"Lord Longzu, with an army of five thousand Shura, so little?"

Hearing the words of the Suiren clan, the expressions of the other elders froze.

They were all holding back their strength to meet their own coach, but now it's good, they don't even have a chance to play.

"Actually, one of the Dragon Ancestors is enough!" Looking at the elders who were eager to try, the Suiren Ancestor poured a basin of cold water on his head.

He was right, the Dragon Ancestor was a Dao Ancestor-level existence, and it was only an instant matter for one person to make a move and take back the Sect.

"Then we want to go too....." Boiling C and others are unwilling.

"You guys should wait a few more days, I believe that the head of the sect will return soon!" Seeing this, the Suiren Ancestor shook his head helplessly.

Now the whole sect is looking forward to the return of their masters, and then they can participate in the great war in the west.

Who knew that at such a critical moment, the head of his own sect was actually blocked in the east by the demon clan..... so it was strange that the elders in the sect were not in a hurry.

"Since it is arranged by the master, the old man will leave!" After hearing Leng Yan's arrangement in the main hall, Long Zu directly flashed out of the main hall.

"Alas, I hope Lord Longzu can return early with the Sect Master, I heard that tens of millions of monks of the Feng Clan have been surrounded, and it is exciting to think about it, this kind of big war ....... Tsk tsk!"

An elder licked his lips excitedly.

Just when Kunlun Ruins was looking forward to it, Long San received a jade slip.

After reading the contents of the jade slip, Long San's face instantly turned pale, and he almost sat down on the ground.

"It's over, it's all over....now the Feng clan is all finished......"

Ryuzo muttered to himself as if he had lost his soul.

And at this time, her face and clothes also began to change slowly, and an extremely beautiful face appeared in front of Leng Yan.

Perhaps because of the loss of his mind, Long San actually revealed his true colors.

"Hmm, this is?" Leng Yan was surprised, he had already known that Long San was the contemporary style master, but when she really appeared, he was still amazed by her face.

"What's going on?" Leng Yan asked.

"The Wind Clan is over, there are tens of millions of troops of the Immortal Domain Alliance in the front, and tens of millions of troops in the Immortal Land Alliance, and they have been surrounded on the border of the Xuanying Immortal State..... Long San's face was gloomy.

Even though she has now broken away from the Feng Clan, when she really knew that the entire Feng Clan was about to be encircled and suppressed, her mind was still lost!

"Caught in front and back?" Leng Yan frowned.

His Dragon Flame Legion had just been blocked by the Demon Clan's army, and now the Feng Clan had heard such news again.

"No, I can't watch the Feng Clan all fall in the Kyushu Immortal Land like this!" In a moment, Long San seemed to burst out of the momentum of his whole body, and he was about to break out of the big tent.

"Long San, what are you doing?" Leng Yan shook his head speechlessly.

This woman is like this, she has no opinion at all at the critical moment, even the phoenix master of the half-step Dao Ancestor is no exception.

"I can't watch the Feng Clan be wiped out!" Long San's face was firm.

"Didn't I say that now the Wind Clan is surrounded by tens of millions of monks, and you can break the siege with just one and a half step path ancestors?"

Leng Yan said angrily.

In the event of such a big battle, it is no longer a half-step Dao Ancestor who can turn the tide, and even if the existence of the Dao Ancestor level comes, it will not be able to set off many storms.

Tens of millions of saint-level collisions, this kind of fluctuation can definitely destroy the world.

As soon as Leng Yan's words fell, Long San's body froze.

"Even if you can't break the siege, you have to try, with me, at least the Feng clan won't be so helpless!"

If she was still the Phoenix Lord, at least she wouldn't bring the Feng Clan to this point.

"Without further ado, I'm on the move!"

Gritting his teeth, Long San knew that once he left Leng Yan, the hope of finding the Lord of Heaven would become very slim in the future, but there was no way, she had to go back now.

"Alas, I'm really convinced of you, let me think about it, if I can, maybe I can help you!" Looking at Long San's lonely face, after sighing slightly, Leng Yan spoke.

"What? Can you help me? You might as well deal with your army of five million demons first."

When Long San heard this, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in his heart.

She knew that Leng Yan should want to help her, but the reality was too cruel, let alone Leng Yan, even adding the entire dragon clan might not be able to help her.

"Well, since you don't believe it, then you should go first!"

Leng Yan waved his hand, anyway, he didn't have a good impression of that fake phoenix master, and it was also appropriate to let them suffer.

And, to be honest, if Leng Yan wants to help the Wind Clan, it's really simple,

As long as you send troops to Ruinan Immortal County, you can break the rear of the Immortal Alliance and give the Feng clan a chance to breathe.

"Take care, if I can still come back, I hope you can keep your oath and take me to the Lord of Heaven!"

After taking a deep look at Leng Yan, Long San didn't hesitate anymore and went directly out of the big tent.

"Well, to help or not to help?"

Looking at the back of Long San leaving, Leng Yan actually fell into deep thought.

Just when the wind and clouds were surging on the immortal land, in the endless void, there was a bronze ancient hall floating.

This ancient hall exuded a black chaotic ancient aura, but looking at the aura, it was a few grades higher than the aura above the immortal land.

"Well, what's going on, why are there a large number of monks gathered on the Immortal Land?"

At this moment, a voice of doubt came from the ancient hall.

"How is it possible for a large number of monks to gather? At the beginning, it was nine years after the big war was promised, and now it ......"

Another voice was full of disbelief.

"Well, what? Is there really a large number of monks gathering? What are they going to do? The Heaven and Earth Sacrifice has not yet begun!"

Another voice flashed with a hint of anxiety.

"Quick, hurry up and give the Year Beast a jade slip, let it hurry up to stop the big war, in case the number of people in the next nine years is not enough, won't we fall short!"

There seemed to be a lot of people in this hall, and the timbre of each one was different.

But fortunately, Leng Yan is not here, otherwise he would definitely drop his jaw in shock, because every voice here is familiar to him, very familiar.....

After these voices sounded, a jade slip with a black ancient aura flew out of the bronze ancient hall and flew in the direction of Heiyan Immortal Prefecture.

Ignoring Xianlu's side, in the chaotic world on the other side, a black-robed man and eight purple-robed monks were sitting here.

Their bodies are fluorescent, obviously penance.

"Emperor, I already feel that the situation outside is a little uncontrollable, do you have to wait?"

After a long time, a purple-robed man slowly opened his eyes, his face full of worry.

"Don't wait? Do you think we have a chance to get out of this world ahead of time?"

Soon, the black-robed man slowly raised his head.

As soon as this person raised his head, his face was exactly the same as Leng Yan's previous life, Luo Fang.

That's right, he is none other than the master of the Kyushu Immortal Land, the Emperor of Shenzhou!

(End of chapter)