As if the scene he had seen on the Yongyuan battlefield in the past, in this heavenly realm, the endless ice field and the blazing flame mountain as the background were once again presented in front of Monk Cangyun.

They repeated the battles they had fought before, just to avoid repeating the various ways of death of their ancestors.

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The battlefield shocked the heavens. At this moment, all living beings everywhere can feel the pressure from the sky. It is the oppressive force that shakes the world.

Some living beings don't know anything, but they also know that the catastrophe of annihilation is reflected in the gloomy sky.

And above the war that most of them are unaware of, there is an alien world.

The confrontation between the two realms is like a sharp bloodline on two days, dividing the Flame Mountain horizontally.

There was no movement in the center of the two blood lines on Cangyun's side, which represented the location of the four strongest men who were fighting alone in the Dao Heaven Realm.

From the beginning, there was no movement at all in those masks that were as black as roaring evil spirits.

Billions of pairs of eyes hidden under the mask, looking at the battlefield below is like looking at the endless flow of the river.

Yujing Tower has not fallen into the battlefield yet.

Whether it is the Imperial City or the Holy Land, there is still a small part that has not entered the battlefield.

As a means, they stayed at the rear, observing every move of their sect, ready to rescue the siege at any time or take advantage of the victory to pursue them.

It's just that in contrast, Yujing Tower is observing the entire battlefield.

Under the mask of an evil ghost, many monks in Yujing Tower were very nervous, but the mask that looked like an evil ghost always brought them peace of mind and an arrogant appearance.

Among the billions of monks, Jing Yuwei's face was pale, and the fear in her eyes was transmitted through the mask.

She was the only one among the dozens of people who participated in the battle.

However, she never imagined that this war would be so terrible.

"We have been experiencing this kind of war every day in the past." On the side, a powerful man from Yujing Tower comforted him.

They are here to guide Jing Yuwei, and at the same time, they are also her monitors.

Although the poster didn't say it, they can't help but do this.

After truly participating in the war, Jing Yuwei can be one of their own.

Do you experience it every day? Jingyuwei calmed down. In such an environment, what kind of person would become the strongest?

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Daotian Realm, a huge fortress forged for hundreds of years, has become Cangyun's only goal to break through this world.

But within the huge defense line of Dao Tian Realm, there is nothing but scattered sand.

Fortunately, those sects with imperial power behind them can still contact other people. As for other sects, except for the people in the rear, they can also receive orders. The monks fighting on the front line have no chance to read the information from the sect.

Gate relays orders.

If they are not careful, they will fall into a deadlock. How can they have time to change the direction of the battle?

On the other hand, those sixteen huge cities and millions of flags in the sky can make the entire battlefield become one.

This is the difference between the imperial city and the blessed land.

If the fortress was not still firmly in their own hands, the monks in Dao Tian Realm almost thought that they had lost it.

After all, when you look in all directions, you can't see any of their 'own people'.

However, this world is always so magical.

Times make heroes, and there are always some people who adapt to the ever-changing laws, and such abilities will shine brightly like the bright moon in the starry sky in the midst of great changes.

Tianhe Sect is one of the ninety-nine heavenly sects in the Taoist Realm. Although it is one of the ninety-nine, they do not have a living extremely powerful person as their foundation, so their ranking has never been dazzling.

Also because of this, when they responded to the attack from the Cangyun Realm, their performance was not much better than those who did not belong to the Tianzong name.

Under the murderous attacks from the Cangyun Realm, the positions they were defending were retreating steadily.

That's not something you can pass by in just four words.

It was a bloody corpse, paved retreat.

The retreat also means that most of the corpses belong to Tianhe Sect disciples.

He stepped back step by step, almost turning his fatigue into fear.

Despair naturally spreads, and there are not many orders in the Dao Heaven Realm to fight or die. If it goes on for a long time, the trend of scarcity will inevitably overthrow one of this huge Tian Sect in an instant.

Trembling bodies, tearful eyes, magical weapons that cannot be held tightly, and spells that cannot be condensed are everywhere in the Tianhe Sect at this moment.

And at this gloomy moment, the secrets belonging to Tianzong finally broke out.

A young figure, covered in blood, with 'evil' corpses at his feet, appeared in front of the trembling monks.

"Feng Elder!" Looking at that young face, the Tianhe Sect monks felt slightly at ease, because the other party was a powerful person in the King Realm.

"The intruders will be killed without mercy!" Feng Ruyue crushed a corpse in his hands, and the vast blood mist made countless monks in the Shenyue Holy Land opposite couldn't help but stagnate.

The figure that was crushed to pieces was none other than the proud son of their holy land, someone who would have a place in the future as a venerable person.

Vaguely, the name of the Holy Son of Shenyue will be placed on the head.

However, now, no, not long ago, without their knowledge...

Dead!

Not only that, the life weapon held in the opponent's hand also came from a certain genius from another holy land who had formed an alliance with Shenyue.

"Recite the Heart Sutra of the sect silently and see clearly the appearance of the enemies ahead. They are not invincible!" Feng Ruyue's voice reached the ears of every monk in the Tianhe Sect as he trampled on a corpse.

Seeing that the strong man who had broken through to the monarch realm not long ago had taken the lead and abandoned his identity as a strong man, countless Tianhe Sect monks felt inexplicably at peace in their hearts.

Everything taught by the sect began to regain the confidence of the almost collapsed Tianzong.

And this naturally makes the attacks of the three holy lands headed by Cangyun Shenyue and countless vassals more difficult.

Not to mention advancing an inch, it is even possible to retreat in the presence of that mountain-like towering presence.

That... is really fatal. At this moment, many powerful people behind the Holy Land had bloodshot eyes.

The dead people they talk about are them, or the gods above.

Any explanation would be meaningless in front of Emperor Ming and the other sixteen emperors. Someone must pay the price for a defeat on the battlefield.

"Kill!" Thinking of this, the bloodiness was rekindled, and the power of the Holy Land triggered the killing in the void.

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In troubled times, there will never be a shortage of bright new stars like Feng Ruyue.

After the initial turmoil and huge losses, the creatures in Dao Tian Realm finally recovered.

Figures that could fill the long river of time stood up and became a high wall blocking the ice sheet.

The battlefield began to stagnate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And this finally caused Lin Chen to lower his gaze on the high platform where the sixteen imperial cities gathered with absolute power.
Chapter completed!