"Hehe, the news of the Beidou Pavilion is really well-informed. This war is related to the rise and fall of our human race, and my Demon Xuanzong will naturally not be stingy with anything. The thin old man in the black robe smiled loudly and said lightly.

"Very good, this sect has also brought more than 100 Xuantian warships this time, as long as the battle begins, with the indestructible combat power of these warships, it is enough to make the army of the Moth Clan suffer a lot. But I don't know how the preparation of the Liangyi Breaking Formation promised by Xuan Daoyou of Haoran Academy was at the beginning, after all, if it is close to the Moth Clan, the Xuantian Warship will not be able to exert much power. The yellow-robed woman of Tiangongzong raised her eyebrows, looked at the white-robed Confucian beside her and asked.

"Madam Zhen, don't worry, the five hundred upper-level array mages of this sect have already arrived here in the starry night, and when the battle comes, they will never let you down. The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe of Haoran Academy smiled when he heard this, and said lightly.

"Hehe, I don't have to worry about the Ancient Demon Legion of the Heavenly Demon Valley, I don't dare to say that I swept the Moth Clan, and I will definitely not let it have a good time. The thick-eyed man in the brown bear robe of the Heavenly Demon Valley didn't wait for others to ask, but he was full of confidence and preemptively said.

Immediately afterwards, the people present all expressed their sect's preparations for this decisive battle, and the heritage of the four great Taizong and the eight great families was suddenly reflected at this time, and it was by no means comparable to some 10,000-year-old great sects.

"So you have all prepared a lot. Divide. Let's check again about the poisoning plan. After everyone present expressed their attitudes one by one, the Taiqing Gate Mukong Patriarch, who had been sitting upright with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. Said.

"Yes, poisoning is a matter of success or failure. There is no sloppiness in the slightest, and now the war is imminent. It is better to confirm it at the end of the day. The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe of Haoran Academy nodded with a solemn face.

"The poison has been secretly implemented many times, and there is no need to worry about the effect at all, but the person who poisons it should choose carefully. If the Celestial Elders are sent to carry out the task, it will inevitably attract attention, and if the cultivation level is too low, I am afraid that before the task is completed, it will first become the food of the moth's mouth. After consulting with Mu Daoyou and others, I decided to choose from each sect. Select some powerful True Dan Realm monks to carry out this task. The yellow-robed woman glanced at Mu Kong and said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, except for the people of the four great Taizongs, the faces of the rest of the people present changed.

According to the previous plan, the poisoning task was to go deep into the depths of the borer army at the beginning of the war, which can be described as extremely dangerous, and all sects regarded the disciples of the True Dan as elites and loved them very much, after all, they were the future and hope of each faction. How to perform such tasks with confidence.

"You have to think clearly, if we lose this battle, not to mention the disciples, I am afraid that even all the inheritance may be wiped out. At this moment, what else is there to hesitate about?" Mu Kong's eyes flashed and he said coldly.

The other Tongxuan monks present muttered for a moment when they heard this. They all nodded one after another.

Seeing that everyone agreed, the yellow robe lady of Tiangongzong. Mu Kong and the other alliance leaders all had a soothing face.

"Since you all have no opinions, let's each recommend ten True Dan Monks later. The four major sects are more numerous, and each sect sends twenty people, but for the sake of secrecy, don't spread this matter for the time being. Mu Kong said slowly.

Hearing this, the Xuanxuan powers of the other sects all nodded.

After all, the four great Taizong have all reached this point, and they are embarrassed to say anything more.

Just as the powerful cultivators of the Zhongtian Continent were discussing, a few miles away from Nanhui City, in a wasteland in front of the Two Realms Ridge, several looming figures lurked on top of a barren mountain.

These figures did not exude the slightest aura, and they obviously used extremely clever concealment powers.

One of them, a long, black-faced man, poked his head out from behind a rock and looked down at the barren mountain.

At a glance, the hinterland of the Liangjie Ridge as far as the eye can see in front of you is a rolling and steep mountainous area, and in the distance, dense borers are pouring in from several directions, threatening to cover the entire mountain range with a layer of mottled color.

Just the army of the moth clan seen in front of him has reached as many as a million.

And the clouds above these borers are thick, and some flying beasts with blood-colored transparent wings shuttle over the wasteland from time to time, giving people a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

And in the depths of the farther mountains, on a black hill platform made up of tens of thousands of low-level borer insects and beasts, more than a hundred high-level borer tribes gathered in size that were obviously much larger than ordinary borers, as if they were waiting for something.

The black-faced man looked at it for a moment, then turned around and gestured to a few people behind him, and the people quietly lurked forward.

Suddenly, several black lightning bolts flashed in the originally cloudy sky, instantly piercing the sky.

Immediately after, a Dao figure appeared in the middle of the wasteland without warning as the lightning fell, and without seeing how it moved, a black light had swept down, so fast that it was almost like lightning.

"Bad ......"

The black-faced man's face suddenly changed greatly, and a powerful spiritual pressure was released without reservation, and he was actually a powerful cultivator in the early stage of the Heavenly Phenomena.

He slapped his hands in front of his chest like lightning, and with two soft pops, a pair of gray fleshy wings the size of several zhang suddenly appeared behind his back, and with a fierce fan, his body flew out of a hundred zhang away with a blur, dodging the black mangs that shrouded him.

"Huh"

A crisp whisper came from the mouth of the figure in mid-air, and it seemed to be slightly surprised.

Although the black-faced man dodged the past, the remaining few Terran monks did not react at all, and his body was pierced by the black light, and his entire body scattered like an explosion, turning into a place of flesh and blood, and even the primordial god did not escape.

The black-faced man's face changed drastically, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and a cloud of blood mist enveloped his body.

The blood flashed, turning into eight identical figures, galloping away in different directions.

The figure in the air looked at the many blood-colored figures scattered away, snorted coldly in his mouth, raised his hand and clicked a few times at random in the void, and a strange black light appeared on his body again, condensing into eight spears surrounded by black gas in a flash.

With a single hand, the black spear shot out in all directions, and in just a blur, it caught up with the blood-colored figure that was fleeing.

Poof!

A miserable scream came, and the seven blood shadows in mid-air were directly pierced by the black spear, and they dissipated violently, leaving only the blood-colored figure on the far left.

But seeing a giant phantom more than ten feet tall rising behind it, his arms wrapped in blood light crossed in front of the black-faced man, but a very small hole appeared in the giant's arms.

The black-faced man had a frightened look on his face at this moment, his mouth was slightly open, but he could only make a few hoarse sounds from the depths of his throat, and a black spear was leaking out of his chest, and blood flowed down the spear body, but not a drop dropped.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that countless thin hair-like black threads appeared on the black spear, piercing all over the black-faced man's body.

Immediately after, the black-faced man's body quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, it turned into a dried corpse and fell from mid-air.

The figure in mid-air smiled coldly, shook its figure, and disappeared without a trace.

I didn't notice that on the waist of the dried corpse on the ground, a delicate black jade plaque quietly shattered.

In the council hall of Nanhui City, a group of Tongxuan monks were still discussing the matter of the war, and the face of the black-robed lean old man of the Demon Xuanzong suddenly changed.

"Situ Daoyou, but what happened?" The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe of Haoran Academy noticed the change in the expression of the black-robed old man, and asked.

As soon as these words came out, others also looked at them.

The black-robed old man was silent, and with a wave of one hand, a palm-sized round mirror flew out of his sleeve, and the black gas around him was swirling.

He bent his fingers a little, and a black glow shot out from the black round mirror, which opened in mid-air and turned into a curtain of light, and under the flow of the light curtain, a pattern of scenes appeared, which was exactly the situation where several human monks in the Two Realms Ridge were killed.

Seeing this, no one spoke for a while.

"Daoyou Situ, this Celestial Phenomenon Cultivator is Elder Wen of your sect?" After reading it, the Beidou Pavilion Lord suddenly asked.

"Not bad. The lean old man in the black robe looked a little ugly, but he still said slowly.

"This person killed a Heavenly Phenomena Realm monk with a single move, there must be no doubt that he is in the Xuan Realm!" The Pavilion Master of the Beidou Pavilion said with a sinking face.

Xuanyu, Fengqing, Mukong and others heard the words and glanced at each other.

"If the old man is not mistaken, it should be the doppelganger of the mother of the borer. Mu Kong said slowly.

"Yes, judging from the breath and body shape, it is indeed very similar. Hearing this, the thin old man of the Demon Xuan Sect said with an angry face.

In the battle of the Demon Xuanzong, the old man in the black robe had also fought with the mother of the borer, so he was quite familiar with it.

"In this decisive battle, the mother of the borer doppelganger will definitely be here, but I don't know how many doppelgangers there are?" The thick-eyed man of the Heavenly Demon Valley also frowned when he heard this.

"In the early years, I got a magic weapon of the Sky Mirror, which can condense the divine consciousness of several people at the same time, and then expand it in an instant, even if the mother of the moth is higher than the lower one, it will never escape the detection of this mirror, it is better to ask a few Taoist friends to help me and explore the situation of the army of the borer. The Beidou Pavilion Lord's eyes flashed and he said slowly.

"I didn't expect the Lord of the Beidou Pavilion to have such a strange treasure, so without further ado, let's quickly cast a spell and give it a try. If the other party's situation can be detected, the decisive battle will be greatly advantageous, and the old man is confident that the power of his divine sense is still quite strong, and he can help the pavilion master. When the black-robed old man of the Demon Xuanzong heard this, he echoed with great joy.

When the others heard this, they also nodded, and immediately there was a powerful Tongxuan power with the three clear divine senses who were willing to help. (To be continued......) R1292