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In this short period of one month, everyone's nerves are in a state of tension.

For no other reason, a month ago, according to the elders who were good at calculus in the gate, this Netherworld army would attack the Biqian Kingdom in a month.

The Netherworld is especially cunning, even if they are good at deduction, they have not reached the specific location of them, and now they can only be led by the nose.

Wherever they attacked, they followed.

The so-called Heavenly Dao, when opening a door, will also close a door, and now although they can't count people's nests, they can calculate the place and time of the Netherworld's attack.

Huangpu Yue was ordered to wait in the Biqian Kingdom, wait for the arrival of the Netherworld, and then counterattack.

There is only one day left after today, and in this month, everyone adjusts everything around them to a good state and waits for the arrival of the great enemy.

Ao Linger also woke up from meditation at this time, she and Huangpu Yue were both the leaders of the army, everything naturally had to be well prepared, and she was 100% energetic to deal with this battle.

Emperor Bi Qian's expression was grim and he discussed with everyone in the audience, this Netherworld Clan's attack could be described as a great enemy for them, a country with a lack of cultivators.

Fortunately, the elders of the sect calculated the exact time of the Netherworld's attack accurately, so that they were stillborn and killed without leaving a piece of armor before they could attack.

Ao Ling'er pinched her fingers and counted the time, only to know that this was to erase the memories of these people to a month ago.

I think the layout of this person is different from the previous one, and I think the layout of this Netherworld will also change.

As Ao Ling'er expected, the method of attack of this Netherworld Clan has indeed changed.

A day later, Ao Linger and Huangpu Yue came to the city gate together.

Xu is realm suppression, these people are like soldiers at the gate of the city, and millions of armies are rushing towards Ao Ling'er's side.

Ao Ling'er had fought against this group of people in the sect before, and of course she knew at this time that this group of people was nothing more than paper tigers, wilting when they hit and had no combat power.

It's just that their momentum is so magnificent, which makes people feel very powerful at a glance.

The visual impact of these millions of sergeants is absolutely barren, and people with dense phobia will never be able to last a round trip.

Ao Ling'er frowned, what kind of race is this Netherworld, this number is simply staggering, and it seems to be endless, you killed this group of people, and there will be the next batch.

Just like kraft candy, you can't shake it off.

Last time on Mozhu Immortal Island, they took the initiative to evacuate, and I really don't know where the bottom line of the number of people in this Netherworld Clan is.

This is an army of millions at every turn, and if you have a bad heart, you must be taken crazy to ensure that you are rectified.

When Ao Ling'er observed, she naturally found that this group of people was not only conscious, but the skin on their faces was not the same as those people she had seen on Mozhu Immortal Island before.

In an instant, the mighty Netherworld arrived at the gate of the city as promised.

At first, Aura thought that the group would have a pre-war meeting, as it had been shown on television.

But the people directly turned their gate into black water in an instant.

Ao Ling'er and Huangpu Yue glanced at each other, and the monk behind them instantly arrived in the enemy's ranks......