The horn of war has sounded, and the army of the Wu clan under Buzhou Mountain is marching towards Buzhou Mountain step by step. The eyes of the demon clan all over the mountain are fierce, revealing their claws and looking at the Wu clan approaching step by step, in the rear Bai Ze calmly looked at the sky, not long ago he was still in the dark prison, and now he has become the general of the demon clan in Buzhou Mountain, and now even the demon saint has to obey his command, but he is not sure that he can stop the pace of the Wu clan's advance.

Woo!!

With the sound of the horn, the real war officially began, and the dense supernatural powers covered the sky and the sun, from the beginning the two sides did not spare their hands, and both entered the greatest strength to harvest each other's lives, and when hundreds of thousands of lives were lost, the two lich clans made important contact with each other.

In the melee, no one flinched, forward, forward! until he fell down and turned into flesh, using the last trace of strength, small supernatural powers, great supernatural powers, as long as he could kill the enemy in front of him, even if he wanted to cut his throat with his teeth.

The battlefield in units of 100 million is full of madness, and at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a layer of blood-colored mud is piled up to the corner, which is the result of countless flesh and blood.

In this war, whether it is Taiyi Golden Immortal, Da Luo Golden Immortal, or Xuan Immortal, they are not distinguished from high or low and turn into a part of the blood-colored mud, and the corpses scattered in the sky are as many as rain, and the corpses of their companions are stepped on on the ground and pierce the sharp blades into the enemy's body, and the touch of the sharp blades tearing the flesh makes everyone even more crazy, and the noble immortals are like mortals who have lost their minds.

Bai Ze roared and passed on the order, in this battle of hundreds of millions of living beings, even if it is difficult to play a role in high tactics, and then millions of people are killed every second, and tens of millions of people join every second in the battlefield, any array has lost its meaning, only constant fighting, fighting, fighting, defense and attack composed of blood and flesh, advancing with sacrificing countless lives, and sacrificing countless lives to stop the advance, when the number of people on the battlefield exceeds a certain number, all that remains is the battlefield that consumes each other, a battlefield that consumes lives。

With the Buzhou Mountains and the Flood Continent as the boundary, an incomparably cruel war is being waged, with more than hundreds of millions of creatures fighting, this is a battle without the meaning of war, there is no so-called tactics, the battle array, just like a group of hooligans fighting, in the eyes of anyone who knows tactics is a farce, but when they see the scale of this war, everyone has nothing to say.

This is a battlefield that cannot be described by tactics, when you want to make a pocket on the battlefield to divide the time to kill 100,000 people, millions of people have already pressed over, and when the number exceeds the limit of what tactics can reach, it will be a barbaric and unreasonable battlefield. (Pocket: Deliberately place a gap for enemy troops to enter, and then divide a small portion of the enemy army to eat.) ）

Death will attract death, flesh will attract greedy devourers, at the very edge of the battlefield, the Styx Ancestor and the Shura King are quietly eating the flesh on the ground, not far from the two of them, the two Rakshasa Kings are also doing the same thing, and farther behind, countless blood cultivators who are destined for their lives are like flies devouring the blood qi emanating from the air.

This is a normal war even if Da Luo Jin Immortal falls, the battlefield is sprinkled with the flesh and blood of countless immortals, it is something that countless blood cultivators dream of, even if they just swallow a mouthful, they can top ten thousand years of cultivation, but they don't have the courage and strength to enter the edge of the battlefield like a blood sea vein, they can only unwillingly absorb the blood qi that fills the air from a distance.

Countless blood cultivators were like flies half standing far away from the battlefield, and in the distance, countless great supernatural beings who did not participate looked at the battlefield quietly, and some people even looked up at the sky, hoping that the saints could take action to stop this battlefield that could no longer be described in tragic words.

In the chaos, in the Zixiao Palace, the saints were engrossed in refining a magic weapon, and even if they found out about the war on Buzhou Mountain, they had no intention of stopping it, and they didn't even have the idea of leaving Zixiao Palace.

The six saints joined forces to refine a scroll like something, the scroll is between the unreal and the reality of the continuous transformation, one will become transparent, one will become real, this is a scroll completely compiled by the law, without adding any heaven and earth treasures, borrowing the power of the six saints, the law is hard to embody.

It's just like the Yin and Yang Force back then, but the scroll is different from the Yin and Yang Force, the Yin and Yang Force is like a mass of gas, and the scroll is closer to the real thing, to be precise, the saints want to refine it into a real thing, and the two words are compiled with countless rules on the scroll, and it can be vaguely seen that it is "Fengshen".

In the endless battlefield, for every person who dies, there is a point of light the size of a firefly flying out, and the entire battlefield is full of light, as beautiful as countless fireflies flying, such a scene can not be sensed or seen even if it is a quasi-saint, it is a scene that only a saint can see, and each point of light represents the fall of an immortal.

The point of light travels through space, flies through the chaos into the Zixiao Palace and merges with the scroll, as the point of light joins, the scroll converts between fantasy and reality more and more slowly, staying in reality for longer and longer, and is changing to the real thing bit by bit.

Looking at the ever-changing scroll, the saints smiled, after nearly half a tribulation of refining time, plus the spirit of the immortal who died in the second tribulation, this scroll finally has the hope of refining, this is a magic weapon that carries the hope of the third tribulation, and even the magic weapon of all the hope of the tribulation, a magic weapon that can protect the world.

While the Wu Clan and the Demon Race were fighting for the reproduction of the race, the Saints were already planning the third, fourth, and even immeasurable tribulations.

The saints see the problem more thoroughly than anyone else, they can see through time and space, see the direction of the future, although they can't know everything, but they have a vague sense of what will happen in the future, what should they do better, the second tribulation is just a farce in their eyes, the real war has just begun.

"They are saints, they are at the same level as the Heavenly Dao and can even be said to be beyond the existence of the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao will die in the immeasurable calamity, but the saints will not, so they have to fight, they have to resist the destined ending, they will never succumb to the immeasurable calamity and the ending arranged by the Heavenly Dao, they will resist by any means, but they don't know that what they do is exactly in the calculations of the Heavenly Dao and some people. I'm right! ”

Ming took Xinyan's hand and looked at Dieyi on the right, and around her was Yuxuan, Huoyu and Tianman and others looked at Dieyi vigilantly.