"arrive."

Lin Chen suddenly stood up in the flying boat, and he felt a different atmosphere in the space.

He quickly came to the deck and looked up. The vast battlefield was covered with densely packed flying boats and city defense buildings. Countless monks of various races stood among them. It was so spectacular.

I can't tell whether it's a spell or the power of the various arts of cultivation. In short, the whole world is filled with these murderous intentions and becomes colorful.

Lin Chen looked to both sides. The width of the battle line was beyond comprehension, as if the fighting had reached the end of the world.

In fact, it wasn't much different. He looked towards the other side of the battle line.

It was also an endless darkness, without sunlight, and even vision was blocked halfway.

That is the eternal frontline of the world. All monsters below the Yuanxiang realm are charging towards this direction without fear of death. The suicidal attacks make the hundreds of millions of monks in Cangyun tired to parry.

However, their side always maintained the upper hand, and countless Yongyuan monsters were killed and annihilated.

The battlefield is ruthless, the creatures are bleeding, and death is no longer the biggest fear here.

Here are the two largest meat grinders in the world.

The Yuanhui legion stopped, and countless supporting monks stood ready, staring intently at the chaotic color ahead.

"There are still three days to go before we can reach the battlefield. Now is the time to prepare for war." Quan Zongqi stood next to Lin Chen and said seriously, and the latter nodded solemnly.

Lin Chen could see the battlefield ahead, but at this moment they were still some distance away from the battlefield, otherwise how could he have been able to see such a vast defense line.

In just one glance, hundreds of millions of miles have passed by.

"This thing, like a mirage, alerts all soldiers, otherwise no one would know how terrifying the battlefield is." Although he has seen the scene here many times, Quan Zongqi still marvels at the power of war.

Tearing apart all existence.

Lin Chen turned his head and looked at the huge battleship "Whale". There were blurry figures there, but they were extremely sacred.

They are the top commanders of this support, and they are almost all big bosses in the realm of gods.

On the flying boat, countless monks are watching. Before every war, these big guys will appear to mobilize.

Fortunately, everyone is a practitioner, so this process seems very short, and it ends with the sound of "Cang Yun Yong Chang".

The four-character mantra seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it quickly resounded on all the flying boats, and the Yuanhui Legion's fleet of more than 100,000 people set sail again.

This time, the speed was astonishing, and with some unimaginable sharpness, it went straight through the thirteen lines of defense.

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Killing the enemy is the most difficult thing for the Thirteenth Defense Line today, because they really can't defeat them, and the losses in every battle are increasing at an alarming rate.

Everyone felt extremely frustrated because they couldn't beat him, and there were clear instructions from above not to explode their power, so as not to alarm the Yongyuan monster on the opposite side.

But today, morale on the battlefield is high.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Everyone - bloody battle!" A resounding voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears, and the next moment, the monks were in an uproar.

"Hahahaha, it's finally here, I can finally let go and kill." These years, they have lived an extremely difficult life. They can't fight with all their strength, and they can't retreat. They can only find ways to block the monsters on the opposite side.

"This time, I'll avenge my shame." There were many ruthless people in the decoration, and they couldn't help but get excited at this moment.

Although the war was intense and they had no time to spare, everyone knew how the other defense lines looked at them. Every day, when dawn came, they thought it was others looking at them with ridicule.

The sounds of killing in their ears sounded like suspicion from others, which made them helpless.

However, things are different now. The time to fight back has come and it is time for them to clear their names.

"kill!"

"Let those monsters know that death and annihilation are their only way back!"

Billions of flying boats rose at the same time, and the bright energy brought the end of life to the monsters in Yongyuan. Countless foundations were evaporated across hundreds of thousands of miles between the two sides, and the tide of spiritual power faced tit-for-tat with the darkest ashes.

After the two sides stopped the meaningless exchange of bombardments, the Yuanhui Legion arrived carrying hundreds of millions of flying boats.

"——The edge of the blue clouds, breaking through the boundless!"

With an angry shout, three thousand flying boats formed the sharpest position, followed by countless monks on both sides and behind.

"Anyone who prevents my Cang Yun from prospering will be destroyed! World!!!"

Thirty gods appeared at the front. At this moment, they no longer covered themselves up, and their brilliant divine power came out with oppression. Countless eyes that were difficult to look at were shattered, bringing with them a massive amount of death and ashes.

In the Seventh Fleet, Lin Chen's blood boiled coldly at some point. He felt that his power was growing crazily, and he wanted to compete with the god. No! He wanted to be more dazzling.

Of course, he suppressed this forcefully, and he had not yet expanded to that point.

"This dazzling battlefield is the ultimate pursuit of my pursuit." Maybe it was the Wurtless Death Mysterious Technique that affected him, or maybe he chose the Futile Death Mysterious Technique, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Yes, this is his deepest wish.

"——Raise the flag!"

At the command, a figure on the flying boat straightened up, waved its long arms, and waved a flag representing the Seventh Fleet, shining alone in this evil battlefield.

That person is the flag bearer of the Seventh Fleet, with a cultivation level at the peak of the Yuan Xiang Realm. That flag is where his life lies. If he is alive, the flag will be there, and the Seventh Fleet will always be the Seventh Fleet. If he

If you die, you must fall before the flag. From then on, the Seventh Fleet will no longer be the Seventh Fleet today.

As the dazzling light lit up, the next moment, hundreds of flying boats were flying flags simultaneously.

This means that all airships are ready and can charge into the boundless battlefield with the main ship at any time.

With pride growing in his heart, Lin Chen finally experienced the joy of wielding Wu Yixian. In an instant, the pale true energy gathered into a sword, and Void also avoided the sharp edge.

"The seventh position, the goal is only the first, either leave your name in the sky, or the tide will flow endlessly!"

Either he becomes the brightest star in the sky, or he becomes a pile of withered bones in the world of eternity, not remembered by the world, not praised by the younger generations. In this moment, the momentum of hundreds of thousands of monks can change the sky.

"kill!"

The command rang in everyone's ears, and hundreds of spaceships shook wildly, and then disintegrated in front of everyone's eyes.

The flying boats in the Yongyuan world have never been used for transportation. They are also participants in wars.

The disintegrated airship turned into a faint blue light and merged into the bodies of all the monks on the hundreds of airships. Only the flag was controlled by the chess players and became the logo of the fleet.
Chapter completed!