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On the fifth day of the seventh month of the twentieth year of Qing'an, in the month of flowing fire, the world's first master "Edgeworth Star Jun" Jun asked the sky to go out!

Within a day of Zhou Luo's exit, the news spread throughout the Central Plains.

Even the Linglong Lou (remnant twenty-eight clans) of the Southern Xinjiang Interracial Alliance, which was founded by the only remaining great wizard of the Black Miao Clan, --- Linglong Lou (the remnant of the twenty-eight clans) in southern Xinjiang, in order to survive in the past three years, due to the continuous sweeping and attacking of the Imperial Sword Chengfeng Pavilion, also got the news for the first time.

Obviously, after getting the news that Zhou Luo, the first person in the world to ask the sky, was out of the customs, none of the major forces in the world was happy.

Even because of Zhou Luo's reappearance, the existing twenty-eight ethnic forces in southern Xinjiang in Linglong Tower couldn't help but feel afraid of war at this time, and even began to have crooked ideas that they had never thought of before.

After all, in the past three years, even though Zhou Luo has been in a state of retreat, under the leadership of Gong Taxue and other core disciples, the Imperial Sword Sect, which has grown to a scale of 30,000, has also swept through the demonic lands of the entire southern Xinjiang, making all the good and evil forces in the world frightened.

Under the tactics of relying on 30,000 disciples to attack the entire southern Xinjiang one after another, Ren is great wizard is superb, and he secretly united many evil forces such as the Ghost King Sect of the Central Plains, but he was still defeated by the 30,000 disciples of the Edgeworth Gate who were not afraid of life and death on the frontal battlefield, and the sphere of influence was constantly reduced and eliminated.

Of course, in order to achieve such brilliant results, in the past three years of tragic battles, there have been more than 10,000 young Imperial Sword Sect disciples who have spilled their blood in the southern frontier, and they have never had the opportunity to leave.

In the past three years of continuous flesh and blood attrition, the Edgeworth Gate and the alien forces in the entire southern Xinjiang have formed a bitter and tangled blood feud.

In such a situation, Linglong Tower, which is the base camp of the alien forces in southern Xinjiang, has obtained the founding patriarch of the Imperial Sword Sect, who deeply hates the alien demons in the world, and the strongest man in the world, the immortal of the world, and the "Imperial Sword Star Monarch" Jun Wentian has already come out.

It is even very likely that he will lead the crowd to come in a few days to conquer the entire southern Xinjiang alien race, and the Black Miao Great Wizard Hei Mu, and the twenty-eight southern Xinjiang forces under his leadership can't help but suddenly have a strong panic and fear.

Under the dark night, beside the blazing bonfire several feet high, twenty-eight leaders of foreign races in southern Xinjiang gathered together under the leadership of Hei Mu, the great wizard of the Black Miao tribe.

As soon as everyone sat down, a sad atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire gathering place, and because no one in the Black Miao Gathering Hall of Nuoda was willing to be the first to speak, the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence for a while.

It was in such a silent and embarrassing atmosphere that countless southern Xinjiang aliens outside the Black Miao Tribe's Gathering Hall came from all directions with special bone knives and swords from all directions, and gathered outside the quiet Gathering Hall, waiting for the final discussion of the great wizards and leaders.

Not all of the alien races in southern Xinjiang outside the Juyi Hall were strong men, but there were also many disabled soldiers with severed limbs and arms, and even some old people, naïve children, and delicate women.

The successive battles with the Imperial Sword Gate in the past three years have already exhausted all the financial resources and resources of the twenty-eight alien races in Southern Xinjiang, and even qualified adult male warriors.

Fortunately, the twenty-eight alien races in Southern Xinjiang, as a half-human and half-demon race with ancient demon blood circulating in their bodies, even some old people in their twilight and ordinary women who do not go to the battlefield have superb combat power far beyond ordinary human races, so even if they are forced to such an extent, they still have the power of a game.

In the Black Miao Gathering Hall, with several hours of continuous quarrels, due to the specific battle plan that could not be determined, countless foreign fighters from southern Xinjiang outside the Gathering Hall began to quarrel chaotically.

Among them are those who grieve the death of their loved ones, those who are determined to avenge the death of their loved ones on the battlefield, and those who want to ask for mercy because they are afraid of war.

In the various forms of southern Xinjiang alien races, at this time, there was countless sadness and desolation faintly circulating in the atmosphere, and countless alien people who had been hurt and severely injured by the three-year continuous war gradually turned into faint sobs after continuous quarrels, and finally, in a short time, countless choked voices sounded everywhere from these strange southern Xinjiang alien races.

Sadness is a common emotion of all intelligent races, and these southern Xinjiang >>

Even though the aliens have strange shapes, half humans and half beasts, they have the ability to grief after all.

It was in such a sad and indignant situation that the vicissitudes of life in the Hei Miao Gathering Hall finally discussed a final result.

That is, war!

Of course, they would not be unaware of the concrete outcome of this final battle, but they were already at a dead end at this point, and there was no other way out.

Under such circumstances, as the leaders of these southern Xinjiang alien races who ascended to the position of leaders by force of individual heroes, out of the last dignity and decency of a brave southern Xinjiang warrior, even if they died, they decided to teach a bloody lesson to the Imperial Sword Gate, which was proud of the world and swept through southern Xinjiang.

They would rather release the beast god who had washed the entire southern Xinjiang with blood hundreds of years ago, rather than wait for death like this.

They were going to bet on a miracle!

Under such circumstances, the Gambling Beast God can still help them change their lives against the sky and defeat the 30,000 disciples of the world's first sect, the Imperial Sword Riding Wind Pavilion, so that the remaining children of the entire southern Xinjiang alien race will not be purged by the Imperial Sword Riding Wind Pavilion, which has a deep blood feud with them.

Therefore, under such a demand, even if they knew that the Beast God was also an extremely dangerous creature full of destruction, they still planned to release it, and release this Beast God who was already at the pinnacle of the human world.

Only in this way would they be able to get a chance to survive under the brutal sweep of the cruel disciples of the Sword Riding Wind Pavilion.

On the tall white bone altar outside the Black Miao Gathering Hall, the twenty-eight leaders of the Southern Xinjiang Alien Race, who had already discussed and finally decided the matter, stood in a circle under the leadership of the gray-haired and rugged Great Wizard at this time.

Although the twenty-eight leaders of the alien races in southern Xinjiang were of different ages, their appearances were also different.

There may be firstborn one-horned people, or those covered with scales, or those with hideous faces and sharp teeth, but at this time, in their eyes, there is only pity and helplessness for the fate of their race, and endless hatred for the bloodthirsty butchers of the first sect of the Central Plains, the Imperial Sword Chengfeng Pavilion.

These twenty-eight alien leaders of southern Xinjiang, under the leadership of the great wizard, first bowed down to a stone witch on the altar with a sad look to show respect; Then he began to count the tens of thousands of disciples of different forms under the altar of Southern Xinjiang in detail the persecution and endless killing of the disciples of the Central Plains Imperial Sword Chengfeng Pavilion against these alien races in the past three years.

It was only after they felt that they had completely aroused the madness and anger in the eyes of the huge number of alien people in the southern region under the altar, and only then did they split their palms one after another under the leadership of the great wizard, dripping their different blood into a huge wine jar at the same time, and swore that they would never retreat half a step in this battle, and swore to fight to the death with the Edgeworth Wind Pavilion until one side was completely destroyed.

And they also let themselves and others release the beast god who harmed the entire world hundreds of years ago, cholera and the entire land of southern Xinjiang, and let it lead themselves and other alien races in southern Xinjiang to fiercely repel the terrifying decision of the sword and wind pavilion, and said it directly without the slightest concealment.

After hearing this earth-shattering news spit out from the mouth of the Great Wizard, the alien races in Southern Xinjiang below, who had gradually become more and more silent in the process of continuous war and hunting for three years, could no longer hide the excitement in their hearts, and kept cheering from their mouths.

In such a tragic atmosphere, even the breeze in the air that quietly blew through the bodies of these densely gathered aliens in southern Xinjiang seemed to gently bring up the sad and desperate gaze in their eyes, and swept away the numbness and loneliness of losing countless relatives and friends in their hearts for three years, leaving only the more and deeper hatred in their hearts.

In such a solemn atmosphere, with a categorical battle word in the mouth of the great wizard on the altar, the final decisive battle between the Imperial Sword Gate and the southern Xinjiang forces that had made a comeback under the leadership of the Beast God opened again on such a light day.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, under the breeze, the silver bell on the stone witch on the altar quietly made a subtle and crisp bell sound, and at the same time, the corner of the stone witch on the altar suddenly crossed a trace of crystal tears.

The first tear fell at the end!

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