Leng Jian and Lie Yang looked at the prince of the underworld, although their faces were very calm, but the two of them were still secretly vigilant in their hearts, their intuition told them that this person was not simple!

So a battle between the human race and the blood race was directly transferred to the underworld, but then it was still very calm, at least for a while.

In this short period of time, people from many forces have come, but none of them dare to stand side by side with several holy lands and blood clans, underworld clans, corpse clans and others, even the two major dynasties of the semi-holy land, their positions are all some gaps in the holy lands,

Those who came from the scattered cultivators and the major forces were all far away, so there was a clear division on the field.

Sixteen first-level forces, such as the Qingfeng Gate and Ling Jue Pavilion in the Eastern Continent, the Dao Sect and the Ghost Sect in the Western Wilderness, the Undefeated Sword Sect and the Sword Gate in Middle Earth, and the various forces in the Southern Regions all gathered on the side of the plain.

Oh!

Suddenly, a dragon roar came, the voice was high, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and then the people on the vast plain saw a huge green dragon coming in the wind, the dragon horns flashed with a cold cold light, and the dragon scales on the body were even more cyan light.

This dragon chant seemed to ignite a calm atmosphere, and a huge roar came from the sky again, and four spirit boats slowly flew in with a huge momentum, and the number of people on these three spirit boats was not much, only a dozen.

But it was the momentum exuded by these dozen disciples that made all the people, even the Blood Clan's Blood Abyss, the Prince of the Hades Clan, and the corpse of the Corpse Clan a little dignified.

These people are the disciples of Cangyun Palace, Thunder Palace, and Heaven Breaking Palace, but there is no Wang Lin among these people, at this time, Wang Lin is drinking and chatting with Shen Yumei, Sun Shang, and Chang Wuge in the spirit boat, as if the outside affairs have nothing to do with them.

"Brother Lin, don't you want to go out and deter those outsiders?" Sun Shang picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips and slurped it, and then said softly.

Wang Lin smiled flatly, and said, "Don't worry, those senior brothers are enough to calm the town, besides, wouldn't it be better for us to be secretive." ”

Chang Wuge was still so irritable, "What's hidden? According to me, let's go out together and see which of those people dares to do it?"

Chang Wuge said that this was not a lie, he and Sun Shang also broke through the king rank, the two great avenues were kings, plus the power of the holy body and the spirit body, although they were not as good as Wang Lin, they were definitely powerful figures.

Shen Yumei sat beside Wang Lin obediently, adding wine to him, and did not say a word from beginning to end.

When Sun Shang heard Chang Wuge's words, he chuckled and said, "You are still so irritable, what's good about going out now, it will only expose us in advance, so that those people can unite against us." ”

"Ugh"

Chang Wuge heard Sun Shang's words, he was a little dumbfounded, he didn't think about it so much, but now when he heard Sun Shang say this, he suddenly understood a little, the three of them are strong, but if those races are united, even they have to finish playing.

Chang Wuge drank the cloth in the wine glass in one gulp, and said in a sullen voice: "It's really troublesome, no matter, anyway, if someone dares to provoke me, I will kill him directly." ”

"Hehe" Wang Lin and Sun Shang glanced at each other, they thought the same as Chang Wuge, if someone dared to provoke the door, then you don't have to be polite.

Outside of the Lingzhou, the prince of the underworld clan stared closely at the disciples of the three holy places such as the Cangyun Palace, he got the news that the human race had a holy body, but he didn't know which force it was in, but he should have budgeted it in the holy land, but he carefully observed the six holy places and the two imperial dynasties that came, and there was nothing he wanted to see among those disciples.

The prince of the underworld secretly frowned: "Is there no holy body appearing? It should be hidden behind it, hmph, there will always be a chance to meet it." ”

He didn't believe that the so-called Holy Spirits would not come, and he knew that there was a lot of opportunity in the Firmament Battlefield, and it was impossible for them to be absent from such a good thing.

The Blood Clan's Blood Abyss played with her slender fingers like a woman, and her red eyes looked at the Holy Land disciple of the Human Race and said, "You are planning to go in with such a small number of people, and the six Holy Lands add up to only about seventy." ”

A man in black in the Thunder Hall said coldly: "We don't want to bully you, but I think these people are enough to deal with you." ”

This man in black is the senior brother of the Thunder Palace, Lei Wangchao, he is as famous as Liu Wujian of the Cangyun Hall and Feng Xiangru of the Breaking Heaven Palace, and he is also a famous person.

Xueyuan glanced at the prince of the underworld, licked his lips and said with a smile: "I don't know what the result will be if all of you people die inside, killing you geniuses, this son likes to do it the most." ”

"You can try. Liu Wujian's pupils reflected the black destruction sword intent, and he said coldly.

The atmosphere on both sides suddenly froze, and the people of the Blood Clan, the Hades Clan, and the Corpse Clan all looked at the Terran disciples indifferently, and they didn't take the Terran race, which ranked tenth in the hundred races, in their eyes, even if the Terran was out of the Holy Body now.

There is a rule within the hundred tribes, 'One generation is in charge of one generation, and the older generation is not allowed to interfere.' And there are too few amazing people in the younger generation of the human race, it can be said that there are almost none, the Holy Communion is strong, but there are more strong people of other races.

Therefore, in this way, the lack of reserve strength of the Terran race, supported by the older generation, naturally became the object of ridicule and indifference of other races.

Liu Wujian led the disciples of the Cangyun Palace, Feng Xiangru led the disciples of the Broken Heaven Palace, Lei Wangchao led the disciples of the Thunder Palace, and the disciples of the three holy lands released a huge amount of coercion and pressed towards the blood clan.

At the same time, the disciples of the Blood God Sect, the disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect, and the disciples of the Sea Star Sect exuded coercion and looked at the Hades Clan, and the cold sword and the Burning Sun of the two dynasties were also vigilant against the Corpse Clan.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds roared, the six holy lands, the two major dynasties, and nearly ninety disciples all emitted a monstrous momentum, and the spiritual power around them was surging.

The people of the blood clan, the underworld, and the corpse clan were not to be outdone, and the three clans had a total of about 300 people, greatly surpassing the human race in terms of numbers, and the momentum was even greater, and the originally dominant human race was pressed back in an instant.

The prince of the underworld, the blood abyss, and the corpse did not make a move, and looked at the Terran disciple with a mocking expression.

The momentum of the two sides was like dragons, and the bright spiritual power light shot straight into the sky, although they did not fight, but the scene of the momentum competition was even more shocking.

There was a crisp sound in the clear sky, the air burst, and the howling wind spread around, and the momentum of the frenzy was like a stormy wave, tumbling endlessly.

The wild sand swept the earth, the dust and mist were filled, and the other sects were okay, with the guards of the masters in the sect, but the scattered cultivators around them suffered, and they couldn't bear such a great majesty at all, and they staggered back one by one with shocked faces, avoiding it far away.

Retreating to a distance of hundreds of miles from here, they all looked at the two imposing dragons that were constantly colliding with pale faces, were they really king-level monks?

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