Chapter 741

Xiao Zhan shook his head slowly:

"A supreme powerhouse, plus the price of 100,000 elites, I believe that the Black Bat Clan will not be willing to do it again."

"They shouldn't send people to take over Black Sheep City."

Li Congwen and Li Congwu nodded, and with 20,000 elites, they returned to the Terran clan land as quickly as possible.

For the next few months, the Terran land was quiet.

Everyone is hurrying up to cultivate, and countless people are breaking through to the New Land realm every day.

Xiao Zhan never felt that the Nether Realm could cultivate to the extent of fighting the elites of the Upper Realm.

The elites of the various races teleported down from the upper realm naturally had the human races teleported down from the upper realm to deal with.

But in this war of all races, the place of participation in the battle cannot only be the people teleported down from the upper realm.

The people of the Nether will definitely join the war.

At that time, the members of the Temple of the God of War will also become the main force of the battle.

According to the news obtained, seven days ago, the Celestial Clan once again sent 200,000 elites to the land of the Celestial Clan, and was attacked by the werewolf elites who had been ambushed for a long time, losing tens of thousands of people.

And the werewolf clan didn't expect that the Celestial Clan would send 200,000 people at once this time, but in turn they were besieged by the elite of the Celestial Clan and the entire army was annihilated.

The fighting of the other races has also continued.

The flames of war have spread to every corner of the Nether.

The Terrans have not taken the initiative to attack any race, and no race dares to attack the Terran land easily, because everyone knows that in the Terran land, there is a very young supreme powerhouse, and if anyone dares to provoke, he will bear the revenge of a supreme powerhouse.

You must know that in the case of the supreme powerhouses of all races falling into a deep sleep and unable to dispatch easily, the existence of Xiao Zhan is an unsolvable problem.

In this case, three years passed.

In the past three years, the Terran has successively transmitted nearly 500,000 elites from the Upper Realm, and the comprehensive strength of the Terran has also risen by several levels compared to three years ago.

The fighting between the other tribes has almost come to an end for the time being, and the first truce has come to an end.

No race would dare to teleport too many people to the Nether at once.

After all, each teleportation requires a huge amount of resources, and if too many people are teleported to the Nether, the forces of each race in the Upper Realm are in danger of being attacked by other races.

It is difficult to balance the two between fighting for a place in the lower realm and maintaining the position of the upper realm.

Even the Celestial Clan only dared to keep a million troops in the Nether Realm at most.

Some of the weaker races have given up on fighting in the Nether.

Hundreds of races have been wiped out.

Some of the remaining races have either formed alliances with each other or have already taken refuge in the powerful races.

In just three years, the pattern of the Nether has completely changed.

The Nether is now divided into four main camps.

The human race, the dragon clan, the white tiger clan, the Vermilion Bird clan and the Xuanwu clan, this is a camp.

Werewolves, Demon Bulls, Barbarians, and Black Bats, this is the second camp.

The Celestial Clan, along with the dozens of races that have thrown themselves under the command of the Celestial Clan, is also the third camp.

The fourth camp is the remaining weak races, who are unwilling to defect to other powerful races, so they can only hold their fists to keep warm and form an alliance of thousand races.

If you don't count the top-level combat power, the Thousand Races Alliance includes thousands of races, and it has the largest number of troops.

Now, the four camps are resting to deal with the next war.

The Imperial City of People.

In the Great Hall.

Xiao Zhan sat on a chair, and beside him were the five Terran elders.

Also present were the elders and powerhouses of the Dragon Clan, the Vermilion Bird Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and the Xuanwu Clan.

Long Ao, Zhu Hongchai, Bai Han and Xuantong also followed the elders and powerhouses in their respective clans.

The elder of the dragon clan frowned and said:

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Among the four major camps, the Thousand Clans Alliance seems to have the largest number of troops, but in fact it is just a plate of scattered sand."

"In the Celestial Clan's camp, those races that have taken refuge in the Celestial Clan can only become cannon fodder."

"The Werewolf Clan, the Demon Bull Clan, the Barbarian Clan, and the Black Bat Clan are all powerful races in the Upper Realm, and their overall combat effectiveness is not weaker than our camp at all."

"I still suggest that our camp not take the lead in provoking a war."

Xiao Zhan nodded:

"I think the one most likely to do it first is the Celestials."

"After all, the Celestial Clan no longer has any clansmen in the Nether, and they won't have any fears when they do things."

"And the Celestial Clan will not use the millions of elites teleported down from the upper realm, and will definitely let those races that have taken refuge stir things up."

As soon as the words fell, a herald rushed into the main hall, looked at Xiao Zhan and said in a deep voice:

"General, I just received news that the Celestial Alliance has formed a coalition of tens of millions of people and is heading to the Celestial Clan, and it seems that it is going to war with the Celestial Clan."

In the main hall, everyone frowned.

"The Thousand Clans Alliance actually took the initiative to attack the Celestial Clan," one of the Terran elders frowned.

"How dare they do this without a supreme powerhouse?"

For a while, everyone present couldn't figure out what the Thousand Tribes Alliance was doing.

But only half a month later, news came that those races that had taken refuge in the Celestial Clan had betrayed the Celestial Clan and turned to the arms of the Thousand Clans Alliance, causing heavy losses to the Celestial Clan together with the army of the Thousand Clans Alliance.

The Celestial Clan sacrificed more than 200,000 elites, and the remaining 800,000 elites were already under the leadership of Tian Simiao, and they didn't know where they had gone.

This kind of situation caught several major camps by surprise, and they were all on guard, for fear that the remaining 800,000 elites of the Heavenly Clan would appear on their own territory.

And Tian Simiao was also angry.

According to the Celestial Clan's "Arrival" plan, after the Celestial Clan builds the teleportation altar, it only needs to use a small number of troops to completely control the Nether.

But he didn't expect the situation to develop like this, and the Celestial Clan became the party with the biggest loss.

Upper bound.

An altar within the Celestial Clan's territory.

Millions of Celestial Clan elites lined up neatly.

Jia Wanqiu was wearing a golden battle armor, and beside him were two Heavenly Clan elders, as well as a golden coffin of life and death.

Jia Wanqiu looked at the two elders and said in a deep voice, "This time we are going to the Nether, we must take back the advantage!"

The two elders nodded, looked at the million-strong army, and roared in a deep voice:

"Let's go!"

I saw an elite of the Famous Celestial Clan, rushing to the teleportation altar as fast as he could, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the million-strong army teleported, Jia Wanqiu and the two elders stood on the teleportation altar at the same time.

In the flash of golden light, the figures of the three disappeared.

The Nether, the Celestial Race.

At this time, the people of the Thousand Races Alliance have completely controlled this place.

When they saw the golden pillar of light falling from the sky, the alliance army immediately became nervous.

The next moment, the elite of the Million Heavenly Clan appeared, standing in mid-air, exuding monstrous might.

Jia Wanqiu snorted coldly and said in a deep voice:

"Kill, no mercy!". z.br>

Millions of elites immediately attacked towards the Alliance army.

Soon, the people of the Thousand Clans Alliance were killed to the point that they lost their armor, and their corpses were strewn all over the place, and rivers of blood flowed all over the place.

They fled desperately.

Ketian Simiao, with the 800,000 Heavenly Clan elites, suddenly appeared on the plains on the other side of the Shengshui River!

After three days of fighting, the army of the Thousand Clans Alliance was completely annihilated.

As for the Celestial Clan, less than 300,000 elites died.

In other words, the Celestial Clan still has 1.5 million troops here now.

Tian Simiao came to Jia Wanqiu.

Jia Wanqiu looked at Tian Simiao and said:

"Tian Chang

Old, with this 1.5 million troops, I believe that the other three camps will no longer dare to attack easily."

Tian Simiao smiled and nodded, "Gongzi personally descended to the Nether, and my Heavenly Clan is naturally invincible."

Jia Wanqiu exhaled a breath of turbid air and said:

"We have lost too many elites, and in twenty years, if we can't control the Nether, the Celestial Clan will decline."

Tian Simiao pondered for a moment, "Now except for the Thousand Clans Alliance, the other two camps are not moving, I am afraid that this battle will not be easy to fight."

Jia Wanqiu waved his hand and said:

"One and a half million troops, Elder Tian, Elder Wu, and Elder Liu, you take a million troops to stay in the Heavenly Domain."

"I will lead an army of 500,000 and go out in person!"

Tian Simiao's brows tightened:

"Young Master, are you going to take 500,000 people to attack the Thousand Clans Alliance?"

Jia Wanqiu sneered:

"The Thousand Races Alliance is just a piece of loose sand, if I destroy a few races, the other races will naturally rush to withdraw from the Thousand Races Alliance, and then the Thousand Races Alliance will naturally collapse."

Tian Simiao pondered for a moment, looked at the coffin of life and death not far away, and asked:

"Which ancestor is there?"

Jia Wanqiu smiled:

"It's my grandfather, Jia Taishan."

Tian Simiao said in a deep voice:

"It's okay for the young master to lead the troops to the battle, so be sure to take the ancestor with you."

Jia Wanqiu nodded, "I know it in my heart."

So, three days later, Jia Wanqiu led an army of 500,000 Heavenly Clans and left the Heavenly Domain in a mighty manner.

Wherever the army passed, the wind was roaring, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The Giant Bear Clan, a race in the middle and upper reaches of the Thousand Races Alliance.

When they found that the 500,000 army of the Celestial Clan was approaching, the elders of the Giant Bear Clan could only order the entire clan to abandon the clan land and flee to the White Ape clan land.

The elders of the Giant Bear Clan originally thought that they had joined the Thousand Clans Alliance, and the Celestial Clan would not dare to attack.

But he didn't expect the army of the Celestial Clan to come so quickly.

An army of 500,000 troops leveled the land of the Giant Bear clan and launched a frenzied slaughter, with only a handful of people escaping.

This also made the various races in the Thousand Races Alliance panic, lest the Celestial Clan army come to attack.

There were even more than a dozen races that decisively gave up their clans and fled, and many races immediately announced their withdrawal from the Thousand Races Alliance, and turned their heads to join the other two camps, but they were refused.

In just half a year, Jia Wanqiu led an army of 500,000 Heavenly Clans to destroy more than a dozen races in the Thousand Clans Alliance in a devastating manner.

The Thousand Clans Alliance also formed an alliance army, and fought against the Celestial Clan's army, and in the end the entire army was still wiped out.

Jia Taishan woke up from the coffin of life and death, and in just half an hour, he killed tens of millions of elites of the coalition army.

The Thousand Races Alliance was immediately dissolved, and the weak races could only be left to the hands of the Celestial Clan.

Jia Wanqiu then led the army back to the Heavenly Domain.

The Nether has become a three-legged situation.

Most of the area has been turned into ruins and wastelands.

On this day, there was an uninvited guest in the land of the human race.

There were a total of four people here, from the werewolf clan, the demon cow clan, the barbarian clan and the black bat clan.

The four of them sat in the main hall and looked at the five clan elders sitting opposite them with expressionless faces.

The elder of the Black Bat Clan snorted coldly:

"Your human race killed 100,000 elites of my Black Bat clan, and there is a supreme powerhouse, I will not settle this account with you for the time being."

"This time, we came here to discuss the matter of attacking the Celestial Clan together."

An elder of the Terran shook his head slowly:

"We have no intention of attacking the Celestials."