"The enemy is coming!"

Beacon fire even mountains, hustle and bustle Megatron!

This was by no means the first time that the two armies had encountered a surprise attack, and their reactions were quite rapid, and tens of thousands of monks fled out of the four-thousand-mile mountain front.

Aura, Magic Weapon, Melee, Ranged Attack, Roar, Fight, Blood...... Although the battlefield of the monks is not as capable of tens of millions of people as in the human world and the barbarian realm, every blow is extremely powerful, and the spiritual power collides with each other, turning the world upside down!

"Huhuhuhu......" suddenly a gust of wind hit.

Ghostly!

"Flowing ......" black snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky.

"It's dark snow! All cultivators retreat! ”

All the Arctic Monks retreated, and the Eternal Night Monks pressed forward!

"Elders of the primordial gods, form a mad breath array!"

The various groups of Yuan Shen Monks soared into the sky, quickly pulling into a red front, and at the same time, they all exerted their Yuan Force, blowing one after another fierce hurricanes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" The wind roars, and the sand flies away!

Sun Moon Lake has been dumped several times!

The dark snow was blown away in an instant, and the Monk of the Eternal Night couldn't get any closer!

"Counterattack!"

After the battlefield was cleared, the Monks of the Polar Sun escaped again and continued to fight!

It is worthy of being an opponent who has been fighting for thousands of years, and this battle has really been fought back and forth, and it looks like it!

"Rush! Come on! Wang Dacheng is full of enthusiasm, and the whole team is his most active.

Cen Zhen grabbed him by the collar and reprimanded: "You are only a few catties and taels, the faster you rush, the faster you will die!" It's all behind me! ”

Cultivating as a game between the same, it is by no means a sword and a sword that can distinguish the winner from the loser, whether it is eternal night or polar day, it is led by the captain or team leader, finding a space for himself, and fighting in the form of a group against a group.

In war, pawns are the saddest, not many people will applaud if they win, and no one will collect the corpse when they die.

Yan Yunting mixed in the team to see the wind and rudder, in his eyes, these are just small fights, and the real decision of the victory or defeat of the war has to be the great monks on both sides.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, thunder was rolling in the sky, and an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation came from the clouds...... Immortals, it's finally here.

A middle-aged monk with a nine-foot-tall face, a face full of meat, eagle eyebrows, a lion's nose, a red robe and red hair, riding a winged white tiger, holding a giant axe to open the mountain, leading six immortals to tear through the clouds, he proudly defied the Eternal Night Immortal Domain, and shouted:

"Wujuezi, don't hurry up and get out and wait for Benjun!"

Before the provocation sounded, a sneer echoed between the two sides of the strait: "A red-haired old ghost is also worthy of me to wait?" ”

The darkness pressed close to the extreme day, and an old man in a dark robe led the immortals to fly out of the Sun and Moon Mountain Range, and his momentum was not inferior to the red-haired immortal monarch at all.

The monks of the two sides stopped fighting, and each retreated to the dark and white ground, and started a confrontation on Sun Moon Lake.

"Wow...... It's the first time I've seen Xianjun. Wang Dacheng looked up at the sky, his eyes full of worship. It's not just him, all the minor friars have a strong heart.

Yan Yunting stared coldly at the Eternal Night camp, beside the old man in the black robe, there were two ghost cultivators, one black and one white, who were the two protectors of the Rakshasa Queen, the white corpse and the dove.

The dark snow polluted the world, which led to the plague rampant, and the white and dove were the biggest initiators of this disaster, and these two people must be worse than dead!

Mei Mingzhi...... Mei Mingzhi! Why are you stunned, Elder Cen called you! Ye Qianying elbowed Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting came back to his senses, only to find that Cen Zhen used the sound transmission technique to warn them: "What I say next, you must remember it in your heart-

This time, the two great immortal monarchs have been dispatched, and if they really fight down, many people will definitely die. When the war starts later, keep your eyes sharp, retreat if you can't fight, flee if you can't retreat, don't linger near the Yuan Shen Elders, their cultivation is too high, just a little coercion can make you collapse! ”

As he spoke, he gave out another pill to each person, and then said: "This is a fake death pill, if you really encounter it and can't deal with it, take it and pretend to be dead, the battle situation is chaotic, and no one will usually come to mend the knife." ”

"Playing dead?" Wang Dacheng pursed his lips, "This is too bloodless, if everyone is like this, how can the war be won?" ”

Cen Zhen glared at him and scolded: "You elm head, how many lives can you get into?" Life in this world is the most important thing, as long as you have a big life, you can survive this war, and clean up the battlefield in the future, even if you pick up a Qiankun ring, it is also a great opportunity! ”

Yan Yunting could hear it, not only Cen Zhen alone, but all the veterans who had participated in the battle around him were planning to save their lives before the war.

What is the point of this war? Is it to defend the country? Is it revenge? Is it aggression? Probably neither...... This war is nothing more than a game of thrones.

When the powerful have played enough, they will stop the war, and when they rise, they will start a war, and for them, the little friars are nothing to hinder the chess pieces, and if they die, they will die, and there is nothing to be sorry for. So the veterans are not selfish and timid, they are a group of people who live and understand.

In a world where the strong are respected, the weak can only survive by stealing their lives.

"Old ghost Tianmu, how many rounds do you want to fight this time?"

"Fight until you collapse!"

"Then let's stop talking nonsense and go to war!"

War!

Under the leadership of their respective Immortal Monarchs, the two sides began to attack fiercely, and the casualties increased tremendously!

The fallen monk fell into the Sun Moon Lake, if you are lucky, you can still be salvage, but it will inevitably be dried up, and if you are unlucky, you can only stay in the pool to feed the fish, and finally the body sinks to the bottom of the river, and there is no place to bury.

After a scuffle, all groups and teams were scattered.

"Brother Mei! Brother Mei, where are you! ”

"Mei Mingzhi! Mei Mingzhi! ”

Wang Dacheng and Ye Qianying shouted over and over again. Even if Yan Yunting heard it, he didn't answer, he would join this team, just to get close to Tang Li, now that the goal has been achieved, he has no reason to stay.

Brief encounters, parting reunions, are all about fate.

Brother Wang, Fairy Ye, Gongzi Gao, Elder Cen, take care...... Yan Yunting secretly blessed himself in his heart, put on an invisibility cloak and disappeared into the sea of people.

The eternal night is more radical than the polar day, and under the leadership of the unconscious son, the immortals of the eternal night flew through the black and white line, but due to the limitation of the sky, the white corpse and the dove can only stay in the eternal night, so that the two ghost cultivators seem to be a little disconnected. M.biQuge.biZ

Yan Yunting used the invisibility cloak to quickly wrap around, and these two lone ghost cultivators had already become the prey to be hunted in his eyes.

"The from the Nine Shadows! You won't be able to escape this time! ”

Suddenly, a familiar aura flashed from Yan Yunting's side, he could see her, but she couldn't see him.

Yan Yunting looked back suddenly, who was that tall, heroic female ghost cultivator, who was not Yuan Zhaojun?

Why did she come too?

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