A war that shocked the entire true world and attracted the attention of both the Hades Emperor True World and the Yin Sheng True World was extremely tragic at the beginning.
This is a war in which almost all ethnic groups in the entire Daochen Realm unite to fight against the Daochen Sect!
It can be said that for the Daochen Sect, they were besieged on all sides. Facing this rebellion that was somehow connected by the immortal clan, they were a little unprepared at the beginning.
However, the Daochen Sect was so powerful that it could control an entire world with just one sect. It was by no means an easy task. After resisting the first wave of attacks from the so-called Immortal Clan Alliance, it launched a fierce counterattack.
Throughout the real world, every battlefield was roaring and roaring. During this period of time, it was the strongest sound in the Daochen real world. The collapse of the cultivation star and the large number of deaths made the smell of blood seem to permeate Daochen.
Every corner of the real world.
Within the scope of the Immortal Clan, there is a sect called the Baihua Sect. The people in this sect are all handsome. In the world of the Immortal Clan, they belong to a small and small sect.
Seven hundred years ago, a man came to this sect, a man as gentle and elegant as a flower. He always liked to let the sun shine on his face, always liked to play with the flowers and plants, and always liked to... interact with the sect.
The female disciples inside were like women, blooming with ambiguity.
Seven hundred years ago, he was the entry-level disciple of this sect. Seven hundred years later, he became a core disciple, but he still maintained that kind of character that made people like him, but also made him helpless and jealous.
Of course, most of this jealousy comes from men.
His name is Hua Yanyue.
A man named after a flower.
"Yue'er..." A woman's helpless voice floated out from a garden in the mountain gate of Baihua Sect.
"Please call me Second Senior Brother..." A man wearing a white gown and long hair stood in the sun and looked at the mature and charming woman in front of him with a smile.
"I am your master..." The woman sighed.
"But seven hundred years ago, you were my junior sister." The man shook his head, walked to the woman's side, and gently helped her hold back her long hair that was blown by the wind.
"As you said before, the Immortal Clan Alliance has gone to war with the Daochen Sect... I also organized many small sects according to your request... Although seven hundred years is not much, it is enough to have thirty-nine sects.
The sect has become a subsidiary of my Hundred Flowers Sect." The woman lowered her head and spoke softly without resisting the man's movement.
"So... has my place on the boat to the land of the gods been confirmed?" The man blew into the woman's ear and said softly.
"It's not certain yet..." The woman subconsciously took a step back.
"That's fine, but those Daochen Sect members guarding Shenyuan should have been recalled." The man smiled slightly.
"Why do you have to go to the ruins of Shenyuan? There is a prison there..." The woman raised her head and asked with confusion.
The man shook his head, looked at the sky, and said nothing.
Deep in his heart, there was something he couldn't say to the woman in front of him.
"Because there is my little junior brother..."
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In Daochen Zhenjie, a territory that does not belong to the Immortal Clan, there is a Tianwu ethnic group. In the star field of this ethnic group, there is a huge sect. From the outside, this sect is composed of countless great swords.
Floating in the starry sky, surrounding a cultivation star.
Above this star, there is a very distinctive building. It is a sword. The exposed part of the sword is more than one hundred thousand feet. It penetrates this star. The tip of the sword is also more than one hundred thousand feet. It is far away.
Look, this star and this sword attract the world's attention.
On this cultivation star, three hundred monks in black robes sat cross-legged around the sword. Each of these monks' heads were covered by their robes and they were motionless, but there was a monstrous evil spirit brewing in them, as if
Once they stand up, they can change the color of the world and make the wind and clouds surge.
Everyone's cultivation level is clearly in the middle stage of the realm. It can even be clearly felt that there is a seal in their body. If the seal is opened, I don't know... what kind of brilliance will burst out.
Boom...boom...boom...
The sound of war drums suddenly echoed around the surroundings. As the drums sounded, the three hundred monks here slowly raised their heads one by one.
Their eyes were all focused on the tip of the big sword surrounding them. Although it was blurry, there was a picture in their minds.
The picture shows a figure sitting cross-legged in the sky, on the tip of a sword that looks like a starry sky. There is a big drum in front of this figure, and the sound of the drum is caused by the person hitting it with his right hand.
This figure...has no head!
He is naked from the waist up, his breasts serve as eyes, and his navel serves as his mouth. He has a battle ax several feet long in his left hand and a fist in his right hand, and he is beating a big drum.
He is called Xinggan by the people of this sect!
He joined this sect seven hundred years ago. In the past seven hundred years, the speed of his cultivation has shocked everyone, but what is even more unbelievable is the fighting spirit in this man.
This strong will to fight makes this man's body so thick with evil that just one look at it is enough to make people feel like they are in the underworld. This is recognized by all the monks in this sect as a body of evil spirits.
When the drum beat like thunder and roared to the sky, the headless Xinggan stood up. The moment he stood up, the sky and the earth were pale and the roar was endless.
Lightning roared in the sky, and while the streaks of lightning illuminated the earth, they intertwined into a huge face in the sky.
"Tian Wu!" A low, muffled roar boomed out from the body of the headless man. The sound exploded in all directions, covering up the thunder.
"You promised me that as long as I, Xinggan, join your Tianwu clan, you will use your magical powers and send me to the wasteland of my divine source!" When the big man's low roar echoed, the three hundred people under the big sword all stood together.
Standing up, indescribable evil energy erupted from their bodies. This evil energy was so strong that the auras of the three hundred of them were connected together, causing a strong impact to appear around the big sword, which rolled in all directions.
In the meantime, it actually filled the entire Cultivation Star.
Looking around, the mist is shrouded on this cultivation star. This mist is composed of evil spirits. It is the illusion of the fate of heaven and earth being dispelled from here and now. In this mist, there are countless innocent souls. These innocent souls
There were men and women, ferocious beasts and monks, and they were roaring miserably.
"For seven hundred years, I have killed a billion people for your Tianwu clan..." When the big man on the tip of the sword said these words, the illusory souls surrounding the entire Cultivation Star began to scream more and more sternly,
They...are exactly the billions of human souls killed by that big man.
"When...are you going to send me to the Divine Source!" A loud roar came from the big man's body.
The moment its roar came out, the three hundred standing figures on the ground all raised their heads, and they all let out a shocking roar.
"When will you send me to the source of the gods!!" This was the roar of the three hundred people. In this roar, the robes on their heads were blown open by the wind, revealing...the heads without hair, and other
With the mark full of the Wu Clan's aura, these three hundred people are exactly... the souls of Jiu Li!
"The battle with Daochen Sect is over. I will personally send you to the ruins of Shenyuan to help you find your junior brother. If I disobey this, I will let my Tianwu clan bear the consequences of annihilation!" The face made of lightning in the sky,
After a moment of silence, he looked at the big man with deep admiration and respect in his eyes, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Okay..." The headless man on the sword tip said dullly.
"Jiuli people, let's... fight!!"
"Fight!!" He was responded to by three hundred people on the ground, roaring so loudly that the sky was shaken by lightning and the sound was so huge.
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"kill!!"
"What kind of dog is your mother? If you dare to sneak up on me, I will bite you to death!" On a battlefield between the Daochen Sect and the Immortal Clan Alliance, the roar echoed, and all the Daochen Sect monks in the area looked at it in horror.
There was a big man surrounded by them.
This big man was more than three people tall, with an unusually thick body and immense strength. He was dressed in tiger skin and looked like a ferocious tiger-like beast from a distance, or as if he had been transformed by a tiger spirit.
At this moment, he was biting a young monk who was tightly grasped by his right hand. Amidst the man's shrill screams, he tore off a layer of flesh and blood. The big man, with his mouth full of blood, looked up to the sky and laughed.
"I don't even need to fall into a dream. Even his grandmother can kill you one by one. You dare to sneak attack on me. I'm really desperate. I'll take you to sleep!" The big man took the monk in his hand and roared towards Daochen Sect.
People rushed away.
It would be fine if he was just a reckless person, but under his feet, formations appeared one after another as he moved forward. The superposition of these formations gave him constant magical powers and light curtain protection.
It's hard to fight against.
"Damn, it's this guy again. What's the origin of this guy? He seems to be a fool, but I've never seen a stupid person actually have such attainments in formations!"
"This person's formation...has been transformed into reality, how can I surround him and kill him!!"
After a while, the Daochen Sect monks in this small area, all feeling aggrieved, backed up and left quickly. Their departure made the people of the Immortal Alliance here burst into laughter.
"How many did Brother Tiger kill this time?"
"Yes, Fellow Taoist Tiger always rushes out to attract a group of people. This time, let me forget it, there must be twelve people." There were about dozens of people in the fairy alliance around, and they were looking at the big man with a smile.
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The big man in tiger skin looked proud. He took out a jar of wine from his arms, drank a big gulp, and roared loudly.
"I killed fourteen!" He raised the wine and took another sip. When he put it down, he was about to speak proudly when suddenly his body shook and his eyes suddenly looked at a figure in the distance.
It was a figure wearing a black gown, with long hair, and holding a spear. It was a monk. He was not tall, but very tall. The big man took a fierce step forward and grabbed the monk's shoulder. When the monk turned his head,
, showing a face full of fear.
"Hu... Mr. Hu, what's the matter?"
"Go away, don't wear black clothes in front of me, don't have such long hair, don't use a gun!" The big man roared, pushed the monk away, and started drinking again, but no one saw it
, when he raised his head, not only wine but also tears flowed into his mouth.
"Little Junior Brother... How are you doing in the Shenyuan Ruins... Huzi misses you..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe, reward, and your