally for me Huashan faction." A man laughed and said loudly.

"Why should I give you the Huashan faction, this person is in our hands, and it should belong to our halal faction."

"In terms of strength, our Jurchen sect is the most qualified to get the prophecy of time."

All of a sudden, everyone was talking, and everyone felt that they were the most qualified to get the prophecy of time.

Yan Xiaomo wanted to say that everyone should 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 is Yan Xiaomo's idea, and she will ask the system at most to get another prophecy of time.

"Don't fight, let this kid take out the prophecy of time first, as for who to give it to, it depends on who is better."

As the words of an old man fell, everyone closed their mouths one after another, and their eyes fell on Yan Xiaomo's body again.

"Hand over the prophecy of time."

"You move the knife first, and I'll take out the prophecy of time." Yan Xiaomo's eyes glanced at the knife on her neck, she really didn't dare to move in the face of so many people.

It's no problem to deal with five or six people at a time, but there are at least a few hundred people here, where can she fight with her bare hands?

"I'm telling you, don't try to play any tricks."

The man was cautious.

"Don't worry, I'm sorry for my life."

Yan Xiaomo glanced at the person, and took out the cloth bag behind her for a long time, the system had already put the fake prophecy of time into her bag.

"When the time comes, the prophecy of the time is again." Yan Xiaomo held it in his hand, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the prophecy of time in Yan Xiaomo's hand, with greed in their eyes.

"The prophecy of the hour is mine."

Suddenly, the head of the halal sect flew towards Yan Xiaomo's side and snatched the prophecy of time in Yan Xiaomo's hand.

Yan Xiaomo only felt that a gust of wind in her ears passed by, and the things in her hands were no longer there.

"The old horseman actually swallowed the prophecy of the time alone." Then, the head of the Huashan faction flew towards the halal head.

Seeing this, the other leaders joined the battle one after another, and the disciples of the sect also scuffled together.

Yan Xiaomo sneaked away, looked back at the situation at the time, and couldn't help but shake her head secretly, if these people knew that the prophecy of the time they were fighting for was false, they didn't know how they would feel, they would definitely want to kill her.

In the distance, a black figure took in this scene, and after one last glance, Yan Xiaomo turned around and flew in the direction of the Demon Palace.

The main hall of the Demon Palace is very deserted, countless white curtains cover the people inside, the wind blows, and the air carries a cold and quiet fragrance, like the smell of vanilla.

A black figure appeared out of nowhere, kneeling respectfully on one knee, his voice low and warm.

"Tell the sect master, those martial arts sects are fighting for the prophecy of time thirty miles away, should we send someone to annihilate them in one fell swoop and snatch the prophecy of time?"

"Isn't there any news other than this?"

Obviously, the Demon Sect Leader doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in the prophecy of time and the elimination of the gangs.

Only then did the man in black say: "My subordinates found a young man, he is from the imperial court, and he is coming in the direction of the Demon Palace." ”