The night passed, the bright moon on the dome was no more, and the sun was shining in the sky.

The entire barren continent was silent, but this silence was full of treachery. Many meticulous monks noticed that all the monks of Moyun Palace had already returned to the sect. Except for the far north, there is no gray-robed figure to be seen. It was the scorching summer season, but the cold wind in the far north swept southward, and thousands of miles south of the high mountain were covered with ice and snow.

In the deserted city, even if the sun is shining, there is still an extremely cold wind blowing.

In the lobby of the Qin family, Wang Anxu couldn't help but shudder, and cursed: "How can there be a biting cold wind at this time, it's too weird!"

At this time, there was already a sound of gentle footsteps outside the hall, and Jiuyou Qin'er walked into the hall with Qin Hao's arm in her hand, "There is still one month left, I'm afraid that the offensive of Moyun Palace is about to start!"

Wang Anxu, Chen Zixiao, Wang Hanxu and Kun Xu followed the prestige. The young man who had been in retreat for three months was actually out of the customs, and the skin under the white robe seemed to have become more refined, although the aura was restrained and did not show the slightest hint, but they all had a trace of intuition, and Qin Hao's cultivation was another leap forward.

"Enlightened to become an immortal and stepped into the Jindan realm?" Chen Zixiao looked at the young man who was light and breezy, and couldn't help asking.

Qin Hao smiled faintly and waved his hand, "How can the Jindan Realm be so easy?"

That's nine hundred gold pills!

Even Qin Hao himself didn't know when he would really enter the Jindan realm, but he didn't get any benefits.

In his dantian, the three hundred milky white immortal fruits seemed to have disappeared, and he, Qin Hao, could still feel the existence of the immortal fruits, but he couldn't see them. The immortal fruit condensed by the three hundred immortal source qi had already been transformed into the fruit of nothingness, so it was in such a state.

Invisible but tangible!

Qin Hao's eyes swept over everyone one by one, his expression was calm, and his thin lips moved lightly, "Haven't you wasted your time in the past three months?"

Immediately, Wang Anxu already laughed out loud, "A few of us can also enter the middle stage of the Ning Dan Realm, and Brother Chen is better, and he has already advanced to the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm." ”

"Even if you step into the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm, it's not that you haven't found a way to cultivate immortals that suits you. Chen Zixiao had a smile on his face, but his eyes were a little gloomy.

Qin Hao never spoke, and if he found the way to cultivate immortals, he also had to comprehend the pattern of the immortal path, and depict the immortal pattern in the dantian to form a golden pill.

What's more, Chen Zixiao is still at the starting point, and he is still crawling on the road of exploration.

For the rest of the day, a few people talked freely in this hall, full of peace.

......

In the northernmost part of the barren continent, on the high mountains that towered into the clouds, it seemed that the ice and snow had stagnated.

There was a large hall among them, and at this moment, there were eighty gray-robed old men standing respectfully in the main hall, all of them to meet the men on the main seat of the main hall.

"Get up!"

After the flat voice sounded in the main hall, the old men slowly got up, their eyes respectful, but no one dared to raise their eyes to look at the man on the main seat.

"Palace Master, except for the people who have fallen, all the people from Moyun Palace have returned to the palace gate. An old man at the head clenched his fists and spoke, and his afterglow swept slightly towards the man in the seat.

Yun's expression was indifferent, his light robe fluttered in this cold wind and snow mountain, and his voice was indifferent, "Rectify the monks who surrender to the palace gate, and then launch an attack!"

The voice was so cold, although many of the old men did not approve, but when they saw the blood diffused in the darkness in the distance, their hearts couldn't help but tremble, who dared to say a word?

The only way to obey is to obey your life!

Then, one by one, the old men bowed down and withdrew from the main hall, leaving the clouds alone to sit in Qizheng

When all the elders had withdrawn from the main hall, Yun only came out of the darkness, his face was already bloodless, and his eyes became extremely strange, stepping into the Yin and Yang realm, he had a lifespan of five thousand years, but his skin was completely like an old man, his skin was loose and wrinkled, and he was wrapped in a gray robe, but it was difficult to hide his skinny bones. Especially the face in the hazy light, there was no flesh on the face, only the folded skin wrapped around the skull.

Who could have imagined that a true immortal of the Yin God Realm would look like this?

This is simply unbelievable, even if it is a monk of the Golden Pill Realm, Shou Yuan will not be like this.

But in fact, the clouds are what they are now, and those empty eyes seem to look through the vast mountains, through the wind and snow, looking at the entire barren continent.

"There is still one month and seven days, if you don't surrender, let me extract all your three souls!" he spoke, his voice so treacherous, "It's surrender...... I can't escape the devastation of the Soul Eater Pill!"

Outside the main hall, the eighty Jindan Realm elders had solemn faces.

"Do you really want to fight against the entire Wasteland?"

"This battle will never be so easy!"

"How can we be, how can we violate the palace master's will?"

Although they are a little unwilling, even if the crusade against the entire Wasteland is in sight, their losses will never be.

Just like them, how could the orders of the Yin God Realm True Immortals be something that they, the Jindan Realm Immortals, could disobey?

Are there still fewer of them dead?

Someone sighed lightly, "Today's Wasteland is already the palace master alone!"

"Then let's fight!"

The sound fell, and the eighty golden pill realm immortals swept towards the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, there were already many monks, and they were like dark clouds, and at a glance, there were gray robes under the vastness.

"All the disciples listen to the order!"

"There is only one month left before my Moyun Palace starts a war with the clans of the Wasteland Continent, and I am ready to fight!"

There were Jindan Realm elders standing in the air, staring at the many monks in front of him, and the voice in his mouth swept in all directions.

"All the troops are attacking!"

The vast gray robe is mighty.

At a glance, there are no less than 100,000!

On the dome, one after another immortal boats crossed the sky, and there were immortal immortals in the Jindan realm who injected immortal power, driving the immortal boats to cut through the sky and disappear. On the ground, there were also gray robes moving, led by the Jindan Realm Immortals, and the immortal power was like a fairy rainbow, sweeping away in all directions.

Under such a mighty situation, which force can resist it? How many monks are there in the entire Wasteland?

However, their speed is not fast, and there is still more than a month to go, which is enough for them to go all over the wasteland.

At this time, there was only one person left in the entire Moyun Mountain, and the treacherous figure stepped on the void, standing between the ground, looking at the male lion crossing the river from afar.

His lips trembled slightly, "With the life of millions of living beings on a continent, with their three souls, they should be able to reforge my three souls!"