As for the layout of the Heshan Great Sect and the Blood Nunnery Mountain, Luo Yuan and the other monks did not know anything. But they all know in their hearts that this big move must have been carried out by both sides at the same time. This time, it was a game between the supremes of the two sides, and they, the Yuanying Monks, were chess pieces. And Jin Dan, the foundation building monk, doesn't even have the qualifications to become a chess piece. Using a monk at the level of the Yuan Infant Ancestor as a chess piece, this is such a huge hand.

In the eyes of the world, this time, perhaps it was the result of a discussion between the ancestors, they were the overlords of the dominant side, and they began to join forces to attack. It can be said that they can only know at the level of Yuanying that they can't help themselves, and they have no qualifications and room for choice.

After January

On the periphery of Xue'an Mountain, all the disciples are stationed every day, either standing in the distance, or sitting with their eyes closed, all of them are waiting for each other. Ten years of calm have not allowed them to relax in the slightest. Because, they also know that the longer it drags on, the more violent it will be.

"Senior Sister Li, if you don't die in this catastrophe, can you marry me? "On top of an ancient tree, two young monks, a man and a woman, sat next to each other, looking into the distance.

The beautiful woman leaning on the man's shoulder heard this, her pretty face was slightly red, but she nodded slightly, and then held the man's big hand.

The two looked at each other, smiling, and their eyes were full of ripples, and their feelings were deep.

And miles away

The two Zhuji disciples knelt and bowed in front of them, and they had a deep hatred for the creatures in the Blood Nunnery Mountain. Twenty years ago, in order to save them, their master faced two Jindan-level creatures alone, and even chose to blow himself up. These decades of master-apprentice love have left only the last retrospective, a look that will remain in their memories forever and cannot be erased. From then on, the two of them swore to heaven that they would kill all the enemies who came to them, so as to comfort the spirit of the master in heaven.

In a cave, a middle-aged man with a slightly rickety body sat quietly. In his hand was a jade slip that contained his full blow. There was sadness in his eyes, there were sighs, there was hatred. He remembered that back then, he was a newcomer to the Jindan realm, and he was happy. So I went out to travel, and I went to many mortal realms to play, and one day, I saw a young child crawling out of the bones. The qualifications of young children are not outstanding, and they have some acquired damage.

But the toddler looked at himself with wide eyes and hope. He looked at the surrounding mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and then looked at the situation and hopes of the young child, and couldn't help but feel compassion and brought it back to raise. After decades of recuperation, the original toddler has already grown up, and he has become a minor monk in the later stage of foundation building, and many Jindan monks are also very fond of him. And he has never had an heir, so he simply regarded the young child he brought back as his own heir, and has always cared for and cared for him. The jade slip in his hand is exactly what he did at the expense of his purple qi. It's just that he can't use it anymore in this life, and he can't give it to the monk he treats as a child......

In thousands of years of hostilities, tragedies like this are by no means one or two. How can this hatred that has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years be expressed in words?

"Hum, roar, roar......"

Suddenly, a long roar came from the Blood Nunnery Mountain, like a thunderous roar, shaking the world. Immediately afterwards, the mountains shook, countless ancient trees were shattered, and they rushed into the sky, the sky was full of fallen leaves, and weeds were flying, and even the mountains and rivers could not withstand such tremors and shattered.

"It's not good, Xue'an Mountain is attacking in a big way this time, quickly assemble, and resist the enemy with all your might. Anyone who crosses the boundary, regardless of their cultivation race, will not be killed!" In the Heshan Great Sect, several Jindan Great Perfection monks discovered the abnormality and immediately began to order the cultivators to be vigilant and prepare for war.

Then, six pillars of light rose to the sky, and the six strands swept the world and dominated the powerful aura of the dominant side. It was the several Yuan Babies who came to the Great Sect of Harmony from Kuping Sect, except for the dead Big-Eared Monk, only Luo Yuan did not appear and was still in retreat.

The middle-aged monk of Kuping Sect looked at the mighty army coming in the distance, and couldn't help frowning, and immediately said in a cold voice: "What do you want to do when you come to attack the Blood Nunnery Mountain on a large scale today?

"You are dignified, you are not ashamed, you are a dignified ancestor, you have never thought that you are so shameless. Your human race occupies most of the territory of the world, and I wait for the creatures of all races to endure and endure, retreat and retreat, you wait until it is good, I don't know how to intensify it, and kill the juniors of all races. It is even more to confine the creatures of our hundreds of tribes within hundreds of thousands of miles, draw the ground as a prison, and imprison us?"

"Roar, this seat has no intention of wasting words with you, the Jindan junior who killed the young son of this seat will get out and die!" This sound shattered several mountains and rivers, and many of the surrounding weak creatures were shattered. Even the Terran monks who were far away had many people bleeding from their ears.

When the middle-aged monk heard this, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and the power of this roar moved him. The purple-veined and white-skinned hundred-zhang tiger is like a white tiger killing star outside the sky, with an irresistible killing aura, even if it is far away, it can't help but make people feel a tingling.

"Just a human race, dare to claim to be the world, don't you not put us and other hundred races in your eyes?" A brown flower about four feet tall The petals vibrated and opened its mouth with the cold sun of divine sense.

"There's nothing to say, it's just blood, kill, swallow them all. This battle is going to destroy all the human cultivators of the Heshan Sect except for the Supreme, and not one will be left!" Above the spirits of all beings, a man with a gloomy face spoke coldly, looking at the several Kuping Sect Ancestors who were standing in the clouds, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes, as if he had really seen food.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed, kill. What forbidden area is Xue'an Mountain, after this battle, the forbidden area of Xue'an Mountain will be removed! Between this battle, all the living soul monsters and monsters that have been captured, the materials and blood do not need to be handed over, and they are all owned by individuals. This is a grind, but also an opportunity. If you can survive, then there will definitely be a place for the ancestors in the future. Kill!" The middle-aged monk shouted, but his eyes were staring at the gloomy man, as well as the elve-fronted tiger, in his perception, these two creatures were terrifying, still above him!

However, in an instant, he understood that the Blood Nunnery Mountain was bound to win this time, and there were two great monks of the Empress Yuan on the bright side. You must know that this is just the first time that a war has started, and in ordinary times, even the Yuanying Monk is rare to see a person, but now it is a few Yuanying not to mention, and there is even a Yuanhou Great Monk of this level showing up. This battle is extremely severe, and the scale of the subsequent escalation may not be controlled by him at all.