In the gray wasteland at the junction of the territory of the Golden Throne Holy Clan and the Blood Shadow Holy Clan, there was a demonic aura everywhere, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

More than 1,000 miles wide to the wasteland, all of them are divided into pieces of battlefield, countless lower clans, upper clans, and some holy clans, all of them are fighting each other in this vast killing field, no matter life and death, no matter whether they win or lose!

High in the air, in mid-air, and on the ground, there are fighting figures, and there are everything from the magic pill period to the refining period!

Zhao Di and Jin Yu followed Jin Ling and floated to the sky, watching this unprecedented pomp and circumstance from afar.

For a moment, Zhao Di was puzzled in his heart, because he found that although the number of people participating in the battle was large, there were more people watching the battle, and all of them were fighting one-on-one, and no melee was found, so although the pomp and circumstance were extremely grandiose and huge, the order was good.

And the two people who fought for life and death were quite close in cultivation, Zhao Di glanced at it and didn't find too many examples of difference in cultivation.

"This kind of holy war, once every seven or eight hundred years, is about equivalent to the lifespan of a Demon Pill generation. In other words, even a member of the lower clan generally has one chance to join the holy war once in his life. , Jin Ling saw Zhao Di's doubts and patiently explained.

And Jin Yu is face is excited, such a grand pomp, tens of thousands of life and death battles held at the same time, has made him dizzy, plus there are several refining void period existence, also fierce battles, the battlefield, filled with exciting war drums, all this makes Jin Yu's blood boil.

"Holy wars are like this, two by two, life and death fights, and there is no melee? In the end, how to calculate the victory or defeat between the own clan and the Blood Shadow Clan?" Zhao Di asked Jin Ling, the holy war is related to the division of a large area at the junction of the two clans, involving a large number of resources and the ruling power of many upper and lower demon clans, and it is a big deal for the two clans.

Jin Ling nodded, pointed to these ongoing battles, and said carefully: "Yes, holy wars are all one-on-one life and death battles. However, only monks of the same rank and status were allowed to fight. The Demon Pill Stage Monks of the lower clan can only fight against the Demon Pill Stage Monks who are also lower clans. The Shang Clan fought against the Shang Clan, and the only opponent for the members of the Holy Clan such as us was the Blood Shadow Clan. "Before the battle, each person has to receive a token, not in line with the chalk cultivation, not in line with the identity, the token that can be received is completely different, each person with the token and the opponent of the same level of battle, after the victory, you can usurp the other party's token." , "One side of the Lower Clan Token is equivalent to a Lower Clan victory." Generally speaking, one side of the Upper Clan's Yuan Infant Monk Token is equivalent to ten battles of the lower clan, and the battle of the Transformation Stage is even more valuable, and a battle between the Holy Clans is at least equivalent to a hundred battles between the lower clans. The higher the cultivation of the two sides involved in the war, the greater the value of this one. ”

"The Holy War will continue for a whole year, during which millions of people from both sides will fight to the death here, and most of them will eventually fall here! "So many demon clansmen will die in the holy war" Zhao Di was shocked when he heard this, but he saw that most of these upper and lower clansmen under him had chalky faces, and only a few of them were worried, or worried or frightened.

Obviously, not all of these people were forced to fight, and as far as he knew, the vast majority of fighters who joined the jihad were voluntary.

As if seeing through Zhao Di's thoughts, Jin Ling smiled and said, "Most of these soldiers are willing to participate in the battle. For those monks who are unable to break through the bottleneck of cultivation, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to seek a breakthrough. For some clansmen with lofty aspirations and extreme confidence in their own strength, it is also a rare opportunity for them to step into the upper clan and the holy clan in one fell swoop. "Anyone who wins ten Lower Clan well tests will automatically obtain the status of Upper Clan, and whoever wins ten battles in a row in the Upper Clan battle will also be absorbed into my Holy Clan and become a member of my Holy Clan!"

"That is, if an ordinary member of the Holy Clan can win three games in a row, he can enter the core clan class and have the supreme status. "Every time there is a holy war, my holy clan city has absorbed a lot of talents, and the name of the holy war also comes from this. "Even if you don't have much confidence in your own strength, as long as you hand in the tokens you won, you will get a lot of rewards, which is a great wealth for these upper and lower people." , Jin Ling's words made Zhao Di suddenly realize and understand the general situation of the battle in front of him.

"I don't know how much the other battle of the Holy Taro level is worth?" said Jin Yu with a curl of the corners of his mouth.

Jin Ling was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "It will never be less than a thousand battles of the lower clan." However, in the holy war, there is no such method as the duel of the Holy Son. Lord Saint King asked the two of them to come here, not to participate in the war, but to feel the consciousness and belief of my demon warriors in order to become stronger and fight to the death!

"In addition, there are always some elites whose strength far exceeds that of the same level in the holy war, as well as some fierce battles that have been passed down through the ages, these may be very rare opportunities for them to watch the battle, and they may also be of great help to the two. , Zhao Di shook his head again and again, and said: "Lord Ling's extreme, the juniors just watched it for a moment, and they felt their blood boiling, and their horizons also opened up a lot!"

Jin Yu shook his head with a look of regret on his face: "It's a pity, in the end, the result is still to experience it yourself, so that you can gain a deeper understanding." , Jin Ling smiled silently, and took Zhao Di and the others to continue to float slowly on this battlefield that is thousands of miles wide but I don't know how long.

In the rear of both sides of the war, there were some extremely high cultivation existences, and Zhao Di clearly sensed that there were many extremely high cultivation golden and thin holy breaths not far away.

Presumably, in the rear of the Blood Shadow Clan, there is a similar situation.

There are also monks dressed in certain costumes who travel back and forth between the battlefields, and they are the monks who are responsible for issuing tokens, recording the results of battles, and patrolling the battlefield for unexpected events.

"Huh!" Zhao Di suddenly snorted softly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and stared at a battle below him.

Jin Yu followed Zhao Di's gaze and saw that there was a girl in her early twenties, wielding two glittering flying knife magic weapons, fighting a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body and a giant sword as black as ink.

"It's just an ordinary battle of the Shang Clan, how could Brother Jin Xue be interested" Jin Yu looked at it for a moment, and asked with a frown.

"What, do you know one of them?" Jin Ling also asked, if he wasn't interested in fighting, then he was probably interested in the person fighting.

Zhao Di didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "I just met an old man, but I didn't expect to meet here at this time." , Zhao Di's figure paused, stopped at a high altitude, and silently watched the battle below him.

Jin Ling, who was in front, also slowed down and stopped, without urging Zhao Di.

"Who is his deceased? Probably the man from the upper clan on the side of the chalk table. Jin Yu stopped not far from Zhao Di, and also watched the battle downward, thinking in his heart.

The current battle patterns in the battlefield are all typical competitions between the demon cultivators of the Treasure Refining Clan, and the two of them stand a hundred feet apart, sacrificing their own magic weapons, and competing with each other for various magical means.

Among the two people, the girl is a weak and abnormal appearance, wearing a delicate armor on her body, obviously this woman has not undergone any quenching and tempering, and her opponent, although the body is fat, but the exposed shoulders are also muscular, and there is a very faint black light, it seems that she has specially tempered the body, but in terms of body refining, it is still far from the Holy Clan, but it is barely a Shang clan with all the body treasures.

After a rather martyrdomous fight between the two, the girl finally relied on the advantage of the magic weapon to kill the half-hung body treasure cultivator clan with one blow, and took the storage bag on the other party's body.

"Let's go!" Zhao Di sighed lightly and continued to float towards Jin Ling silently.

The three of them then continued to fly forward slowly, Jin Yuwu shook his head to himself, and pointed to the battle that had just ended: "The cultivation style of the Shang clan is too stupid! It turns out that they all rely on magic weapons to distinguish the winners and losers, if any one of them unintentionally obtains a powerful magic weapon, wouldn't they become a powerful master in one night! The real strength is a strong physical body and supernatural powers, and the magic weapon and magic treasure are just things outside the body, which can only be icing on the cake!"

Zhao Di smiled and said nothing, since Jin Yu was focused on cultivating by the Four Holy Kings, he naturally couldn't feel the helplessness of insufficient cultivation resources.

Whether it is a lower clan or an upper clan, choosing a cultivation style that does not fit is, in the final analysis, because of the limitation of resources, not because of innate stupidity, knowing that there is a more powerful supernatural power, but not cultivating.

The Jin Sha clan's body refining magic power is simply very strong, but the treasure cost is also amazing, the monks of the upper clan can't do it at all, if they just cultivate some fur, just like this half-hung middle-aged man, they draw tiger dogs, and in the end the gains outweigh the losses!

The three of them flew all the way, watching the battle from afar all the way, and occasionally encountered a duel with a high-level monk, they would stay for a while and watch the battle carefully.

In the past few days, Zhao Di has witnessed thousands of demon people dying in battle, this strange holy war of good order and catching and killing, its tragic level is no less than any form of melee!

On this day, a golden light suddenly flew towards Zhao Di and the other three who were continuing to watch the battle on the battlefield.

The golden light flickered, showing a golden thin clan who also had the cultivation of the refining period, and he arched his hand to Jin Lingyi and said: "Brother Jin Ling, the Great Sage King has summoned Brother Jin Ling and the two Holy Sons, please go quickly!"