The first thousand five hundred and twenty-eight chapters start the war
Just when Qin Fengming was having a great time in the deep sea, within the forbidden area of the Jiaolong clan, a sudden change occurred on a vast continent thousands of miles away.
On this vast expanse of land, there is a relatively narrow connecting section in the middle.
Although this narrow connecting part is not big, compared to the huge area connected to it, this narrow area is tens of millions of miles away.
In such a vast area, there were originally two narrow areas tens of millions of miles wide that were shrouded in thick fog all year round.
The thick fog that surrounds these two areas usually has extremely powerful psychedelic effects. Even if a monk who transforms into an infant enters it, he usually cannot come out in a short time.
On this day, many monks who were patrolling the periphery of these two vast areas were suddenly startled by a dull roaring sound.
Because the dull roaring sound came from the area called the ancient battlefield dozens of miles away.
"Ah, could it be... is the War of the Three Realms finally about to begin?"
This thought was something that all the monks thought of almost simultaneously when they heard the dull and distant roaring sounds.
Among these patrolling monks, there were many powerful men in the realm of infant transformation. With their bodies moving, the monks stood up one after another and flew towards the place usually shrouded in thick fog.
Looking at the extremely thin mist in front of them, the powerful monks did not break in directly. Instead, they released their spiritual consciousness and quickly scanned into the mist.
After a moment, everyone showed solemn expressions, turned their hands down, and fired out a transmission note.
The number of monks patrolling these two vast areas was not too many, and there were only more than a hundred in total. But in just one meal, dozens of transmission notes were fired away.
These transmission symbols only paused briefly in some places, and then a larger number of transmission symbols shot out in all directions.
In just half a day, almost all the leaders of major sects or immortal cultivating families on this extremely vast continent had received a transmission note in their hands.
There are only a few numbers on the transmission note: "Ancestor, the fog around the ancient battlefield has begun to dissipate."
These transmission notes were like the call for battle. As the transmission notes were scattered, countless mountains and dense forests and hidden places within millions of miles around the two vast ancient battlefields appeared one after another.
figure of a monk.
Among the monks who appeared, those with the lowest cultivation level were in the middle stage of foundation building.
These monks suddenly appeared. Although their expressions were slightly nervous, they did not show any signs of panic. Under the leadership of the powerful monks, they all gathered towards the gathering place that had been negotiated long ago.
Suddenly, tens of millions of monks were flying over the vast area and shooting.
Such a huge scene is definitely the first time in this continent in hundreds of thousands of years.
On the entire continent, when many sect monks were sending messages to gather and prepare, suddenly several rays of escaping light were shot out from the two vast ancient battlefields that were originally shrouded in thick fog.
The speed of these escaping lights is so fast that even the early stage monks cannot catch the slightest breath.
Everyone only felt a slight energy fluctuation in the air. When they focused their attention to identify it carefully, the slight energy fluctuation had disappeared dozens of miles away.
Seeing the several rays of light shooting out from the sealed ancient battlefield, all the Yingying monks present were shocked, but after only a brief pause, they all calmed down.
Although everyone knows that the Three Realms War will break out within one or two years, everyone knows that even if the power of the spatial interface restriction is really weakened, it will not be stable instantly. This will take at least several days.
Only then can the monks be allowed to enter the passage.
And judging from the faint aura revealed by the escaping light just now, there is no doubt that the person in those escaping lights must be human monks.
Although everyone was puzzled by how many powerful human beings shot out from the ancient battlefield, there was no panic under the comfort of the infant transformation monks on site.
Changle Country, in the Yellowstone Mountains, was where the Yangyan Gate originally was.
At this time, in the main hall of Yang Yan Sect, there were no less than twenty great monks in the late stage of Infant Transformation who showed great pressure and were sitting upright.
As the three transmission notes shot away, the three monks sitting upright stood up almost at the same time.
"Fellow Taoists, the restrictions on the periphery of the two ancient battlefields have been weakened. It seems that the war between the three realms that occurs once every 150,000 years is finally about to begin."
One of them, an old man who looked to be only in his fifties, had a calm expression. He glanced at everyone present and spoke in a very calm tone. There was no unusual fluctuation in his voice.
This old man is none other than Master Qin Fengming, Zhuang Daoqin, one of the five great cultivators of Manghuang Mountain.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist Zhuang is saying that the power of the interface restriction has begun to weaken and the space crack has officially formed?"
After Zhuang Daoqin finished speaking, he paused for several breaths, and finally, amid a period of calm, someone asked.
Although Zhuang Daoqin is only in the late stage of Huaying, and among the many monks here, there are several who are at the peak of Huaying, but Zhuang Daoqin is sitting in the middle of the main hall in the main position. These monks at the peak of Huaying are incomparable.
How can one be disrespectful to him?
"The spatial cracks will not be formed at this time, but the power of the interface should be slowly weakening at this time. Fellow Taoists, don't be anxious. As long as you wait for the return of a few fellow Taoists, you will know the specific situation in the ancient battlefield.
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Before the old man among them could speak, a monk next to him who looked to be only in his thirties or forties at the peak of Huaying Peak spoke. His expression was calm, as if he was not affected at all by the upcoming war of the three realms.
In this hall, those sitting upright at this time are only a small number of the great monks from the Yuanfeng Empire who will participate in the Three Realms War. More great monks are leading the monks from various places to prepare to fight against the first wave of demons and evil spirits.
Attack of ghosts.
Half a day later, six or seven extremely fast rays of light shot out from outside the Yellowstone Mountains. After only a brief pause at the restricted area of the Yangyan Sect, they shot directly into the main hall where the great monks were sitting.
middle.
"Ah, Senior Brother Wei Ming and some fellow Taoists have arrived. I'll go and greet them."
As those rays of escaping light approached, Zhuang Daoqin, who was sitting in the center, stood up again and spoke with a slightly joyful expression. As he spoke, he had already stood up and walked towards the outside of the hall. He was extremely fast, almost in a flash, and
We reached the steps outside the main hall.
"Junior Brother Zhuang, fellow Taoists, I am lucky enough to live up to my mission. At this time, we are in two ancient battlefields, one is in the Huoliu Valley near the southeast, and the other is in the east where Wuyin Peak is.
An accident has occurred in a vast area that is hundreds of miles wide and thousands of miles long. There are roaring sounds in the space, and the vitality of the nearby heaven and earth has become extremely turbulent. It seems that within a few days, the space cracks will
, will be generated, and the Three Realms War will officially break out..."