From beginning to end, the eighth battlefield opened by Yongyuan was not for you and me to come and go.

It took tens of millions of years for the seven immortal sects to advance inch by inch, making too many people feel the protracted battle between the two realms and forget the initial period of the Cangyun Realm's invasion of Yongyuan.

The sky fell, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the heaven and the earth turned upside down. During those years, even the true immortals did not have the slightest rest. They fought frantically just to shorten the time for the subsequent encroachment.

The eighth battlefield is destined to be more violent than those unrelated years, because the two worlds have been connected, and either you die or I live.

This is Yongyuan's hope for counterattack. As Leng Xiao said, the seven immortal sects have given up hope for Yongyuan. They have no way out and can only fight back here.

It seems that after everything becomes clear, this eighth battlefield is also a conspiracy...

"Emperor...are you ready?" After all the information was exchanged, everyone said to themselves.

Does the emperor know such news? They should know. In fact, they can also accurately know the movements on the battlefield of the seven immortal sects, and which immortal sect exerts greater pressure on Yongyuan.

Can 'Ambush from Flying Daggers' succeed, or will it be destroyed?

"Inform Taotie Palace that the medium of the second secret realm is ready, and the key to the first secret realm will be sent to me."

In Mingjing City, the ten conductors on the Qiongqi Sifang Platform have made a decision.

"Notify Yongzhu Palace and ask them to find a way to find the location of Yongyuan Passage."

"Inform Chaos and you can leave the Imperial City and go to the Ninth Beacon Tower of Ming Prison."

"In addition, let the forces below gather strength. I don't want to see the losses increase. If they cannot hold on, their existence will be meaningless."

"Mingyu City - open the city gate and kill the enemy!"

One after another orders spread from the Sifangtai to all directions. This imperial domain born for war finally turned into a machine and bloomed in all directions.

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On the vast battlefield, the dark cracks between Lin Chen and the demon spirits have begun to close.

Blood flowed out from their seven orifices, but neither of them paid attention.

Their battle has lasted for almost three years without any intermission.

Countless lives were lost on both sides because of them. Now, the five dazzling spots on the battlefield are already feared by everyone.

They are their respective beacons. Years of fighting have become the beliefs that many people adhere to. No one wants them to fall, but at the same time, they are also afraid of a confrontation at this level, which is more terrifying than those venerables.

Under the mask of the evil ghost, Lin Chen gasped. His heart was shattered again by the heavy hammer before, and his internal organs were completely destroyed. The hearts that were finally condensed were covered with cracks.

If it weren't for the fusion of immortal body power, pure physical damage would no longer be enough to cause death. Both of them would have died countless times.

On the opposite side, the demon spirits are obviously not much better, and can even be said to be even worse.

The power similar to true energy in the body is stagnant, the blood is stagnant, the bones are stiff until they break at the touch, and even the soul is trembling under the absolute ice.

Separated in an instant, the two collided wildly again, and Zong Shao's voice came quietly and cautiously from the evil ghost mask.

"Several landlords, the Imperial City has issued an edict, asking you to use all your strength to hold these immortals. You cannot let them go back to the Immortal Sect battlefield, and you do not need to deliberately pursue and kill them."

His pale pupils reflected the demon spirit holding a giant hammer that seemed to be smashing the world to pieces. He suddenly sneered, "You seem to be in a hurry for time."

The demon screamed wildly, "You seem to know something? But so what? Do you want to keep me?"

Shaking his head, Lin Chen shook off the shock of the giant hammer, "No..."

"I'm just a little pity, time seems to be a little tight, I have to hurry up, otherwise... I may not be able to keep you!"

"Keep you...completely in this sea area!"

In his eyes, pale blood had flowed down the mask, and Lin Chen cut off all power to protect himself.

In an instant, the already seriously injured body became more serious. Without the protection of strength, the injury worsened faster and faster.

And Lin Chen also became stronger and stronger in this state.

I hope it won't last until death.

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The red moon is in the sky, shining on millions of crazy eyes.

The strange light became more intense half a month ago. Any old man on the Red Moon battlefield knows that the sky...is really going to turn upside down this time.

Of the seven great immortal sects and the seven true immortals, only Hong Yue and Hun Shitian were active on the battlefield. However, even that Hun Shitian gradually lost his temper after being helpless against the Changtian Sect.

There is only the red moon. No matter what is shown on the other side, the moonlight as thick as blood will shine frequently.

Hong Yue is crazy. For countless years, she has always created opportunities on the battlefield.

Yongyuan went out to Youming to suppress one of them, and there were three true immortals. One of them couldn't leave even an inch because of the red moon.

"When the red moon spreads above the head, it is the catastrophe of all living beings turning into demons. Her arrival is a carnival, a victory, a despair, and a sinking." The old monk showed two kinds of eyes on the battlefield of the red moon.

Extreme emotions.

A kind of enthusiasm when encountering faith, and a kind of despair facing the abyss.

He had escaped too many attacks from the fallen demon, but he felt that this time might be his destination.

Every time the red moon spreads, it is the arrival of that person, and wherever she passes, millions of hearts are shocked and judged.

In his life, he has experienced dozens of Red Moon Spreads, but he has survived through persistence. During this period, he has seen his master with evil intentions turn into a demon and go crazy, and he has also killed his master who had evil intentions against him.

Turning it into blood-colored ashes, he has even seen countless evil cultivators like him become possessed by the spread of the red moon. Among them, there was even an emperor a hundred thousand years ago.

"Haha...hahahaha...hehehehehe..." The evil and crazy laughter appeared in the mouth of the old monk, becoming more and more hoarse and weird.

There was no need to look, he knew that there might be something else in him, but he didn't care, he was just a little regretful.

"It's a pity. Why haven't a few emperor-level people died in Hongyue recently? In this way... I can also be famous throughout the ages." The old monk grabbed the objects around him with a little regret.

It was a head. He laughed a few times and said, "Master, keeping you until the end is a sign of filial piety from my disciple."

There was a strange gnawing sound, and the dark ground was filled with endless white bones.

He is a god, and if Hongyue can free up a seat, he may become an emperor.

His deadline is today. Unfortunately, there is only one emperor in the world who turned into a demon. He regrets that his ending is just a god.

Countless strange shadows swayed on the ground. They were tentacles covered with pus-filled eyes, and at the root of those millions of tentacles was a huge monster.
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