Especially Qing Yiyi, who was very generous and stood in the front: "Wuhuang, don't be presumptuous, the space crack will be completed today, and the support from our sect is about to arrive!"
"asshole!"
Wu Huangqi's face was ashen. Although he was powerful, it was nothing to kill one or two of these eight sect disciples.
With so many people, he really didn't dare to take action.
What's more, the sect's support was about to arrive, and he also wanted help in driving away the star beasts outside so that he could contact the young master Wu Qiming as soon as possible.
"What's there to fight for? When the sect's support arrives, I don't believe that Li Wenhao dares not to let him go?"
"It only lasts two or three days, so why hurt the harmony? You will be laughed at by the natives for nothing!"
"I suspect that this is Li Wenhao's conspiracy to deliberately sow discord. We must not be fooled!"
"Yes, Li Wenhao is extremely cunning and must be guarded against!"
"Huh, Zhu Yingjun, if we can't save Commander Wuman within three days, I'll ask you for help!"
The two sides quarreled for a while, and finally Wuhuang said something and left angrily.
"These people from the Four Emperors Palace are too arrogant. Our eight major sects are not their slaves. Why should we be so angry!"
"That is, if our eight major sects unite, our strength is no worse than that of the Four Emperors Palace!"
When the disciples of the sect saw Wu Huang being so arrogant, they were furious and cursed in low voices.
"hansome?"
Qing Yiyi walked up to Zhu Yingjun with a sullen face: "How strong are the reinforcements sent by your Qingyun Sect this time? Can they suppress Li Wenhao?
If something happens to Wu Man, then Wu Qiming is not a good guy?"
"Don't worry!"
Zhu Yingjun withdrew his gaze angrily: "This time it is a main army with war beasts, with a strength of 500,000.
Not only that, Momo's second brother Qiao Gang also brought a spirit armor legion from the Wentian Sect.
This time, Li Wenhao will lose his skin even if he doesn’t die!”
After hearing this, Qing Yiyi nodded with relief: "Our Qingyun Sect does have two legions in the Western Continent, but recently a hidden ancient clan called the Mist Clan appeared, and it caused quite a stir.
Otherwise, I will definitely find a way to mobilize an army to help!"
"I appreciate your kindness!"
Zhu Yingjun patted Qing Yiyi's shoulder: "I heard that your Qingyun Sect is planning to send your eldest brother Qing Yilong to the seventh plane to take charge of the overall situation?"
"Isn't that right?" Qing Yiyi said very depressedly: "The Tauren's offensive has become more and more fierce recently, and many medium-sized sects cannot hold on.
It has been decided from above to speed up the transfer. Not only the seventh continent, but also small planes such as Dilan will have sects settling in!
I even heard that there are plans to develop the dark side!"
"Shh!" Zhu Yingjun made a low-pitched gesture, raised his head, glanced around, and lowered his voice: "This information is confidential and must not be leaked.
If the natives of the Yan tribe and the barbarian tribe know about it, there will be a lot of trouble."
"What are you afraid of?" Qing Yiyi said nonchalantly: "The so-called eight major clans on the Dilan plane are similar to the ordinary medium-sized sects over there.
When the space cracks everywhere open, their little strength will be vulnerable!"
"Having said that, it's better to be cautious!"
Although Zhu Yingjun agreed, he still subconsciously looked towards the south bank of the Mo River. He always felt that Langya Li Wenhao was a big variable.
Looking again, Qiao silently closed the door, feeling even more irritated.
Did Li Wenhao do anything to Mo Mo?
Why was Momo so cold towards him after he came back?
These questions were very torturous, but they still lingered in his mind.
"Let's go to East Acropolis!"
Feeling annoyed, Qiao Momo showed no sign of opening the door, so Zhu Yingjun simply went to the construction site with Qing Yiyi and others.
At this time, the Eastern Acropolis had completely become a military fortress, with no civilians living there.
The tall city walls were covered with defenders, super-large city defense formations, and the light of crystal cannons shone dazzlingly in the sun.
As soon as the convoy entered the city gate, they could see a two-hundred-meter-high semicircular arch building under construction.
It was like a door standing on the platform. There was no door panel, only the door frame, and countless dense black shadows were busy around it.
Different from the ordinary portal light door, which only appears when it is opened, the door of the space rift requires a door frame and is always in a half-charged state.
Otherwise, it will take a day to gather enough energy, after all, it consumes too much.
"Crack, click," a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the door frame, dozens of figures were burned into black charcoal, and there was a commotion at the construction site.
"Don't run away, keep working, anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"
The soldiers guarding the surroundings drew out their long knives and quickly put down the commotion with blood splattering.
Another group of people climbed up to the door frame tremblingly and continued construction. The smell of burning human flesh still lingered in the air.
"Boom, boom," high in the sky directly opposite the giant arch, a huge vortex with a diameter of dozens of miles slowly rotated, and thunder and lightning continued to appear.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Zhu Yingjun got off the carriage and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
"Yes, it is indeed beautiful. The discovery of space cracks is the first step for us humans to conquer the universe!"
Qing Yiyi got out of the car carrying a wine bottle and asked an official who rushed over to greet him: "How is the situation? How long does it take to open it?"
"Sir, if everything goes smoothly, it will be opened before midnight tonight!" The official bowed and saluted.
"Very good!" Qing Yiyi nodded with satisfaction.
"Master Mocang, you have made great achievements this time!"
After getting on the teleportation platform, Zhu Yingjun greeted the Three-Eyed Clan's formation master enthusiastically: "When the work is completed, I will definitely reward you heavily!"
"Your Highness, I don't want any reward, I just want Your Highness to keep your promise and let me go free!"
Formation master Mo Cang spoke calmly and stared at Zhu Yingjun closely.
But he didn't want to fulfill this promise. Mo Cang was not only proficient in space, but also a master of formations. He was only one step away from becoming a master.
Such an important person, he came at the expense of the boss in the sect, how could he let go.
"I hope your highness will keep your promise!" Mo Cang bowed his head slightly in salute, and the third eye that had been sealed on his forehead actually glowed slightly red.
"Boom!"
At dusk, there were no craftsmen working on the platform, and a huge vortex high in the sky struck the giant arch with streaks of lightning.
The electric light within the arch became increasingly dense, gradually forming a twisted plane.