Boom!

A secret place far away from the world, a violent ripple suddenly rippled in the sky, and under the sound of the morning bell and dusk drum, this sky was instantly filled with an energy storm, here, it was one of the top forces in the Eastern World, the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan.

A black and oppressive figure was scattered all over the sky, and the lineup of thousands of people covered the sunlight in the sky, and the energy storm spread, and the sky was already dark.

With the arrival of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the army of the Ancient Fantasy Divine Clan, the peaceful Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was no longer calm, and there was not too much nonsense with the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, and the two sides started a fierce battle here, because they had already received the news that the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy Divine Clan were going to attack the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, this time the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was also prepared, this kind of sudden attack, but it did not cause much damage to the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan for the time being, but with the lineup of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy Divine Clan, it was a matter of time before the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan fell in this way.

Twenty-three Martial Saints are not counting Teng Baichuan and Ancient Wind City, more than 100 Martial Saints, more than 700 Martial Emperors, nearly 2,000 Martial Emperors, such a terrifying lineup is no longer just a top force can easily resist, plus the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was hit hard many years ago, and the overall strength has not recovered until now, even the ancestral soul has dissipated in that battle, therefore, if they want to block the joint attack of the two armies of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan, it is impossible at all, the only hope is that in this battle, the Eastern Spirit God Clan will not be wiped out。

For these top powers, as long as the roots are still there, there will be a day of revival.

A deafening explosion was particularly clear in the battlefield, and as a storm of energy dispersed like a tidal wave, the two figures were also shocked backwards at the same time.

"Hahahaha!Ling Zhantian, I didn't expect it! I didn't expect Lao Tzu to kill you Dongling Divine Clan today!" The figure paused in mid-air, and Teng Baichuan, the master of the Ethereal Holy Mansion, looked up to the sky and laughed twice, decades ago, the Ethereal Holy Mansion attacked the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan once, and the last time it was unsuccessful, but this time, it was to completely wipe out the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan.

On the opposite side of Teng Baichuan, it was the patriarch of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, Ling Zhantian, Ling Zhantian's face was cold, the former Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was the strongest force in the Eastern World, and even the Spiritual Divine Clan was a line away from it, and the Ethereal Holy Mansion was not the opponent of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan at all, but because of the premeditated and carefully planned battle of the Ethereal Holy Mansion decades ago, it led to a great injury to the vitality of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, if it weren't for the fact that the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan had a not weak background, it would probably have been wiped out by the Ethereal Holy Mansion in the last war, and even if the Ethereal Holy Mansion was finally repelled, the Eastern Spirit Divine Mansion was also hit like never before, and even the ancestral soul of the Protoss had dissipated。

"Teng Baichuan, do you really think that you birdmen can take my Dongling Divine Clan? Ling Zhantian sneered, having said that, he knew in his heart that this time it was definitely more auspicious, and an ethereal holy mansion would be more troublesome to deal with, and now there was another Ancient Fantasy God Clan, and the other party's lineup could be said to be completely above his Eastern Spirit God Clan.

"Heh, the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan a hundred years ago may still be qualified to say that, but now, you Ling Zhantian only has the share of being a prisoner. Teng Baichuan stared at Ling Zhantian fiercely, with undisguised arrogance in his tone, indeed, under this kind of lineup, he didn't have to be afraid of anything about the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, the current Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was just struggling to the death, and it was only a matter of time before the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan was destroyed.

The cold words fell, Teng Baichuan didn't talk nonsense with Ling Zhantian anymore, with a wave of his arms, a storm of energy blasted towards Ling Zhantian again.

Teng Baichuan and Ling Zhantian have the same personal strength, both of them are at the level of a fifth-order martial saint, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the defeat when the two of them move, life and death, it depends on who will make such a small mistake in their hands.

Ling Zhantian here is blocking Teng Baichuan, and the great elder of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan over there is also stopping the Ancient Wind City, in the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, in addition to Ling Zhantian, only the Great Elder is the strongest, the level of the fifth-order martial saint, here only he can barely stop the ancient wind city, although the two bigwigs are entangled, but in other places, the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan is quite different from the two major forces, the ancient fantasy divine clan and the Ethereal Holy Mansion have joined forces with twenty-three other martial saints, while the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, but there are only eight martial saints, the gap between this is obvious, if it weren't for the great battle Ling Zhantian handled properly decades ago, I am afraid that there will not even be eight martial saints left today。

In the distance, a figure dressed in a pale green dress stepped into the void, holding a flaming sword, and as the galaxy-like sword slashed down, a flame spread like a sea of fire, and the blazing flames burned the space into distortions.

Her face was slightly cold, and there was a stubborn look of a girl in her eyes, even if she knew that she was not the opponent of the other party, but she still did not back down in the face of the opponent, and the perseverance of her face made her stop the opponent to the death, and did not let the opponent hurt the other clansmen behind her.

The woman who stood faintly like a green lotus in the endless sea of fire was the holy daughter of the Eastern Spirit Divine Clan, Yanxi.

At this time, Yanxi is still so beautiful and moving, just like the soul phantom in the original colorful divine stone, but in her bright eyes, there is more depth and maturity, and less of the previous youthfulness, in the two years since she left Zhao Xiaoyi, I think she has endured too many things.

"Tut-tut! The Holy Maiden of the Eastern Spirit God Clan, it's really the best! I really don't know how ecstatic the moaning after pressing on the bed. Opposite Yan Xi was a second-order martial saint in his fifties, named Yin Yan, his eyes were glowing green, his gaze moved from Yan Xi's towering breasts to the straight buttocks and slender jade legs, his throat was agitating up and down, and he did not hide his desire for this posture in front of him.

Yan Xi's face was cold, she stared at him in disgust, and then without saying a word, the long sword in her hand was raised, and a sea of fire swirled towards the second-order martial saint again, facing this kind of person who was occupied by sperm worms, Yan Xi felt that even saying a word to him would defile her soul.

As long as you obey me, I guarantee that you will be able to walk out of this battlefield safe and sound today. In the face of Yan Xi's blazing sea of fire, the second-order martial saint Yin Yan did not have the slightest panic, and with a flick of his robe, a tornado flashed out of thin air, and a huge storm swept everything in the sky, and Yan Xi's sea of fire was unexpectedly directly swept in, and after a few times of jumping in the tornado, it completely disappeared.

In the face of such a veteran master who is one order higher than herself, Yanxi is not an opponent at all, and after a few fights, she began to fall into the upper hand, and in the last collision, she was hit on the chest by a bloody hand of Yin Yan.

Blood was sprinkled in the air, Yanxi's figure also floated out, she was not the opponent of the other party at the peak moment, and she couldn't help Yin Yan at this moment, seeing the giant claw that Yin Yan grabbed at her again in mid-air, Yanxi's heart was completely cooled, and the long sword in her hand was on her neck, and she was ready to break silently, at this moment, maybe death is the best relief, once it falls into the hands of the other party, she will be even more uncomfortable than death.

Rumble!

However, at this moment, suddenly a brilliant arrow with a twisted thunder arc flew suddenly from behind, and between the calcium carbide sparks, the arrow shot straight on the giant claw that Xiang Yanxi cranched, and in the deafening cracking sound, the giant claw immediately dissipated.