"Hide for a moment!" Dapengniao was so frightened by this scene that his scalp was numb. Who could have known that as soon as they came back, Yongshuang's entire army would attack.

Fortunately, everyone was a god, and the demon kings had obvious forms, so the charge of hundreds of millions of troops did not cause much trouble to them.

In the center of the boundless battlefield, the battle in the imperial realm has begun. In the unknown place that cannot be looked directly at, the power of the true immortal has covered the world.

"Send Bai Zun back first, she can't hold it anymore!" Rong Zun said anxiously. In her arms, Bai Zun, who was frozen by Lin Chen, could already see cracks on his face, and they were still expanding.

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Everyone woke up and covered him with their original power, barely maintaining Bai Zun's condition.

"A strike from the imperial realm was so terrifying." Venerable Snow Wolf was shocked, and Bai Venerable almost fell to his death with one palm strike.

"That was not a simple imperial attack. The other party did not hold back at all. You can think that the palm should have hit a certain emperor." Dapeng said, and at the same time, it also shocked Bai Zun's power even more.

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It was only at this moment that everyone silently recalled the brilliance of that sword.

The strength of Emperor Zhenwu in the divine realm is absolutely beyond imagination.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Chen a few more times.

There are not many people who can be as famous as Zhenwu, but the most famous one is that one.

I don’t know about the Emperor Realm, but anyway, when I was in the Divine Realm, that person was definitely on par with Zhenwu.

Lin Chen faced all eyes calmly, and his eyes under the mask showed no emotion.

It’s only been a while since he broke through to the Divine Lord, and he hasn’t really started yet.

Under the cover of the wind and snow, the armies of Yongshuang and Bei Mingtian gathered at the very front, so soon they heard the roar from the distance, which was the collision of worlds, and Yongshuang's attack began.

And everyone finally brought Bai Zun back to the Yongshuang Ice Palace.

"This is a velvet bed. Don't worry about her injury." Rongzun gently placed Bai Zun on a pure white ice bed. Suddenly, a cold white mist filled the entire hall.

This was refined from the essence collected by a certain Emperor of Yongshuang in the past who went deep into the chaos. No one has ever died on it.

"Okay, everyone, it's time for us to go back again." Rongzun opened the main hall formation and said again.

Apart from Bai Zun, her status in Yongshuang is also not low.

"This time, we won't be able to surround and kill the Lord Yongyuan, but the number on the other side is much smaller than ours. We will win this battle."

After finishing speaking, Rongzun looked at Lin Chen and said, "Logically speaking, you should belong to Youming battlefield or the Eighth battlefield. Whether you want to join the battle next depends on you."

If Lin Chen was not a god, the Immortal Sect would not need to ask his opinion at all, but when he reaches the realm of a god, everyone needs to respect him.

"Now that the war has started, it's the same everywhere." Lin Chen said calmly, he would stay because this place is more suitable for him, and at the same time, the immortal power surrounding him also made him unwilling to leave.

"In that case, let's go."

Eight rays of aurora flew toward the fierce battlefield, and Lin Chen finally saw those billions of creatures frozen in eternal frost.

They were pale without any trace of blood. Compared to Lin Chen's power, their color was more tragic and covered their whole body.

Regardless of whether they are humans or demons, aliens or monsters from the Yongyuan, they are all endless whiteness as far as the eye can see.

What frightened Lin Chen even more was that they were completely unconscious, like machines that only knew how to fight.

Even more terrifying than the terracotta warriors, the terracotta warriors also know how to coordinate tactics, and these things only attack.

Lin Chen had heard that the monsters in Red Moon were weird before, and Lin Chen felt that Yongshuang's pale army was even more frightening.

"They may have died long ago."

On the side, several demon clan sages also lamented that the world of the human race looks much weirder than the demon clan.

"Five hundred and seven gods, it seems that Yongyuan is not unwary. It's a pity." Kong Zun shook the folding fan in his hand. There are many powerful gods in Yongyuan, but compared to Yongshuang, they are still at a disadvantage.

Disadvantages.

Countless years of war have caused the two realms to wax and wane, and the number of practitioners in Cangyun Realm that has the upper hand is much higher than that of Yongyuan.

And Yongyuan has been able to persist for such a long time, and the number of strong men has not been dropped too much. It is entirely because the world of Yongyuan is squeezing the original foundation of the world. Only in this way can Yongyuan survive until now.

But Cangyun didn't. Everything now is the natural result of the world. It is precisely because of this that the strong people in the world can see clearly that Yongyuan's situation is over.

"More than five hundred, and counting dozens later, this battle is safe." Dapengniao said, the number of gods in their two immortal sects combined is much more than that of Yongyuan.

Lin Chen couldn't help but look at the monsters. Since there were also monsters in Yongshuang Immortal Sect, he couldn't be sure which gods belonged to Bei Mingtian.

But even if some are eliminated, the number of monsters among the gods is still extremely large.

"Isn't this Bei Mingtian able to bring over most of the high-end combat power?" Lin Chen was silent, and it wasn't a strange thing.

Now that Yongyuan has opened the eighth battlefield, how can he still have the energy to attack there while Bei Mingtian is in Yongshuang?

Moreover, Lin Chen felt that even if all the monsters in Bei Mingtian appeared here, nothing would happen.

There is a joke among the immortal sects that six of the seven immortal sects are fighting bloody battles, and only Beimingtian is waiting for Yongyuan to send him off.

The reason for this is that the True Immortal of the Demon Clan has been sleeping under the battlefield of Bei Mingtian all year round. While sleeping, the huge mouth of the abyss swallowed everything.

Even in the Imperial realm, there was no way to escape the devouring power of the true immortal, so the battlefield was really 'quiet'.

Of course, it's only relative, but it's enough to prove something.

It is said that in an era, only the movement from a hundred thousand years ago brought that person back to life once.

"The True Immortals have contributed, and we have to fight tooth and nail. If the battle of the True Immortals above is over and we are still paddling, the consequences will not be what you want to see."

Rongzun reminded them loudly, and everyone nodded in approval. At least Lin Chen had seen that the monks and monsters who fought against Yongyuan God were bombarded with all their strength from the beginning, and the power of magical powers covered them irregularly.

Without stopping too much, the eight powerful gods rushed towards the battlefield of gods in the sky.

One by one, they entered the forest like tigers. In this battlefield, each of the eight sages were the strongest beings.

However, as they thought before, it would be extremely difficult for them to kill another god.

All the gods present are observing the entire battlefield with their spiritual thoughts. If there is a problem in any corner, they will have their own means to support it. In addition, the rear areas of both sides, those who direct the war, will pay attention.

Here, if there is no support inside the battlefield, countless means will come.
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