Ninth Island Circle.

An auspicious cloud is suspended in the sky, supporting several exquisite palace pavilions.

In the middle of a large hall with gold tiles and silver walls and beautiful jade as the base, six old men wearing high crowns and robes with clumsy faces looked at the huge sand table in the middle of the hall with a length and width of three hundred miles.

This sand table is obviously a rare treasure in the outside world, three hundred miles in length and width, the whole body is full of smoke and clouds, with the six old men whispering scolding, the scenes in the nine major islands of the huge Fallen Star Ocean flashed everywhere, the size is arbitrary, and the slenderness can be seen.

The first island circle, which has been almost flattened, doesn't talk about him, and the second island circle doesn't care about him when it's calm.

What is fatal is the core hinterland of the third, fourth, and fifth island circles, and countless legions of the Celestial Clan have emerged at the same time. What's more, in the outer waters of the Sixth Island Circle, the vanguard military force of the Celestial Clan has actually appeared.

"Overnight, just overnight, why not?" an old man with a round of scorching sun in his eyebrows gushing immeasurable bright light roared angrily: "It's ridiculous, it's just unreasonable, it's embarrassing, it's embarrassing!"

An old man with a silver moon inlaid in the center of his eyebrows, and the magnificent moonlight spraying in all directions suddenly grabbed the void, and a scroll broke through the air and was grabbed by him in his hand. He opened the scroll and glanced at it, then suddenly stomped his foot hard.

"The exact news came back. The third island circle, Green Ying Island, actually hides a large teleportation array that leads directly to the first island circle. No one expected that the Celestial Clan would actually follow the teleportation array and go straight to the White Clam Islands. ”

An old man with a seven-colored halo in the center of his eyebrows was rapidly spinning, like a magnificent galaxy, and constantly spewing out countless rays of starlight, exclaimed angrily: "Who is the chief inspector in charge of the third island circle? Is he a dead man?"

The old man with the silver moon in his eyebrows sneered: "The Heavenly Corpse Master of the Ten Thousand Corpses Valley was originally a half-dead thing, but now it is really a dead person. No one even noticed the signs of the fight, in short, the Celestial army suddenly emerged from Green Ying Island, Green Ying Island was slaughtered, the main peak of Green Ying Island disappeared, and the Heavenly Corpse Master fell. ”

Taking a deep breath, the old man waved the scroll in his hand and said coldly: "The Heavenly Corpse Master intends to snipe the Celestial Clan in the White Clam Islands, and is constantly mobilizing resources from the rear to transport the White Clam Islands and erect various defensive arrangements. As a result, there are thousands of ultra-long-distance giant teleportation arrays in operation in the White Clam Islands. ”

The old man with the scorching sun on his eyebrows slapped his hands on the edge of the huge sand table, and the clouds and smoke on the sand table surged, and an instant image of the White Clam Islands immediately appeared - he saw that on the sea surface of the White Clam Islands, more than 100,000 giant teleportation arrays were running at full speed, and the Heavenly Clan Slave Legion was constantly rushing into the teleportation array.

God knows how many troops the Celestial Clan has deployed in the White Clam Islands, in short, the entire White Clam Islands are densely packed with Celestial slave soldiers with teeth and claws, countless flying boats in the sky are suspended in the air, and there are countless Celestial warriors densely packed on the flying boats.

The cold and vicious aura rushed into the sky, and the clouds in the sky turned a rich blood color.

The White Clam Islands are even more stained red with blood!

Not one island, not two islands, but almost all the islands of the entire White Clam archipelago were stained red with blood.

The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, killed.

Those who dare to resist, kill.

Disobedient, kill.

Passive sabotage, kill!

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

They left the obedient and soft bones to serve as slaves, and the young and beautiful ones to play with, and the others were all killed in one night, and the islands were stained red with blood, and the rivers of blood stained the sea.

Countless sea fish and sea monsters happily rushed to the surface of the sea, they frantically devoured the human body and blood discarded in the sea, and many sea monsters ate too much, and when they burped, they would spurt out blood and water.

With the White Clam Islands as the core, dozens of Celestial Clan armies frantically attacked in all directions.

The spiritual forces of the Third Island Circle were taken by surprise, according to their estimates, it would take at least several years for the Celestial Clan's army to arrive, and they hadn't even started attacking the Second Island Circle yet, how could they suddenly appear at their doorstep?

In just one night, hundreds of large and small spiritual forces near the White Clam Islands were swept away.

Countless spiritual cultivators were forcibly organized into slave soldiers, and under the scolding of the Celestial Clan's warlords, they walked into the teleportation array with a blank face—nine out of nine spiritual cultivators really didn't figure out why the Celestial army suddenly appeared at the doorstep, why did they suddenly become slaves of the Celestial Clan?

The Celestial Clan's powerful heritage allowed them to build more than 100,000 giant teleportation arrays overnight!

100,000 giant teleportation arrays, leading to tens of thousands of different destinations in the third, fourth, and fifth island circles.

Countless Celestial Clan armies appeared in various parts of the three island circles almost at the same time, and the spiritual forces that were not on guard at all were overwhelmed and collapsed. But where the Celestial Clan's army appeared, the nearby spiritual forces were almost devastated.

An old man with a green spar inlaid with a green spar in the center of his eyebrows, shaped like a tree with verdant branches and leaves, snorted coldly: "The whole line has been defeated? Hmph! Okay, that's good! In the previous battles, no one from my Three Immortal Sect came forward, and the major forces in the Spirit Realm did their own thing, and they didn't lose so badly!"

The old man sneered: "This time is good, a few of our old immortals are full of interest and personally supervise the battle, and they actually ...... Hehe, if this is spread and that we are all old rubbish, this is really ...... There is a light on the face!"

The old man's fingers with starlight gushing in the center of his eyebrows lightly touched the sand table, and the wind and clouds on the sand table with a length and width of three hundred miles changed, and the scene outside the Broken Dragon Gate of the Windless Canyon was suddenly unobstructed.

"It's not a rout on all fronts, it may be like this in other places, but the Windless Canyon is well guarded!"

In front of the Broken Dragon Gate, Huo Xuan was like a monkey with chili oil on his buttocks, jumping up and down loudly to provoke, and the spear in his hand continued to spew out fire dragons to attack the Broken Dragon Gate.

The auspicious light of the defensive enchantment on the Broken Dragon Gate gushed, and no matter how Huo Xuan attacked, the Broken Dragon Gate just didn't move.

A large group of spirits from the Windless Canyon followed the paths built in the cliffs and mountains on both sides of the waterway, and quickly came to the top of the Broken Dragon Gate. The Broken Dragon Gate, which is dozens of miles wide and thick enough to be a mile, has been densely stockpiled with hundreds of thousands of spiritual elites, and all kinds of powerful large-scale war weapons have been neatly stacked and countless are stacked.

Hearing Huo Xuan's provocative and angry scolding outside the Broken Dragon Gate, the spiritualists on the Broken Dragon Gate just laughed out loud, and even the rude spiritual cultivators shouted their voices to greet Huo Xuan's female ancestors in the past dynasties, and the filth and obscenity of their words were simply unbearable.

Huo Xuan was so angry that he urged the Flame Altar to slam into the Broken Dragon Gate from time to time. However, his cultivation was limited, and the power of the Flame Altar could not be fully exerted at all, and he was dizzy every time he was hit by the force of the shock, but the Broken Dragon Gate was not damaged in the slightest.

The old man with the scorching sun on his eyebrows smiled indifferently: "Windless Canyon? Well, yes, give them an order, no matter what, they are not allowed to fall." No matter what it takes, no matter how many Celestial Clan besiege them, they must hold out. ”