After leaving Lingxiao Palace, Wang Ping returned to the Holy Dream Tower as fast as he could.

Summoned the Lan Qin Holy King and the five people who could not be provoked, and ordered them all the things that needed to be prepared, ready to leave for the battlefield of merit in the Kukai Realm at any time.

After arranging a few people, Wang Ping sent out more than ten transmission light talismans one after another, all of which were transmitted to the forces with the nine-step Saint King level masters.

After the summons were issued, he could only wait quietly for the results, not knowing how many people would be involved.

The battlefield of merit is not a good land, and the monks of the hell realm are also extremely difficult to deal with.

The Heavenly Court Realm and the Hell Realm have been fighting on the Meritorious Battlefield for so many years, and the Heavenly Court Realm is often the defeated side. This time he set off for the Konghai Realm, and Wang Ping also needed to make some preparations in advance.

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Cangming Holy Land, Qilian Holy Palace.

Outside the Holy Palace, all saints lined up, and Zhuang Lingxiao stood in the void, overlooking the saints below.

Beside him was a Saint King monk from the Lieshan family who had just arrived from the Heavenly Furnace Realm, and he had cultivated to reach the five-step Saint King, and he was already the strongest among this group of monks.

The role of this Saint King is to contact Zhuang Lingxiao and the Saints of the Lieshan family to prevent miscommunication.

However, it also reflects from the side that the Lieshan family is in an embarrassing situation now.

Most of the saint troops that were improvised were some old saints who were dying and old, and the rest were composed of new saints who had just broken through and those who had been temporarily incorporated into the loose cultivators, and whether they could form enough combat power was a big question mark.

Wang Ping stood in front of the gate of the Holy Palace, not paying much attention to the holy army in front of him, but chatting happily with the two people beside him.

These two people, one is Xuhong Gradual, who was born in the Giant Deer God Dynasty, and the other is from the ancient civilization faction, the prince of a tribe in the Hanhai civilization, named Kurui.

In the end, only these two people replied to the transmission light talisman sent by Wang Ping, and they were willing to exchange the combat power of a nine-step saint king for a dragon pool cultivation quota.

"Brother Hongji, Brother Kurui, the two of you can ask the powerhouses of the Nine-Step Saint King in the Movement Clan to help, I think they must be very valued, and they will definitely have a bright future in the future."

Xuhong gradually wore a golden crown and brocade robe, full of luxury, and said with a light smile: "Uncle Wang has loved me the most since I was a child, and as soon as I mentioned this matter to his old man, he readily agreed, but I want to thank Brother Wang, I can still remember me if I have such a good opportunity." ”

Kurui was dressed in a blue battle armor, majoring in the Dao of the cold attribute, and his body exuded a strong cold aura, but his pale blue face looked very immature.

"The merit battle of the Konghai Realm, my Hanhai Civilization is already involved in it, and my Atlantan tribe also has many Sage Saint King monks, who are fighting with the undead blood clan in the Konghai Realm at the moment, and mobilizing a nine-step Saint King to come to help, is just a trivial matter."

Kurui's words gradually stepped on the void, and they were also from noble backgrounds, and there was a gap between them.

And Xuhong gradually had a smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Ping is happy to see the comparison between the two openly and secretly, if it is to show his strength, it would be better to bring in a few more high-end combat power.

"The two of them are hidden dragons in their respective families, and sooner or later they will become famous all over the world, I believe that with this trip to the dragon pool, this time will not be too long." Wang Ping said with a sincere face.

"I am a young Kun of Hanhai, and in the future, even a real dragon can only be my food, not a hidden dragon." Curry spoke with disdain.

"It's Wang's gaffe, please don't care about it." Wang Ping apologized on his lips, but in his heart he sneered at this guy.

Grandma, I'm praising you, can't you hear me? You can still be a prince here, I'm afraid it's not just your descendant in your family, right?

The qi cultivation kung fu that Xuhong has gradually cultivated since childhood can't resist it at the moment, and quietly turns his face sideways and snickers.

In the void, Zhuang Lingxiao said something to the Saint King beside him, and the Saint King issued an order to the Saint Army on the ground, and everyone headed towards the warships.

The distance between the Sky Sea Realm and the North Star Celestial Domain is several light years, and it can only be quickly reached through the holy path of the Air Sea Realm.

Wang Ping and the saints of the Holy Land of Lonely Wind Mountain shared a warship and headed towards the spatial teleportation array.

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Outside the realm of the empty sea, in the void is a star with a diameter of thousands of miles, called the Bullfighting Star.

This planet was developed by the Heavenly Court, the Temple of Merit, and the Kukai Realm together, and served as a post station for the Merit Battlefield of the Kukai Realm.

On the bullfighting star, there is a space teleportation array, a merit exchange hall, etc., and it is also connected to the holy path of the Kukai realm, and all the monks who come from the heavenly court must transit here to reach the Kukai realm.

In the spatial vortex at the exit of the Holy Road, warships continued to fly out.

Now in the battlefield of the Air and Sea Realm, the situation of the forces of the Heavenly Court Realm is extremely unfavorable, and all sides are constantly increasing their troops.

Zhuang Lingxiao and the others, who had rushed from the Cangming Sacred Domain, drove the warship to the airport where the warship was specially moored in the Bullfighting Star.

Zhuang Lingxiao handed over the Burning Mountain Army brought by Zhuang Lingxiao to a Burning Mountain Army Saint King who had retreated from the empty sea realm to recuperate, and then rushed to the boundary gate with all the saints of the Lonely Wind Mountain Holy Land.

After stepping through the boundary gate, he entered the airspace of the Kukai Realm, and continued to fall from a height of thousands of miles, falling towards the earth.

After piercing through the clouds, you can see the land that is now full of smoke, and the sky is filled with the blood of war and the blood of the undead blood.

Zhuang Lingxiao saw the scene in front of him, his face was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "Has the battle situation been so erosive?" Even the Dongba Kingdom has been attacked by the undead blood clan. ”

Wang Ping had already understood the basic situation of the Kukai Realm before he came, and in the entire Kukai Realm, the Kukai Emperor was the only master, and the Kukai Emperor City, which was sitting in the center of the world, ruled the entire world.

In the entire Kukai realm, there is only one emperor, and under the Kukai Emperor, there are eight hundred princes.

The monks of the Great Sacred Realm can get the title of king in the Kukai Realm, and the fief is the kingdom, and the strongest among the holy kings can be made a marquis, and the fief is a marquis.

The Dongba Kingdom is the fief of the great sage powerhouse Dongba King, the Dongba King is the son of the Kukai Emperor, and the fief is extremely close to the Kukai Imperial City.

If the army of the undead blood clan had already reached the territory of the Dongba Kingdom, the situation had indeed reached the point of 100,000 urgency.

The Holy Land of Lonely Wind Mountain, a total of more than 400 Saints and Holy Kings came this time, and it is the elite of the entire Holy Land.

More than 400 monks of the Holy Realm walked in the sky, and the momentum was huge, attracting the attention of many monks.

"Fellow Daoists, please also help and punish the undead blood clan together!"

A spiritual power holy voice came from the ground and reached the ears of the saints of Lonely Wind Mountain.

Wang Ping looked at it, and saw that hundreds of miles away, the blood light was rushing into the sky, the battle fluctuations were extremely violent, and there were formation fluctuations in the air, and the spiritual power holy sound came out of it.

There were many monks from all walks of life in the Heavenly Court around, but seeing the terrifying power that soared into the sky, no one dared to step forward to help.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Lingxiao, who was in the lead, and it was up to him to decide whether to make a move.

Zhuang Lingxiao waved his long sleeves, and a war sword had already appeared in his hand, the inscription on the sword was shining, and the eight brilliant auras of destruction lit up, which directly triggered the destruction power of the eighty-thousand-grain level.

A sword slashed out, and the sword light spanned a hundred miles, directly breaking the formation shrouded in mid-air.

"All the saints of Lonely Wind Mountain, follow me to fight the immortal blood clan!"

Under this order, more than 400 holy shadows all flew out and headed towards the battlefield.

Wang Ping wore the Red Flame Fist gloves and wore a set of thousand-pattern holy weapon-level battle armor, and he also charged with the saints. Beside him, the Saint King of Lanqin, dressed in black armor, followed closely to ensure his safety at all times.

On the earth, a group of Terran monks, who were probably less than a hundred people, were being besieged by an undead blood clan several times their size, suffering heavy casualties.

At this moment, as the saints of the Holy Land of Lonely Wind Mountain joined the battlefield, the battle situation changed rapidly, especially with the addition of Zhuang Lingxiao, he alone dragged down the six powerhouses of the undead blood clan above the seven-step saint king.

Even if these six powerhouses joined forces, under the sword Dao Xuangang in the sky, they were quickly defeated, three of them were killed in a row, and the remaining three used forbidden techniques to escape from this place at great speed.

After receiving reinforcements, the Terran monks who were originally besieged also had a great boost in morale, attacking from inside and outside, beating the undead blood clan into a desert and fleeing, leaving behind a bloody corpse.

In front of Wang Ping, an immortal blood clan saint of the Xuanhuang Realm just wanted to approach him, but he was beaten into bloody mud by a punch from the Lan Qin Saint King who immediately rushed over. made him very helpless, put away the holy talisman in his hand, this battle, I'm afraid he won't need to make a move.

A moment later, the battle ended, and Zhuang Lingxiao fell from the sky, his white clothes spotless, not at all like he had just experienced a big battle.

Among the besieged Terran monks, a golden-armored man walked forward, holding a mountain-opening battle axe, the head of which was full of the holy blood of the undead blood clan.

This man put away the battle axe, walked in front of Zhuang Lingxiao, bowed his hand, and said in a majestic voice: "Thank you Lingxiao Saint King for helping, I am grateful for the chaos of the nineteenth night." ”

Nineteen nights of chaos, is the son of the Emperor Kukai, the Emperor of the Kukai for tens of thousands of years, gave birth to nearly a thousand sons and goddesses, but except for the original Bodhisattva, none of them have the qualifications to become gods, most of them have fallen into history, and the rest, many of them have fallen on the battlefield of merit over the years.

There are only a few dozen gods and goddesses who are still alive today, including the king of Dongba and the chaotic nineteen nights in front of him.

"It turned out to be Your Excellency the Night God Son, and the Hell Realm Monks are the common enemies of the Heavenly Court Monks like us, and it is reasonable for Zhuang to make a move." Zhuang Lingxiao was neither humble nor arrogant, and said lightly.

"Lingxiao Holy King made a righteous move, please go to the Ba King City with the chaos, and I will wash the dust for you." Nineteen Nights said loudly.

"There's no need to enter the city, if the Night God Son is worried about being attacked again on the road, he can return with us and the others, Zhuang wants to go to the Dragon Pool Secret Realm, but he is on the same road as the Night God Son."

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind the nineteenth night of chaos was indignant, and their eyes were wide open.

Dragon Pond was originally a cultivation secret realm that belonged to the Kuhai Realm, but now it has fallen into the hands of outsiders, and it was brought up by Zhuang Lingxiao in person, which is simply a great shame.

Wang Ping didn't understand why Zhuang Lingxiao acted like this, but he thought it had a deep meaning.

The face of the chaotic nineteenth night was slightly pale, and he signaled the saints behind him to be restless.

"Since the Lingxiao Holy King is reluctant to go to Bawang City, Nineteen will not trouble you, the military affairs in the city are busy, and there can be no delay, thank you I will have people make a special trip to the secret territory of Longchi to show my gratitude."

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the saints behind him also followed.

Among the people in the Holy Land of Gufeng Mountain, there were some saints who didn't know why, and they were quite angry when they saw the group behaving like this on the nineteenth night of chaos, and they whispered with the saints beside them, not knowing what they were scolding.

"Let's go too, the Dragon Pond Secret Realm is not far from here, and after that, we will repair it." Zhuang Lingxiao's tone was flat, and he didn't seem to be affected by this matter in the slightest.

"Yes!"

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