Boom!

The void was divided, and the army of 600,000 was divided into three parts, consisting of Wang Shengxia, Swinging Sword Immortal, and Beibing Supreme, the three supreme powerhouses, building a space channel, and directly teleporting the army to the corresponding battlefield continent.

This is an indiscriminate killing, on the side of the earth, no one is merciful!

After all, the spirit world has never been soft on the killing of earthlings.

"Expedition!"

Wang Shengxia is the commander of the whole army on the earth side, and when he gave an order, his voice was mighty, and a huge space force enveloped the army of 600,000!

Swinging Sword Immortal and Arctic Supreme, standing on his left and right, are the deputy generals.

The two of them also shot at the same time, the space teleportation, the structure was completed, the divine light descended, reflecting everyone, and then, the three supremes contributed, and the space channel, as if it had an endless attraction, turned everyone into a streamer and absorbed it all.

The army of 600,000 disappeared.

In the sky above the East King City, the five supreme beings stood in the void, and at this time, in the East King City, only the reserve personnel such as the medicine hall were left, which was a real outpouring of the nest, whether it was the demon world or the earth, they all bet everything on this time.

Wang Shengxia's body was surrounded by terrifying supreme fluctuations, and the other four supremes also had solemn expressions, in this battle, Xu Wei is not allowed to lose!

Otherwise, their earth will be trampled by the spirit world, and under the iron hooves of the spirit world, where can those ordinary people on the earth be able to stop it!

"Let's go."

Wang Shengxia's body was covered with white light, and then, a set of blue exquisite armor appeared on his body, with a red and black cloak, moving with the wind.

His temperament, as if at this moment, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Ruthless and murderous.

The four supremes also changed their outfits in an instant, and they were all in armor.

Supreme, go on the march!

...

Demon Realm.

Emperor Li watched from afar, Emperor Xuan and Emperor Fang, exerting the power of space to teleport the demon army to the battlefield.

Beside him, the Candle Emperor sighed with a sigh in his eyes: "I can't imagine that we can have this opportunity to span hundreds of thousands of years and participate in the war of future generations, which is really embarrassing." ”

Emperor Li's demeanor was calm, and he said lightly: "It is indeed a wonderful fate, but, if you think about it carefully, maybe from the day we were sealed, all this is doomed." ”

"Or, from the moment we were born, the gears of fate have been rotating according to a fixed trajectory, and it is not until this moment that they are docked."

The Candle Emperor was eager to try and said, "My blood is boiling again." ”

"It's the best of times." Di Li looked indifferently at the army that had been teleported away.

Because, in this era, it is really weak.

Supreme, you can be the strongest person in a world.

"But, too, it's the worst of times."

Because, the Supreme can decide the victory or defeat of the war!

Rumble!

The army of the demon world teleported.

"Let's go."

Emperor Xuan turned his head and glanced in the direction of Emperor Li.

Boom!

The space was shattered, the two demon venerables, shattered the void, and went straight to the spirit world!

...

Europe, countless warriors from European countries, are praying and praying in the church, they all know that today will be the day of the start of the great war.

There are many heads of state, even stopping the affairs in hand, standing at the window, looking into the distance, life and death, and watching these days.

The Arctic Ice King, lit up the ice lanterns.

Sending the best wishes, hopes, and the Supreme returned triumphantly with the news of a great victory.

Russia.

The silence of the royal cities was incomparable, and the few warriors who were there prayed from the bottom of their hearts, praying for the favor of the god of victory, hoping that the goddess of luck would be able to protect them.

Old rice.

The royal cities of all parties, even if they are as arrogant as them, know the importance of this day and this battle, and they can't afford to lose!

They also hoped that the army would be victorious and triumphant in the most selfless mood.

All continents, all those who know, are silently contributing their own 'faith'.

Hot summer, center!

Zhou Lao carried a pot of old wine and came to the courtyard that was not open for outsiders.

"Qingsheng." Zhou Lao shouted at the closed courtyard gate.

Bang dang!

The door opened automatically, and inside, the voice of an old man came out.

Wang Shengxia's master, Li Yefeng, who I just met not long ago, is a saint.

The warriors know that there are still remnants of saints on the earth.

However, I don't know who this saint's surname is, only a few people know that this saint was once Chu Ge's subordinate, and at the same time, he was also Chu Ge's brother in life and death.

The two met in the desert.

The two fought in Central Asia.

"When they went, I couldn't calm down, and I came to you for a drink." Zhou Lao Dao.

"People are gone, so why worry."

"When you win, you will come back."

Qingsheng's voice sounded leisurely, like a stereo ring sound, which could be heard in all directions.

"I'm still worried." Zhou Lao smiled bitterly and shook his head, he has stood at the top all his life, and he has dealt with countless tricky things, but there has never been one that can make him feel like this.

Nervous, worried, scared, hopeful.

With his experience and his status, he should not have such complicated feelings.

But, can't stop!

After all, billions of living beings are at stake!

"Come on."

When Zhou Lao heard this, he walked in, and in the room, Qingsheng's face was indifferent, and his old face revealed twilight, as if he might die at any time.

Zhou Lao put the wine on the table, two porcelain bowls, and flew to the table by himself.

Zhou Lao was dumbfounded, and immediately filled the wine himself, in the whole world, who else could let Zhou Lao pour the wine himself?

"You say, will they win?" Zhou Lao directly picked up the bowl and drank it in a big gulp.

"In war, there is no winner." Qingsheng said lightly.

Zhou Lao was silent, indeed, there has never been a winner in war.

There are only those who survive and those who perish.

At this time, a sword light, from outside the sky, an old figure, fell in the courtyard, Qingsheng's brows furrowed slightly, and a terrifying power swept out.

The person who came was Li Tiannan.

However, Qingsheng doesn't seem to be very welcoming.

"Get out."

Qingsheng's eyes were cold, and even a little red, as if Li Tiannan was his enemy of life and death!

Li Tiannan was unmoved, and after landing on the ground, he walked into the room with his sword, and then sat down at the table.

"The war should be almost over, if you win, I don't have anything to worry about, you kill me to vent your anger."

"If I lose, I will die without your help."

"I'm dead, why don't you let me have one last drink with you."

"You deserve it too."

The Qingsheng breath hunted, the wind swept away, and there was a sword gang condensed on the top of Li Tiannan's head, and in an instant, Li Tiannan could be torn to pieces.

As if he didn't feel the sword aura above his head, Li Tiannan took a bowl by himself, then poured it full of wine, raised his hand and saluted: "Unfilial son-in-law Li Tiannan, a glass to my father-in-law!" ”

Zhou Lao was silent, other people's family affairs, where is he qualified to intervene.

Li Tiannan drank it all, and then filled it again.

"This cup, to the deceased Xiaorou."

His wife, Li Yefeng's father, Qingsheng's daughter, Xu Xirou.

It's full again.

"This cup, I and Xiaorou's son, your grandson Li Yefeng!"