(Welcome to the favorite book) In the three days of bloody battles, more than half of the monks on the side of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion were lost, and even the Nine Tribulations True Realm lost nearly ten, and even one True Monarch fell.

On the two urn cities, there are traces left after the great war everywhere, and a small half of the urn city has been destroyed by self-explosion, at this time, the monks of the Tianhu Immortal Sect who are defending are busy repairing, and from time to time there are stumps and broken bodies that are excavated from the collapsed city walls.

These sacrificial monks, after a simple convergence, will be transported to the rear for burial, but the vast majority of them have lost their faces at all, leaving only a pool of vague flesh and blood.

More than that, there were barbarian corpses, scattered all over the front of the mountain pass, and strange birds with black fur roared in the air, grabbing a corpse with each claw and heading off into the distance.

This is the common rule between the two sides after the end of every war, if so many barbarian corpses are left in the wild, under the wind and sun, it is very likely to form a terrible plague, even if the monk's body is different from ordinary people, but it may not be able to resist, it is better to let the barbarians transport it back.

As for what to do with it after it is shipped back, that's their business.

It is said that those sacrificial altars need essence blood offerings, and these dead barbarians, the essence blood has almost been exhausted, leaving only a broken body, at most to feed the demon beasts.

The mountain pass in the center of the two urn cities had become a river of blood at this time, meandering away, and the blood water flowed straight to the low-lying place, forming a blood-colored lake with a radius of thousands of feet, and the rich smell of blood with a salty smell enveloped the entire plain.

When the green shoots arrived, this was the scene in front of them.

The ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was born as a true disciple of the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect back then, and it is impossible to know why he came to the Northern Divine Prefecture to create the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but from beginning to end, all the overlord sects of the Mountains and Seas Realm have divided the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion within the sphere of influence of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect.

And the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has been established for tens of thousands of years, and it has indeed been the head of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect, and this subordination relationship has not changed since the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion became the first sect in the Northern Divine Prefecture.

During the war, when Lu Ya'er came, he had already sent a message to inform him that there was no need to mobilize the army, but the scene of a true emperor, nearly ten true monarchs, and a hundred real people coming out to greet him at the same time still shocked the entire Sanqingyuan.

When the gorgeous Dharma Boat arrived, the entire Sanqing Pass was silent, and many monks who were working stopped their movements and looked at this fairy-like woman in a daze.

In a few years, Green Sprouts have lost a little bit of girlishness and more mature charm, and... A sense of mystery.

She slowly walked down from the boat, a light green gauze robe floated in the wind, the sun shone, it seemed that her whole person was shrouded in a layer of faint green light, and in the haze, a pair of eyes that looked forward to the brilliance were extremely bright, full of a lofty temperament, which made people unable to have the courage to look at each other.

Although she is not the kind of peerless beauty, but her dusty temperament is unique, even if a beauty of Mengmi's level is here, it seems that there will be a little less smart fairy intent in comparison.

Behind her, followed by a young monk with a cold face, his cultivation and Lu Ya'er were only between the two, but the whole person was like a spear piercing the sky, with a fierce aura, even the Nine Tribulation masters behind him were faintly shorter than him in terms of momentum.

Behind the two of them, there were two middle-aged monks surrounded by faint visions, and in their lowered eyes, there was a trace of divine light, and they were two true emperors.

Then, there were more than a dozen true monarchs, and as for the real human realm, they were dressed in standard uniforms, two people in a row, and followed at the end in unison like an army.

After everyone was welcomed into the city, the entire mountain pass became lively with a 'boom', and for a while, the killing aura left after the bloody battle was diluted a lot.

"Who's that? It's so beautiful..."

"Tut-tut, if you want to say that my size is also a nine-turn cultivation, I was taken by her, and I almost couldn't even breathe..."

"Haha, you're beautiful, do people look at you?"

"Didn't you notice? Then the first two great powers are true emperors!"

"Shhhh Old Wang, wouldn't it be the legendary Supreme Ancestor of your Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion who stepped forward to greet you?

"In the past few days, there have been rumors that the overlord sect of Zhongshenzhou is coming to help, and these big people are only afraid that they are from Zhongshenzhou!"

"But why are the two Yuan Babies leading the team?"

"Maybe they're Supreme disciples?"

"Hmm... No wonder there is such pomp and circumstance, that is a supreme disciple!"

"Sister Ma, that handsome guy is so handsome..."

"Cut, in my opinion, it's still the one who was offered some time ago is more flavorful!

The battle situation in the past few days has been so tragic that even the atmosphere of the entire Sanqingyuan is very solemn, but at this time, it suddenly 'lived'.

Zhongshenzhou came to help, and the supreme made a move - the word disciple was automatically ignored, the true emperor accompanied him, and the news spread, and for a while, the morale of the monks of Northern Shenzhou increased greatly.

Even the soul prints of the monks who were stored after the death of the battle were originally lying lifeless in the crystal balls, and when they heard the news, they seemed to be much more energetic all of a sudden.

This is also in response to the wish of the True Emperor of the Mandate of Heaven, after a series of bloody battles, such news is needed to inspire people, and the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, which has suffered heavy losses, really needs to use the deterrent power of the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect.

Although the entire Sanqing Yuan defense line is divided by the three major sects, in fact, whether it is the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion or the Tianhu Immortal Sect, only one percent of their own monks are their own monks, and the remaining ninety percent are the disciples of the vassal sects below.

It has only been less than a month since the start of the war, and the monks who went to the urn city have suffered more than 20% casualties, and it is inevitable that there will be some commotion.

The four words "seeing death as home" are easy to write, but too difficult to do after all.

Even if there is a secret technique dedicated to storing soul seals, there seems to be a special magnetic field in this Qitian Mountain Range, as long as the monks below the ninth turn die in battle, nine out of ten will be scattered on the spot, and the remaining one will also be seriously injured, in fact, it is not much different from death.

The monks of Northern Shenzhou are not as fierce as the barbarians, if it weren't for the fact that the disciples of the three major sects often take the lead, and the several overlord sects are prestigious, plus the post-war pensions and rewards for military merits are too rich, it is estimated that there will be only a few left after a few battles.

Even so, at the beginning of the 10,000-year rebellion, there were several mutinies, and afterwards, the three major sects were iron-blooded and ruthless, which stabilized the situation.

Monks, sometimes more afraid of death than mortals.

But there are things that are more terrible than death... () Favorites