This war due to the retreat of the Immortal Emperor, the Emperor of the Underworld did not make a move, the two armies reached a tacit understanding, after ten years of fighting, the battle form also slowly formed a tacit understanding, and the Jindan Yuan Ying fought during the day.

At night, the Zhuji monks entered the battle under the escort of the king-level monks, and the two sides built the foundation against the Zhuji, Jindan against Jindan, and Yuanying against Yuanying, if there was a cross-level battle, they would be blocked by the opposing king-level monks.

Early this morning, a thousand monks from the underworld came out to meet the battle as usual, but when they arrived at the battle site, they didn't see the monks of the fairy world, and the monks of the underworld thought that those little white faces in the fairy world were afraid of them, so they couldn't help laughing, praised each other, and began to slander those garbage in the fairy world.

When they boasted to each other that the underworld was powerful and the fairy world was garbage, they didn't know that a huge hand had silently reached out from the sky and attacked them.

The giant hand grabbed the thousand monks directly, and the thousand monks, they were directly pulled into the other space and disappeared.

The surroundings returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened, not long after the thousand monks disappeared, a group of immortals flew in the distance, they were wearing white robes, wearing the badges of different sects on their chests, obviously a legion unit mixed with the immortal sects, the same thousand people, the same Yuan Infant cultivation.

The group of monks landed on the isolated island and looked around vigilantly, and finally no one came, so they sat down and chatted boringly to pass the time.

"These guys from the underworld, they chose the location, but they didn't keep their promises, and they even released us pigeons, and none of them came, maybe they were afraid of us," a monk said with disdain.

One person sighed and said: Be content, finally there is no real fight, the sword has no eyes, I heard that a few days ago, hundreds of people were killed and injured in the underworld, and there are hundreds of people on our side, pity which dead monks, cultivation is not easy, hundreds of years of cultivation are gone.

The monk on the side hurriedly said: That is, it is said that the monks of the underworld are all devils, eat people and do not spit out bones, they did not have the opportunity to contact each other in person before, but now they often meet, so that they feel that they are quite pitiful, in the dark ghost places of the underworld, they cultivate life, and they have to face the demon beasts of the underworld.

"You can't be a cultivator from the underworld, right?"

"Go and go, you just fell in love with others, but the monks of the underworld are really good-looking, all of them are white and beautiful, and they are happy when they look at them."

The conversation between the two people caused everyone to laugh, and the battle between the underworld and the fairy world in the past ten years has been fought under the command of the high-level, even if everyone has different positions, for their own interface battles, there will also be examples of mutual affection between the underworld and the fairy world in the battle.

There are those who worship their sons as brothers, and there are also men and women who love each other, and there have been too many changes in the underworld and the fairy world in the past ten years. From prejudice to the present mutual tolerance, appreciation.

This time the Yuanying War is a passing scene, everyone tacitly, fight a few times, and play the earth-shattering feeling of crying ghosts and gods to the top, the strength below is not injured, and the immortal people are all happy. The army of the fairy world came under pressure, but there was not a single underworld army, but it was a little unsteady.

"Withdraw" Since the monks of the underworld are not there, they naturally want to withdraw.

Everyone has long been accustomed to it, after all, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, whatever, if you don't want to fight, just withdraw, just go back and explain to the commander, and it will have nothing to do with them after filing.

I thought it was a happy thing, but I never expected that what was waiting for them was a ruthless big hand, which tore through the space, came from the void, and directly locked a thousand immortal monks and pulled them into the space, this piece of heaven and earth was restored to its original state again, quiet loneliness, a cool sea breeze, and a few white clouds floating in the sky.

All this is so warm, no one could have thought that two thousand monks had been here, and no one would have thought that two thousand monks would be attacked and disappeared by some big hand here.

Through the sky, through distant time and space, through parallel space, in a certain void, the space here is extremely bright, the space barrier is very stable, emitting and golden light, surrounded by gold.

In the middle of the palace sits on top of it, the whole palace is golden, and the outline of the palace is surrounded by two decorative colors, red and blue. There were many monks in front of the palace, they were divided into two rows, one row was wearing black robes, the other was wearing white robes, their hands and feet were actually bound by magic weapons, with heavy iron chains, and their cultivation was also blocked by a mysterious force.

On either side of these monks, there were many soldiers in golden armor, holding braids of flames and various clubs to patrol back and forth. The slightest resistance from these monks and the scolding were severely beaten by the weapons in the hands of the soldiers.

The braid of flame pulled the skin of the monk's body into the flowers, and the flames spread along the monk's wounds into the body, roasting the flesh and blood in the body. It's torture.

These soldiers were expressionless, their eyes were blank, their joints were a little stiff, and they made a gurgling sound, and they were all puppets. So many puppets were methodically bringing these two groups of monks into the palace.

And the monks who were tied up and abused were none other than the two groups of disappeared monks who were captured by big hands on the isolated island, the one wearing the black robe was the thousand-yuan infant underworld monk, and the white one was the fairy world.

Both sides seemed to be surprised by each other's appearance, they didn't understand who had such great magical powers, and they actually caught both sides here quietly.

Walk down the long staircase of the palace into the main hall, there are three people in the main hall, one is wearing white and black robes, the appearance is quite handsome, handsome, heroic, this person is the night of the victory that disappeared from public view shortly after the start of the war.

On the opposite side of Ying Quanye is a woman wearing an emerald green palace dress, this woman has a well-proportioned and concave figure, a somewhat round face that looks a little baby-like, and her facial features are quite exquisite, which makes people want to take a few more looks. It turned out to be Zhou Ruochu, who had disappeared for many years.

In the blink of an eye, in the past thirty years, although Zhou Ruochu has achieved success, he has broken through the peak of the king level, and it is just an opportunity to break through the emperor level, and the most terrifying thing is that the power of Pang Bo contained in his body has a sense of echoing heaven and earth, even the man sitting on the main seat in the middle is a little inferior.

Winning Quan Ye looked at Ruochu in front of him, his heart was quite excited, just yesterday he finally broke through the emperor level, with the power of the emperor's flesh and blood, plus the flesh and blood Dan he was able to break through the emperor level in just ten years, the power that the emperor level brought him is unimaginable, at this moment, Win Quan Ye has enough confidence that he can crush everyone in the world, and even destroy the entire Three Realms, the power of the emperor level makes him arrogant and empty-eyed, but he still does not dare to make a mistake in front of the emperor of heaven, and he does not dare to go against the wishes of his emperor.

He knew, and could even feel, that the Emperor had an even more terrifying power in his body that could easily destroy him.

Thinking of this, Ying Quan couldn't help but slowly look at the man on the main seat. The man glowed softly golden. Every ray of light is like a world of redemption and gentleness, and every ray of light is a great avenue, so that he who is bathed in light feels the existence of heaven and feels that he is so small.

"Lord Emperor, Ruochu and I both reached the peak, why do we still want to catch monks to refine flesh and blood pills"

It turned out that the person sitting in the middle and emitting golden light turned out to be the Heavenly Emperor who had disappeared for ten years.