The Gu Sect refined the eight Spirit Void Realm powers who had taken refuge under the door into human Gu.

If it weren't for Leng Yuheng and another Spirit Void Realm powerhouse being rescued by Nie Qianrou and Xue Qianqian, there would be ten more Spirit Void Realm people Gu in the Gu Gate.

As soon as this news came out, the entire cultivation world was in an uproar.

The reason why the Demon King's Palace, the Avenger Alliance, and the Gu Gate are called evil lands, in addition to the difference in cultivation methods, the other most important reason is the way they treat the cultivators themselves, cruel, ruthless, inhumane, these words are synonymous with the three evil places, or in a more popular word, they don't treat people as human beings.

The power of the Spirit Void Realm is already a strong person standing at the top of the cultivation pyramid, and he has spent a huge amount of cultivation resources, this kind of person is the most likely to cross the tribulation and ascend to the immortal, and after becoming an immortal, he will be able to shelter the water and soil in some ways and feed back the micro realm.

It's a cyclical process.

Although the power of the Spirit Void Realm will also be consumed in the war between the sects or personal grievances, it is also an unavoidable thing, and now, the Gu Sect has refined the eight Spirit Void Realm powers into human Gu, wasting countless cultivation resources out of thin air, not to mention, and blocking the process of repetition in life, which is tantamount to touching the bottom line of all cultivators.

As a result, the voices of condemnation continued to sound, and countless cultivators spontaneously gathered and joined the team to conquer the Gu Sect.

At the same time, with the help of the Kendo Sect and the Four Holy Lands, more and more cultivators joined in, and a raging anger ignited in the land of the Shiwei Realm, and there was a tendency of wildfire to burn the plains.

When these anger finally converge and turn into war, it is bound to burn the territory of the Gu Gate to a scorched earth.

Those cultivators who were about to defect to the Gu Gate dispelled their thoughts one after another, and the defectors who were on the way also quickly changed their direction, and there was even news that many people were trying to escape from the Gu Gate every day.

On top of the ruins of the main hall of the Gu Gate, an even grander and more luxurious building rose from the ground.

There are thirty-six islands and seventy-two caves in the Gu Gate, and now the island owner has a total of one hundred and eight people, all of whom are present, standing respectfully in front of the new hall.

Behind them, there were thousands of Gu Sect elites, and then there were tens of thousands of Gu Sect cultivators, a group of people who were black and oppressive, silent in this wind, even if most of them were women, they did not have the slightest sense of weakness, but were murderous.

Venerable White Lotus stood on the steps in front of the new hall, looked at this elite master, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Today is the day of the completion of the new hall, and it is also the time when the elite division of my Gu Sect is opened, the combined forces of the Sword Dao Sect and the Four Holy Lands are already assembling towards the new city, and in the territory of my Gu Gate, there are countless sisters and brothers who have been brutally killed, they claim to be righteous, but they can't tolerate our generation of cultivators, what should we do?!"

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing rang out, echoing through the square, deafening.

The White Lotus Venerable's face showed a flush of excitement, and he roared, "Kill to the Shiwei Realm!"

Tens of thousands of people waved their arms and shouted in unison: "Kill to the Realm of Decline!"

The sound seemed to break through the clouds and reach the nine heavens.

In the midst of the shouts of killing, Venerable White Lotus turned around and looked at the white clothes above the new hall, the beautiful face behind the half of the mask, still without any expression.

Bai Xiaobai stood on top of the new hall, looking at the Gu Sect cultivators who were screaming from the mountains below, like a king reviewing the army she was about to go on.

The moment these people set out, after the Battle of Hangu Pass, the flames of war would rekindle in the land of the Shiwei Realm.

And at this moment, in the Far East Demon Domain, on top of the Eight Hundred Miles of Qingyuan, countless Sword Dao Sect cultivators stationed in the Demon Domain had already gathered on the border of Qingyuan.

This black crowd of people spread along the undulating grassland to the end of the field of vision.

On the other side of the distance of 100 zhang, there are more than 2,000 wolf knights in the 800-mile Qingyuan, and the autumn wind blows, bringing the wolf smell that makes people want to vomit, and at the same time, it also brings the breath of war.

Both sides of the confrontation are ready for battle.

Since the Battle of Hangu Pass, the Shiwei Realm Coalition led by the Kendo Sect has captured the Demon King's Palace, and has broken the resistance of the entire Demon Domain with a momentum like a bamboo. Thousands or even tens of thousands of years of fighting and killing, the hatred accumulated by the two sides is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, even if there are powerful cultivators and cruel means to suppress it, the resistance of the Demon Domain has not stopped, people die every day, and blood flows in every land.

If it weren't for the King of Wannu and the others, they wouldn't know that there would be a little more blood and white bones in this barren land.

The Qing family, the lord of the Eight Hundred Miles Green Plains, was originally the number one clan in the Demon Domain, and when it raised the banner of rebellion, the countless rebels began to gather under its command.

To this day, the sporadic battles in the rest of the world have basically been extinguished by the Shiwei Realm, and all that remains is the Eight Hundred Miles of Qingyuan where tens of thousands of rebellious cultivators in the Demon Domain are concentrated.

All the power, all the hatred, is condensed in this grassland.

It's like two fists that have been accumulating for a long time, about to collide together on this autumn grassland.

The sense of slaughter and oppression on the battlefield is breathless.

The cultivators of the Sword Dao Sect slowly clenched the long swords in their hands, and behind them, more cultivators from the other four holy lands were also rushing here.

This is the last battle that will decide the fate of the Demon Domain.

Yiye Doll lay on Yun Mo's shoulder: "Eldest Prince, what are you going to do about Mengjing?"

Yun Mo: "I know, I will go to the Sea of Innocence as soon as possible. You have the feeling of an ancestral leaf with her, and if something happens to her, you will let me know as soon as possible. ”

"Hello, okay!"

Prairie, vast!

Many people are destined to die here, and they are destined to be dyed red by the blood of countless people.

The rain was still falling, and tens of thousands of people were silently facing each other on the muddy grass.

In the midst of the rain, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded, but it was not autumn thunder, but a war drum set up on a giant car.

Boom!

Another war drum sounded.

Knock knock knock!

The majestic drummers, wielding huge drum hammers, smashed on the tight drum surface made of animal skins, splashing countless water, their muscles were full of strength and fury, and their rough faces were full of murderous intent.

This was the last mobilization before the war.

Woohoo!

Thousands of war wolves let out a dull roar, and this roar gradually became high, and one by one, the war wolves, stretched their necks, and began to let out angry and bloodthirsty wolf howls against the gloomy sky and cold autumn rain.

The war horses and spirit beast mounts of those cavalry who were hundreds of zhang away, because of fear, subconsciously wanted to retreat, but they were tightly controlled by the knights on their backs.

All were waiting for the order to make a final charge.

The killing intent of the two parties has been as good as the substance.

However, at this moment, a person slowly walked out of the camp of the Kendo Sect.

The surrounding Kendo Sect cultivators looked over in some surprise, but no one spoke out to stop them, and no one had the qualifications to stop them.

Because this young man who came out of the crowd was the plenipotentiary agent of the Kendo Sect in the Demon Domain.

The countless sword cultivators present must be at his disposal alone.

This person is very young, wearing an unpretentious cyan robe, his hair is tied back of his head, and the whole person gives people a suave and elegant feeling.

Wen Yuan stepped on the mud like this, under the gaze of countless people on both sides, in the sound of war drums and wolf howls, in this cold autumn rain, he stepped on the territory of the eight-hundred-mile Qingyuan.

The hearts of countless sword cultivators of the Sword Dao Sect were tightly raised to their throats, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword also increased their strength, as long as the other party made the slightest movement, they would not hesitate to rush forward to protect the safety of that young man.

Wen Yuan crossed the distance of 100 zhang and came to the front of the Qingyuan camp, there was still no emotion in his eyes, and he walked straight forward.

In front of him were thousands of wolf knights who had shone in the Battle of Hangu Pass and the subsequent rebellion wars.

But he still didn't change his face, and even walked over as if no one was there.