The person who spoke was the representative of the Sixth Division of Heavenly Lady in Cangyun Mountain. She had just received the news from the young commander on the front line, so she made the news public.
There was a commotion in the Samsara Hall.
Mostly doubts.
Because the human monks mentioned by this goddess should all be in Shiwanda Mountain at this moment. It is impossible for them to cross tens of thousands of miles and appear in the northern part of Dead Lake in just one or two hours.
At this time, a handsome young man stood up.
He is the son-in-law of Cangyunmen and Longyouzhi of Penglai Island in the East China Sea.
He and Guo Hui from Yuanshui Xiaozhu are cousins. The two were childhood sweethearts and have been engaged for life.
Three years ago, after Master Jingshui's ten-year filial piety period expired, the two got married.
Because of this relationship, Tianqi Taoist arranged for Long Youzhi to be in Cangyun Mountain as the liaison between Donghai and Cangyun Sect. Long Youzhi coughed and said: "What Nv Linxian said is true. Just now I also received news from Junior Sister Lan Qiyun, confirming that the 220,000 monks who appeared in Poison Dragon Valley at this moment were the various cultivators who originally rushed to the aid of Tianhuo Dong.
Disciple Fang.”
Gu Jianchi trusted Long Youzhi quite a lot.
He frowned and said: "How could this happen? How did they cover tens of thousands of miles in a very short time? Moreover, they also avoided all eyes and ears. This is impossible."
Long Youzhi shook his head slightly and said: "I don't know the specific situation."
In the Reincarnation Hall, the noise gradually died down, and most of the people were whispering among each other.
If it were anyone else, these big guys would definitely jump three feet high, point at each other's noses and curse, "Shameless, impossible. That's nonsense!"
However, the person who manipulated this matter from behind was Ye Xiaochuan. To everyone, everything seemed so reasonable.
Because he is Ye Xiaochuan.
The person who can always break limits and create miracles.
There is definitely no way for others to send 220,000 monks thousands of miles away in a very short period of time without leaving any trace.
But Ye Xiaochuan can definitely do it!
He is back!
This young man seems to have become the backbone of the entire human world.
When I heard his name, all the panic in my heart and the pessimism and despair about the future seemed to disappear in an instant.
They became polite and humble gentlemen again.
At this moment, in the Central Plains, near the Huangyan River.
The Second Emperor stood on the north bank of the Huangyan River, watching the turbid water rushing past, and was deeply touched.
There are so many outstanding people in the human world, but there is no mother river like this that runs through the entire continent in the heaven.
But in the human world, not only are there, but there are four of them.
Huangyan River, Yangtze River, Pearl River, and Kongque River in the Western Regions.
If there is such a vast water system in the heaven, why is it so barren?
While the two emperors were sighing, news came from the Poison Dragon Valley.
Opening the magic sound mirror, it is the immortal jade posture of Emperor Yan.
Emperor Yan smiled and said: "Yuzi, the war in Poison Dragon Valley is going well." Lingxian Yuzi looked very ugly and said: "Emperor, we were fooled! Ye Xiaochuan has already returned to the world! Everything is Ye Xiaochuan's fault.
It’s a trick! As soon as we started, we were surrounded by human monks. At this moment, we can’t stop it.
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Even though Yan Emperor and Xi Emperor were firm-minded, their expressions could not help but change drastically at this moment.
The Western Emperor immediately grabbed the magic sound mirror and said, "What's going on?"
"We were divided and surrounded by nearly 300,000 human monks! We suffered heavy losses and were unable to break out, unable to break out, unable... the Pangu clan..."
Lingxian Yuzi's voice suddenly became very hoarse, and the eyes of this great Sumeru were filled with despair.
The magic sound mirror turned, and the second emperor saw a corner of the huge battlefield.
I saw that the battlefield was divided into dozens of places. At first glance, the two emperors were in a daze and did not distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.
Because all the monks who appeared in the magic sound mirror were wearing defensive armor.
Then, they saw a large group of tall men and women dressed in linen clothes, holding various strange magic weapons of different styles, and screaming strangely as they entered the battlefield from a corner of the battlefield.
Each of these people is the reincarnation of the God of Death, with strange creation patterns flashing on their skin. They are the Pangu tribe.
Originally, the Six Tribes of Heaven and Man were already suppressed and out of breath. After three thousand Pangu warriors entered the battlefield, everything seemed to become simpler in the complex and changeable battlefield.
There are only two words left.
die.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to suffer excessive losses in this battle, so he shamelessly hugged the Pangu clan's thigh.
Pan's Xuanchi is not stupid, and he doesn't want his people to suffer too much.
According to Ye Xiaochuan's strategy, he planned to divide the three thousand Pangu tribesmen into seven to ten groups and enter the battlefield from all directions.
Pan's Xuanchi disagreed.
The combat power that the three hundred Pangu people can exert is limited, and there will definitely be some casualties.
But with three thousand tribesmen gathered together, no one could threaten them.
Once a tribesman charging forward is injured, his position will be immediately taken over by other tribesmen, and the injured will be closely protected in the middle of the team.
This tactic can indeed minimize the Pangu clan's battle losses, but it takes a lot of time.
However, Ye Xiaochuan had already received the news that Nangong Bat had escaped, and it was too late for the people from the sacred mountain to rescue him.
What's more, Li Xuanyin and Guan Shaoqin still have 300,000 monks eyeing the sacred mountain.
The Second Emperor of Heaven may not dare to send monks from the Holy Mountain and Tianshan Mountain to support.
Now that Poison Dragon Valley has closed its doors and beaten dogs, Ye Xiaochuan doesn't care about wasting an extra hour or two.
The blood mist reappears.
More than two thousand heavenly monks were surrounded by three times as many human monks. Both sides were fighting desperately, each suffering losses.
However, when the three thousand warriors of the Pangu tribe entered the battlefield, it only took a moment for the heavenly and human defense circle that had been unable to be attacked for a long time to be torn apart.
Three thousand Pangu tribesmen, who looked like wolves and tigers, rushed into the enemy formation with howling and shouting.
Unable to see clearly the scene on the battlefield, the magical light and various energy cyclones all turned red.
Wherever the blood mist passed, countless broken limbs and arms, human heads and intestines fell from the sky.
The screams, curses, and wails never stopped.
In half a cup of tea, three thousand Pangu tribesmen pierced through the heavenly and human defense formation like sharp knives. Without even looking at it, they continued to attack the next heavenly and human defense formation.
The few hundred heavenly monks who were lucky enough to survive were annihilated in the sky by nearly ten thousand human monks before they had time to reorganize their defenses.
This was the first time Ye Xiaochuan saw the Pangu tribe’s fighting style.
His mouth was slightly open, his eyes filled with awe and fear.
"Grandma, you're a bear, this...is this a human being? This is the God of Death!"
Only the most elite monks of Gui Xuan Sect can reach a tie with the Six Divisions of Heaven and Humanity.
However, the Pangu Protoss broke through a defensive battle circle of more than 2,000 people in the heavens just by farting. It seems that they did not suffer much loss.
Ye Xiaochuan had never heard of such terrifying combat power.
The fighting power of the Seven Organizations is definitely not as good as the three thousand Pangu tribesmen. It is estimated that only Xuan Ying's more than 600 coffins can fight against them.
