"Have you heard? In this battle, it is said that no one from the Nine Star Sect will participate in it. Before the battle began, several people from Dan City whispered.

Someone sneered and said, "The Nine Star Sect has risen now, probably because it likes a comfortable and enjoyable life." ”

"Hehe, such a sect can be passed down for a long time?"

"Shhh, be quiet, if someone hears it, and then it reaches the ears of the Nine Star Sect, you feel good, and now the Nine Star Sect is very angry. ”

“......”

Many people talked about it, and no one would say good things about the Nine Star Sect not participating in the battle.

What's more, as if he had grasped the handle of the Nine Star Sect, he kept saying that he would not stop.

Regardless of whether the Nine Star Sect participates or not, this battle will continue as usual.

When the hundreds of thousands of armies of the three clans of demons and demons gathered together, even if they stood quietly in place, there was a rush of battle intent.

When the monks of all tribes moved, the earth began to tremble.

"This battle will be a decisive battle, whether you can completely drive out the alien race depends on your performance in this battle!"

"Drive out the aliens, drive out the aliens, drive out the aliens. Countless powerhouses roared at the same time, and their voices were deafening.

Countless monks gathered together, like a black oppressive cloud, with the suppression before the storm, and rushed slowly and orderly towards the place occupied by the alien race.

Many alien races came to the Xuanhuang World just to gain resources and survive better.

But this touched the interests of the monks of the Xuanhuang World, and the Xuanhuang World was so big that it could not allow more people to share it together.

Therefore, in order to protect their homeland and interests, the strong people and demons of the three tribes, who were hostile in the past, did not hesitate to join forces to fight against the alien race.

In the face of the attack of the powerhouses of the Xuanhuang World, many monks of the alien race were ready.

Although their number is small, many of them are equipped with special skills and extraordinary strength.

The two sides converged in a huge basin, looking at each other at a distance of several thousand meters, and the momentum had already begun to collide.

For the aliens, this is also a battle between victory and defeat, and they must be able to show their full strength.

"Farewell!" In another, quieter place, Wu Potian hugged his fists.

The Heavenly Apocalypse Dao Monarch nodded and said, "We are waiting for your good news! No one can help you in that place, it all depends on your own performance." ”

Wu Potian's expression was solemn, and he strode away, his task was very important, to plug the big hole in the sky, so that he could restore the strength of the powerhouse of the Xuanhuang World and completely eradicate the alien race.

When Wu Potian left, the Heavenly Apocalypse Daojun and the Guiru Daojun beside him glanced at each other, and the two nodded solemnly, and at the same time stepped towards the battlefield.

Whether Wu Potian succeeds or not will determine whether he can completely prevent the alien race from continuing to descend.

And the main battlefield here is to decide whether they can do their best to wipe out the alien race, rather than let them continue to take root and develop in the Xuanhuang world.

The victory or defeat of these two battlefields is extremely important, and Wu Potian's Guiru Daojun can't help, so they can only kill the enemy on the frontal battlefield.

Not only the Heavenly Apocalypse Dao Monarch, but also the Demon Venerable, and the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan all appeared on the battlefield, and they were magnificent.

The powerhouses of the Xuanhuang World were waiting, and the huge battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

When Wu Potian cast a spell and opened a mysterious entrance, the Heavenly Apocalypse Dao Monarch who sensed this qiē shouted angrily: "Fight!"

The strength of the Heavenly Apocalypse Dao Monarch is strong, and some people think that he is the first person in the Xuanhuang world.

At this moment, under his roar, the morale of many powerhouses in the Xuanhuang World has improved, and they can originally exert ten percent of their strength, but now they can exert eleven percent or even more.

This is the magic method of saying what he says and controlling the Great Dao, and one sentence can make hundreds of thousands of monks have stronger fighting spirit.

However, after a sentence, the Heavenly Apocalypse Dao Monarch aged a lot, and his expression looked a little tired.

"Kill!"

Countless Xuanhuang World monks roared at the same time and rushed forward.

This is only a frontal battlefield, plus on other battlefields, the number of Xuanhuang World powerhouses participating in this battle exceeds one million.

Not to be outdone, the aliens resisted.

The two torrents were moving forward rapidly, colliding in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and stumps and severed arms were everywhere.

Those who are qualified to rush to the front are all strong, and the worst is also the realm of the Xuanhai Seven or Eight Heavens, but even so, the moment the two sides collided, they couldn't resist the huge impact at all, except for the more powerful Lingtai Realm monks, the other monks died tragically on the battlefield almost instantly.

The blood-dripping blade pierced the enemy's chest, and the wielder was so powerful that he tossed and turned around the battlefield and was soon dyed into a bloody man.

This swordsman had not experienced much blood, and now he had slain the alien race, but he did it smoothly without the slightest hesitation.

But he was soon targeted by the alien powerhouse, and several alien monks besieged him at the same time.

This Terran monk of the Xuanhai Realm could only roar unwillingly, no matter how strong his sword was, it could not face so many enemies at the same time.

In just a few moments, his body was covered with wounds, and Sen Bai's bones were exposed to the air, and if he hadn't supported his body with his sword, he would have fallen directly to the ground.

Just when a few alien races were about to kill the killer, other alien powerhouses came to this side, distracting the attention of the alien powerhouses, so that the monk could survive.

The swordsman was lucky enough to be spared death at a critical moment.

This kind of picture happened in every corner of the battlefield, but there were not many lucky people like him, and countless monks fell to the ground, letting out unwilling wails.

The bitter battle filled the air with the smell of blood, which was disgusting.

At such a moment, some people can't help but think of the pictures recorded in ancient books.

100,000 years ago, it was said that there were seven great powers in the world, and each country was at its peak and was said to be able to crush any of today's forces.

At that time, the Xuanhuang world was highly hierarchical, and the strength of the battle was even stronger, and countless soldiers would fight in array, crushing many worlds around them with iron hooves.

If that kind of system still exists, the alien race in front of me can't become a climate at all, right?

However, many people soon did not dare to think so, because there was no freedom under that system, and it has been criticized countless times in the history books.

Although there are some small dynasties in the world today, their strength is not even comparable to the ordinary golden power.

In the battlefield, the Xuanhuang World relied on its numerical superiority, and after paying the price of countless lives, its momentum gradually overwhelmed the alien race.