These guys.

If you really want to ruin this world!?

Yan Xing was hidden in the altar, raised his eyes and looked out, watching the outside world become more and more intense, all kinds of terrifying hole cards were opened one by one, and his expression couldn't help but become solemn.

This is indeed the situation he wants to see, and for all purebloods, the Alliance and the Horde are dead. But if they are allowed to fight like this, the final pure-blooded heaven and earth will only be a shattered purgatory.

Countless living beings, I am afraid that they will have to die ninety out of nine, and when the battlefield spreads wantonly, even the territory of the deep space border will inevitably be affected.

You must know that whether it is a high-dimensional space-time or a multiverse, you can take the true immortal to cross and descend at will, and if you really fight to that extent, no one can escape.

"These true immortals, if they still have sense, most of them will not be so frustrated, after a fight, if they are evenly matched, most of them will still return to the negotiating table."

"The Greatest Possible ......"

"We will share the fruits of the Saints' Resurrection Plan!"

Yan Xing frowned, although he couldn't see the future clearly, it didn't mean that he couldn't analyze the situation, judging from the previous situation, coupled with the fact that the ultimate enemy was unknown and the source was eyeing him from the side, this possibility was very high.

This is not good news for purebloods.

"That's it, that's it, my current strength can't control this, but it's ......."

"Hehe, it's okay to sabotage the so-called saint recovery plan."

A wicked smile appeared on Yan Xing's face, and his virtual head slowly stretched out from the surface of the altar, and he looked around, except for him, there were nearly 10 million cold ice coffins, and there were no other living people.

"I only have one chance, move fast!"

Yan Xing's expression was solemn, he knew what this altar under his feet was, a relic soldier under the control of the true immortal, the moment he turned into reality, it was estimated that it would be perceived to exist.

Fortunately, he has a lot of advantages, such as the time and space locked by the Mountain of the Gods, but it can't affect him, and the passive talent [Time and Space Traveler] can ignore all this.

Yan Xing sat quietly, he was waiting, waiting for the war in the outside world to come to an end, otherwise as soon as he made a move, the object of contention between the two forces would be gone, and he would inevitably stop the war immediately, let them kill each other for a while, and when they were about to negotiate, it would be the best time to make a move.

This is a full eight years, and during the Yan Punishment, he also took the time to jump away a few times to "visit" the nine-colored flowers, maintaining a state of virtualization, and the [Four-Dimensional Balance] was useless, and he only relied on absorbing flowers to barely make ends meet.

I have to say that the war is the best growth environment for the nine-colored flowers, and the seven emotions and six desires of all living beings are infinitely expanded, and the essence of consciousness collected can reach a thousand years in a year.

Again in charge of the origin of the world, the strength skyrocketed.

After eight years of war, more than ten true immortals who have completely fallen have relied on the existence of splitting their souls to survive, and they are even more than sixty, and for a long time, they cannot recover their combat strength.

Three thousand realms were affected and destroyed, the boundless realm turned into nothingness, the stars were annihilated, and a super-galaxy cluster was completely erased, and the casualties of the common people could not be counted.

In the eighth year, the two forces finally realized that something was wrong, and the scarlet light in their eyes gradually disappeared, and they returned to the original place of the battlefield, the original location of the Whisk Domain.

"I think we should have a good talk......

Talk?

Let's talk slowly!

Yan Xing's eyes flashed, and he had been silent for eight years, and finally, it was his turn to make a move.

Solidify!

Hell Dimension! On-

Leap in time! Luck!

The whole process, flowing smoothly, rehearsed in his mind I don't know how many times, Yan Xing felt that he had formed a muscle memory conditioned reflex, and the whole process took less than a billionth of a snap of his fingers.

All the coffins that carried the pure-blood corpses were all collected into the hell dimension, and then a "bomb" made of the Philosopher's Stone exploded on the altar, and the terrifying light of destruction engulfed everything, and also covered up all traces that could be left behind.

It's perfect!

In the outside world, several true immortals who joined hands to take charge of the altar all changed their expressions wildly, their eyes showed a look of horror, and they hurriedly waved their hands to open the altar's defensive barrier.

Thundered!

The bright white light swelled out, crushing the void and the thoughts of the true immortals present, and they all felt a burst of heart, as if the sky had fallen.

"No! Don't—"

The Lord of Reincarnation widened his eyes, and pounced on the altar like a mad dog, the extreme impact of destruction was blown away by the violent wind he brought, and the dark figure flickered countless times in an instant, walking all over every corner of the altar.

It's gone, it's gone......

The Lord of Reincarnation stood in place, as if he was stupid, and the aura exuding from his body was extremely cold.

Buzzing!

The mandala wheel emerges, actively protecting the Lord, blooming with endless brilliance, suppressing and covering the breath of the Lord of Samsara who is rampant.

"Lord of Samsara!

」

The expressions of the true immortals changed slightly, and they hurriedly drank out the soul-shaking divine sound, although they were also in a state of confusion because of the disappearance of the pure-blooded corpses, but they were not completely out of control like the lord of reincarnation.

If you are not careful, you will attract an ominous will.

The Lord of Reincarnation was awakened, and a spirit quickly restrained his breath, revealing a hint of fear.

"Nine Clans Alliance, are you playing tricks on us?"

The tribes of all races, the supreme gods have gloomy expressions, they feel that they are big fools, they have been tricked around, they have obviously used many means, and for eight years, many qi engines have also been locked on the altar.

Unexpectedly, he was still drawn from the bottom of the Nine Clans Alliance, and he secretly took away the pure-blood corpse by some means.

Do you want to pretend to negotiate with them afterwards?

Is this the attitude of negotiation!

"It seems that this battle must continue, and it will not end!"

Boom Boom –

The gods were furious, the heavens changed dramatically, and the boundless black clouds covered the sky and spread wantonly.

"Wait!"

"We are calculated!"

The expressions of the true immortals of the alliance changed slightly, and they also realized that something was wrong, their own family knew their own affairs, they really hadn't done it, and they felt extremely aggrieved in their hearts.

I don't want to fight, it's not that I'm afraid of the other party, but I don't want to be hidden in the shadows, and I take advantage of the fisherman.

"Calculation? Phew! Who else in this world can calculate more than your alliance?"

"Want to stall? When the resurrection of the saints is complete, then come and destroy us?"

"Don't think!

」

"Kill them! Never die!

」

Boom –

It is impossible to explain it, and the tribes of all ethnic groups do not give it a chance, and the overwhelming terrorist attacks fall, and the war resumes.

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I've been able to solve the misunderstanding."

The Ancestor shook his head without thinking, raised his hand and threw it, and the bronze giant tripod smashed out, forcing back a supreme god.

That's right, this is the only way now, and time has proved that the tribe of all races didn't say that they took the pure-blood corpses?

Then, as time passes, the saint recovery plan should be completed, and there will be the remains of the saint who will enter the battlefield and end everything.

If the remains of the saint did not appear, they would have been able to get rid of suspicion.

……

"This is the pure-blood cemetery of the Ten Thousand Tribes? Compared to the Terran Wheel Tomb, it is much simpler."

A glimmer of silver-white light flashed in the void, and Yan Xing appeared out of thin air, glancing at the flesh particles mixed with countless particles of dust underground, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The Holy See is doing a good job.

"If you want to do it, you will never be in trouble, how can you leave another batch of pure-blood essentia?"

Yan Xing smiled and sat cross-legged on the spot, his body weakening and dissipating all aura fluctuations at the same time, ignoring the strict means of perception here.

Like last time, he still had to wait, wait for the two sides to cease fighting, and then come to collect the corpses.

If you start in advance, the tribe of all races will also notice that it will be the same as before, and the same way to deal with it will be much easier.

This time it was faster, only three years had passed, and in the information that the Ten Thousand Tribes had learned, if the resources were sufficient, one year would be enough to revive the remains of a saint.

The misunderstanding was thus resolved.

There were still some casualties.

Soon, the two forces were in the ruins of the battlefield, and the idea was transmitted, and they finalized the cooperation, and rushed to the pure-blood cemetery of the Ten Thousand Tribes, ready to collect the pure-blood corpses.

Among them, the Lord of Samsara is the most excited and urgent.

"Ah~ It's finally over, let me wait!"

Yan Xing slowly stood up, and repeated his old skills, and when the true immortals had just stepped into this place, they were greeted by a familiar white light of destruction, and the impact was extremely violent.

"No—"

"My pure-blood essentia!

」

The Lord of Reincarnation knelt on the ground, raised his head to the sky and roared, and for a moment, his figure looked a little sad and sad.

"You, who are you?? Come out to this seat! Get out!

」

"I'm ***!"

Poof—

The dignified true immortal giant was so angry that he vomited out the essence of blood in his heart, which was really tragic.