The sky was dark, and it seemed that it would not be long before heavy rain would fall, and many people could feel that oppressive feeling when they looked at the sky overhead, and the black clouds were like huge stones, blocking their hearts.

I can't remember how many times this was the first time, and the three clans pounced and bit like mad dogs, leaving them bruised all over their bodies.

The war was fought hard, and it can even be said that it was numb.

The city roll, which had not been broken for tens of thousands of years, was finally broken, and huge holes appeared, followed by countless monk impacts.

Even if they are all killed, they will still die.

Fortunately, this is a national war, a battle of national fortune of the gods, so even if the three clans increase their troops several times, they are still deeply pressed outside the city pass, as for those who rushed to the city pass, the people of the three tribes were all killed, without exception, groups of people hung on the city pass, flashing fire at night, and the forest was terrifying!

Kikina spat out a mouthful of blood foam, which contained some fragments of internal organs, as well as dense tiny insects, which were shocking, and his eyes were tired, but there was indifference in the depths of his gaze, as if he was ignoring life and death.

Kikina's half arm had a sword mark that went deep into the bone marrow and never recovered.

The breath of the monk of the divine realm remained in it, and this was still the spread of unconscious attacks, and Kikina saw a monk of the same realm being chopped into mud, the scene was rough and simple, which was unacceptable.

A blood-colored gourd beside him swallowed the sword, and there were remnant souls condensing, and they all fell into the gourd.

Mu Ming opened his mouth and inhaled, and the billowing blood-colored mist flashed from the surface of the gourd, and all of them were swallowed and eaten by Mu Ming.

The center of the wood is already called the center, and a small vortex is formed, absorbing the free energy, and all the essence flies in to make up for the previous consumption.

An hour later, Mu Ming poured out turbidity, and a mouthful of black blood also spit out, and his complexion suddenly looked a lot better.

Mu Ming exuded cultivation, and a wisp of Dan fire condensed in the palm of his hand, but it completely lost its former color and turned into a bewitching blood red, like a wisp of spiritual blood.

This Danhuo has absorbed the vitality of too many living beings, and it has become no longer so pure, and countless blood-colored silk threads have been wrapped around the soul of Mu Ming, which has bound Mu Ming's Yuan Shen, like a cocoon shell.

Kinawa doesn't know what will become of it in the future, but now it has to be.

Not only him, but many people here have become different from before, some people have some headless corpses around them, they use special secret techniques to absorb the power of those corpses, and their own injuries are constantly recovering, as for the corpses, they are gradually withering, as if they have been placed for a long time, they are constantly withering, and some have even become a pair of powder.

Cult!

It's just that at this time, no one cares, some evil cultivators have joined the war, and their secret skills have been spread because of this, and even some children of the big clans, they are also allowed to use this strange power, even if this power brings too many drawbacks, many people have gone mad, because there is a remnant soul will in those flesh and blood, which will make some weak-willed people become neither human nor ghost.

Not far away, a person gasped for breath, holding his head in pain, beads of sweat rolled down his face, but his eyes were blank, the black fog outside his body seemed to be in a kind of illusion, and beside him were more than a dozen skinny corpses, his breath became high and low, so after a long time, his breath calmed down, but the whole person was also paralyzed there, motionless, as if dead.

This is the situation on the side of the imperial capital, not because of the joy after guarding the city pass, nor because of the lament after the three clans broke through, most of the people were silent, their expressions were almost the same, and they were terrifyingly calm, like a hungry wolf who had experienced a fight one after another, and was silently recovering his strength at this time.

The same is true of the three clans, some of the injured war pets were directly slaughtered, brutally devoured by other fierce beasts, constantly torn apart, it seems that this place is even more cruel, and the weak seem to be eliminated.

Some of the captives were sacrificed, mystical powers fell to help them recover from their injuries, and soon they would be called up again to attack again.

Far behind them, there were void passages constructed, and countless figures shuttled in, which were reinforcements, rushing from other places, and every time someone came, it meant that the land of another country had fallen an inch.

"It is worthy of the Divine Landing Country, that is, the three countries behind the Daotian Pavilion have all been struggling to support, but here, let us suffer a lot, and even the Emperor Pass is still standing there, let me wait and stop here!"

Another human: "Come on, wait a little longer, there will be a chance......"

It's just that no one knows how long it will take, maybe just a few days, maybe months, it's just ...... And at what cost?

Time passed day by day, and the laymen and monks in the imperial capital felt that the sky had changed, there were more and more dark clouds, and the smell of blood suddenly appeared in the air.

And there are fewer and fewer monks sent to Diguan, because there are almost not many monks to send.

Some people calculate that these days, nearly 10 million monks have left, and in addition, there are also monks who are hiding from the world, because the war has made too many people feel uneasy, like an earthquake, shaking out those snakes, insects, rats and ants hidden in the ground.

In fact, both the court and the mountains and forests are watching the war ahead.

"I hate it, why am I not a monk!"

"Yes, the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible, even if we mortals have hearts, but they are powerless, the endless distance is that we can't reach it in our lifetime, how can I do it?"

......

At this time, the layman and the monk are one, one is prosperous, one is lost, there is no need to cover up, God is in a country inherited from the Warring States, whether it is the ordinary or the monk's bloodline is not afraid of war, of course, also longing for peace.

The sea of clouds above the imperial capital became more and more intense, and one of the huge sword tires was brewing, and it seemed that it could be attacked at any time.

Among the six departments of the court, the household department and the military department were the busiest at this time, and the daily mobilization of troops and grain and grass were the focus of the court's attention, while the ministry was responsible for reassuring the people and clearing the chaos, so that the streets and alleys in the imperial capital were the same as usual, and they did not become chaotic because of the arrival of the war, and the people's hearts fluctuated.

The emperors of the eight imperial families and the Xuanyuan clan gathered together and began to condense a large array, and countless clansmen followed behind them, exuding a terrifying aura, and a majestic figure could be vaguely seen sitting on the array, one hand reaching into the sea of luck clouds, as if to pull out the giant sword, and arms gradually grew on both sides of his body, and with each additional arm, one of the emperors of the eight clans disappeared.

Finally, an eight-armed god appeared, each holding a weapon in his hand, representing the power of the eight clans, and the head was wearing an imperial crown and three eyes, looking at the emperor pass in the distance, as if everything was in full view.

Finally, one day, when the autumn wind blew, a loud bang came from the Emperor Pass, and then a wail spread through the hearts of all the monks of the Divine Realm.

Emperor Pass, the city is broken!