The world's allied forces have now conquered the entire northern and western regions, leaving no trace of chicken or dog behind.
It's a war between worlds!
It’s a war of different interests!
No one knows how many people have died in these days, just like people have long forgotten the original color of this land.
In just one month, Lingyuan's Holy Land Alliance forces continued to shrink their positions and reshape their defense lines.
Lingyuan's defeat was like a river bursting its banks, no one could stop it.
"Lord Qi, a large number of Lingyuan people have been spotted ahead." A monk with the Nascent Soul realm reported respectfully.
"How many people?" Yuan Yuan asked disdainfully while drinking tea.
"They are all old, young, women and children, there should be thousands of them." Monk Yuanying still replied respectfully.
"Kill" is just one word, and it really made the Nascent Soul expert who reported the situation feel chilled, with an original expression of indifference, as if everything was so insignificant.
"promise"
With a reply, all the original allies immediately took action, dyeing the distant sky with blood.
As a representative of one world, Yuan Yuan was of course one of the top leaders of the Allied Forces. Moreover, his cultivation level was not low, so he was appointed as the commander-in-chief of an Allied Forces.
Over the past few days, the army led by Yuan Yuan has been invincible and invincible, and everyone under his command is in awe.
But one thing is that the murderous spirit is too strong. Under the army of cultivators led by Yuan, there is no one left alive.
On one occasion, he even trapped and killed the Lingyuan people in a city, imitating Bai Qi, the killing god of the Zhuxia Federation.
As for Yuan, he was also called the Lord of Killing by his monks. This title spread throughout the world of Lingyuan for a while, and his reputation has reached the point where he can stop children crying at night.
"Lord Qi, there is no one left alive." Monk Nascent Soul came back and reported.
This man's name is Sean, and he is the subordinate of the young master from the Shencheng world. His personality is the same as that of the original one. He will kill people from Lingyuan on sight. According to what he said, all the people in the Shencheng world are like this. It seems that he was killed by that person.
Influenced by the young master.
His subconscious told him that His Highness the Holy Son might have had some extraordinary experiences.
"Keep going." Yuan Yuan sat on the carriage, drinking tea leisurely, and said calmly.
Immediately, the army continued to move towards the next city.
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Misty Holy Land
The Piaomiao Holy Land is a bit chaotic at the moment. After all, almost the entire sect of Lingyuan has arrived at the Piaomiao Holy Land.
As the Holy Lord of Piaomiao, Wu Xuzi is very worried now. He originally thought that he could successfully resist the invasion of these foreign enemies by relying on the strong men of the entire Lingyuan world, but he did not expect...
The disciples of these sects are all trash!
When encountering the opponent's army, some were so frightened that they peed their pants, let alone those who ran away.
Just over a month has passed, and half of Lingyuan has fallen. Wuxunzi rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh.
"Everyone, please tell me what should be done." After sorting out his emotions for a while, Wu Xuzi said again with dignity.
The other holy masters and other heads of the other holy places below all looked at each other. It's hard to deal with things like this.
"Holy Lord Piaomiao, in my opinion, we need to use strategy to win." A voice spread throughout the hall, and it was the voice of the Holy Lord of Shangfan Holy Land.
"Plot?"
The heads of the various sects below are all confused as to what this plan is.
"Currently, Lingyuan has suffered a disastrous defeat. Of course we can't go head-to-head. Moreover, so many people have died. We feel sorry for the people of Lingyuan." The Holy Lord Shangfan was pitiful, sighing several times, as if he felt shameless to meet Jiangdong's elders.
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If Yuan Yuan were here, he would probably praise his acting skills and send him directly to Hollywood for further study.
The heads of the Holy Lords below also have deep feelings in their hearts. If those people die, they will die. No matter what they are pretending to be.
"As for the details of the plan..." Holy Lord Shangfan suddenly turned cold. Everyone looked solemn and felt a chill on their backs.
Following the action of Lord Shangfan, a leader of a high-level sect suddenly fell to the ground and died.
"Holy Lord Shangfan, what are you doing?" Holy Lord Miao Miao frowned. Although he was dissatisfied with Shangfan's attack in the main hall, he didn't show much else.
It doesn't matter if a mere high-ranking sect leader dies, but there must be an explanation. After all, we are a coalition now, and the overall stability must be taken into consideration.
Those sects who were not in the Holy Land were frightened. This sudden change was very shocking, and some imaginative sects had already begun to think about it.
The Holy Land tried to annex various sects, large and small, and now it couldn't help but take action.
"Holy Lord Shangfan, what do you mean?" Another holy master asked Shangfan.
"I am not killing people indiscriminately. This person is a spy hiding among us." Holy Lord Shangfan looked at the people in the hall with a smile.
However, he did not explain why he said that the leader just now was a spy, nor did he provide any evidence.
No one knows whether it is true or false.
Those headmasters were so frightened that they were so trembling that they did not dare to look at the Holy Lord Brahma.
The Holy Lord Shangfang stood up and walked in the hall, passing one headmaster after another, with a smile on his face, but it was so frightening.
"That's enough, go to Holy Lord Brahma." Holy Lord Piaomiao narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Holy Lord Piao Miao, I am rooting out spies." As he spoke, another top-ranking sect leader came to the end, which frightened the people sitting next to him.
"Holy Lord Piaomiao, look, I have eliminated another spy."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was a little tense, and those leaders with low strength were trying to protect themselves.
"Spy? From my point of view, you are probably the spy!" These words of Holy Lord Piaomiao shocked the other Holy Lords and Headmasters like five thunders striking their heads.
It seems that the two of them may not be able to get along well today.
Almost at the same time, powerful power erupted from both of them, adding endless pressure to the already large hall.
"You are not the original Shangfan." Holy Lord Piaomiao looked at Holy Lord Shangfan indifferently, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
"You have been controlled by people from another world."
As soon as these words came out, the people sitting there once again exploded.
What!
Holy Lord Shangfan is controlled by people from another world...
"Holy Lord Piaomiao, the hat is not put on your head like this." After hearing the words of Holy Lord Piaomiao, Shangfan looked at him in disbelief.
"You are a spy, capture him before you are old." Holy Lord Piaomiao's power was still spreading in the hall, and he said casually to the empty space.
"yes!"
Then everyone in the main hall saw the face of Lord Shangfan gradually turn white, as if someone had strangled his neck, and he was losing his life in pain.
Quiet~
The main hall was extremely quiet. No one knew what had just happened. The pace was so fast that they didn't even understand the logic of what had just happened.
Did the Holy Lord Shangfan die like this in the middle stage of becoming a god?
Are those two dead leaders spies?
Or is the Supreme Lord of Brahma a spy?
No one knew who the spy was, but they all knew in their hearts that both parties had probably planned this incident for a long time.
Just know that Holy Lord Piaomiao is the winner...