The others were silent, but without any delay in their movements, they turned into rainbows and followed behind.

From a distance, they look like a pack of wolves!

He disappeared into the starry sky with Xu Qing.

Just like that, time passes.

The fighting in the left war zone continued and became more and more intense. Gods from other war zones entered one after another, and the hidden armies of monks also appeared one after another.

The entire center of the left-wing theater became a real millstone of flesh and blood.

The universe where the Dao flags are located everywhere has turned into dust.

One after another, the legions of gods turned into corpses.

Buried in the starry sky with countless monks, including those who had ascended away from Xu Qing and his group.

The ascended ones are indeed seeds, but they are also insignificant in this war.

Because only those who grow up are the real ones!

Those who died were all fake.

As a result, the bloody light emanating from the center of the left-wing battle zone became brighter and brighter, and eventually became a torch in the dark night, attracting all eyes and attention.

The goals of both parties seem to be gradually achieved to varying degrees.

Compared with the overall war zone, the two missing peaks of the sacred platform became insignificant, even if the team of gods avoided the battle and were disabled.

In front of the bright light, dust disappears.

Therefore, no one noticed that at the edge of the brighter and brighter light, which had merged into the darkness, the exhausted Xu Qing and his party were gradually moving away.

Slowly approaching the edge of the center of the left-wing theater and the front line.

The closer you get here, the emptier the starry sky becomes, and the heterogeneity becomes also thinner.

Until a certain moment, when he sensed that the foreignness around him had completely disappeared, the aura of the fairy spirit enveloped Xu Qing and his party again.

There is confusion in everyone's eyes.

They rushed out of the central theater.

Stepped into... the frontline theater of the left wing!

From a distance, it can be seen that the barrier formed by the monk's magic is standing in front.

This barrier is boundless, continuous, and shining with splendor.

"Finally, it's out."

Looking at these, Zhou Zhengli murmured, his eyes were now dark red, and he was seriously injured.

Everyone else was like this. They all came here and saw the monk barrier in the distance, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

And looking at the starry sky here, the stars are shining brightly. That is because the authentic flags are still there, so there is no foreignness and the fairy spirit is rich.

At the same time, for Xu Qing and his party, this sufficient fairy aura has also become a supplement to the serious injuries at this moment.

However, it was obvious that there was still a short distance from being truly safe here, so Xu Qing and his party only rested briefly and moved forward immediately.

All the way towards the vast barrier formed by the monks' spells in front.

Until an hour later, when approaching the barrier, a vast thought, with solemnity and majesty, spread from the barrier, instantly covering Xu Qing and others.

Accompanying this thought was a slightly surprised voice.

"Who is coming!"

This sound echoed in the minds of Xu Qing and his group, like thunder, causing them to stop one after another.

Xu Qing stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.
Chapter completed!