In order to pursue Xue Zhiyu, the Bingling Kingdom is well known to everyone. It is not a secret in the elite circles of the Holy Temple. This guy once was proud and promoted everywhere. But if you change someone, change the place and time, this taste is immediately wrong.

Many people around him suddenly burst into laughter and looked at him with a lot of fun. It was so comfortable to defeat this barbarian, so it was also comfortable to despise him.

Ota's old face was a little uneasy, and his eyes were about to explode, but he felt an endless pressure spread from the front, pulling away everyone's attention. Acre came.

"Line!" the instructor with a sharp fortress roared.

"I don't have much demands on you, it's just about trying my best and being brave and fearless." Acre said, looking at Ota and Maxwell indifferently: "But if anyone dares to stab someone in the back, as long as I know, no matter whether he comes out alive or not, no matter how much credit he makes, I only have four words, to crush my bones and ashes!"

Five hundred people are quiet.

Yacre waved his hand and dozens of soldiers were holding square plates, neatly placed on them with numbers engraved with palm-sized soul crystal signs, and then corresponding to the rankings of these disciples of the Holy Clan, they were distributed one by one.

"The soul card represents your identity. Everyone has it. It is a certificate for you to enter and exit the soul illusion." Acre introduced coldly: "The same is true for the Nine Gods. If you kill the disciples of the other party's War Academy and find their soul card, it can be regarded as your military merit. The higher the ranking, the higher the military merit reward. Kill the enemy with all your heart! Don't be lucky. When you want to calm down, remember that the other party is staring at your brand and your life!"

Lao Wang took it and looked at it, pinched it, and felt that the thing was extremely hard. It was obviously not an ordinary soul crystal. It was engraved with the word "500". It was Lao Wang's ranking, and there was also exquisite edge carving technology around it. Everyone's patterns were different, obviously to prevent anyone from cheating and modifying or making them homemade.

"Set off!"

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After a night of expansion and release, the soul illusion on the top of his head had been completely solidified. Huge floating clouds floated in the sky, not only covering Longcheng, but even the sharp fortress was covered.

Since the sun was completely invisible, the sky seemed a little dark, which added a little coolness to the originally hot desert.

The neighborhoods near the entrance had already been completely cleared and martial law. When everyone came over, no one could see the streets, and everyone was attracted by a whirlpool of nothingness hovering over the homestay.

It is about ten meters square, and the dark curtain of nothingness is mixed with starlight like stars, which is slowly rotating, which is the entrance to the illusion of the soul.

The Nine Gods opposite had just arrived. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing golden armor and a red cloak. He looked only about forty years old, with a red face and a strong figure. He walked with great vigor and a strong aura. He saw the team of Acre and the Blade and raised his hand behind him.

All the disciples of the War Academy stopped immediately and stood silently.

The red cloak smiled slightly at Acre: "Long time no see!"

Any disciple of the Holy Temple who has done a little bit of homework can obviously recognize the identity of this person.

This guy is not as young as he looks on the surface. He is a strong man of the same generation and era as Acre. He is not sixty or fifty years old. No one knows his name, but everyone knows his very resounding nickname - the Eighth God General!

There are twelve divine generals in the Nine God Empire, who have been passed down for hundreds of years. Every one who can win this honor is a top master with outstanding military achievements in the Nine God Empire.

The opponent guards the Shenfeng Fortress and is far away from the Fortress. In the past few decades, both sides have fought hundreds of times, and no one can get the advantage of each other. He and Acre are also old opponents who know each other well.

Acre also raised his hand slightly behind him. The noise from the disciples of the Holy Clan gradually stopped. The two met head-on, and they had a very tacit understanding. The two hands were firmly held together for the first time.

"Things of the world are really unpredictable." Acre's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said with a smile: "You and I will stand here and shake hands peacefully one day."

"There will always be a first time in everything." The Eighth God General also laughed: "But it is too early to say peace. Perhaps when these guys come out, it will be the time for you and me to fight."

"Hahahahaha!" Yacre laughed and said, "If you use military service as honest as you speak, maybe we can have more common language."

“Each one another!”

They looked like each other, and there were both mutual appreciation and tit-for-tat confrontation. Both of them laughed and calmly let go: "Please!"

The two of them retreated, and there was a commemorative officer next to the disciples who had already taken their seats, holding a booklet and reading their names loudly.

"Zending Temple Leaf Shield, Zending Temple Flowers and Flowing Trees, Zending Temple Grass and Awl..." He called out ten people one after another. In addition to Zending Temple, there were also several Sakuman Churches.

Ye Dun led the crowd out and stood at the bottom of the vortex.

The same is true for the War Academy opposite, leading a handsome man wearing a white long gown and carrying a silver sword.

"The sky sword is flying snow!"

There were people whispering in the temple. The War Academy ranked first in the undisputed ranking, and the direct inheritance of the Nine God Empire, as the direct inheritance of the Heavenly Man lineage of one of the three core tribes of the Nine Gods, can be regarded as half a royal family in terms of identity and status, which is enough to compare with the ordinary prince of the Nine Gods.

Both sides stood in the whirlpool.

Ye Dun looked at Long Feixue with high interest, but Long Feixue just glanced at him faintly, with a faint smile on his face.

"open!"

Dozens of exorcists activated the magic array at the same time, and the seemingly empty air gradually broke a ten-meter-square hole. It was used to seal the space magic array of Dragon City. Both the blade and the Nine Gods protected the illusion this time to protect the teeth. If it was not specifically opened, it would be impossible to enter even if it stood at the entrance of the illusion.

Although the tiger's peak cannot fly freely, it is no longer a problem to simply suspend the air. The distance of about twenty meters high is like playing.

The entrance opened, Long Feixue and Ye Dun took the lead in the air, and the rest of the people followed closely behind.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

Twenty people had already disappeared into the vortex of nothingness in the blink of an eye. Even a ripples had not yet risen and disappeared.

The entrance to the space is only so big, twenty people enter in batches at a time.

This was the last opportunity to observe. People on both sides were observing, especially the top three masters of the War Academy who had not appeared in Longcheng before, which attracted the attention of most people in the Holy Temple.

The second-ranked Shadow Martial Arts Fazang is a bit tall and tall, wearing a mask that is as ferocious as an evil ghost, and two black short swords are pinned around his waist. His eyes are bright and bright. He doesn't care about Jiaoxi standing in front of him, but he turns his eyes to Heiwukai who is still in the crowd.

The temple is observing the War Academy, and the other party is the same.

The name of the God of Kai is now well-known in the War Academy. The danger level is so high that it is still above Ye Dun. After all, the blood demon Manku may not be the strongest in the War Academy, but he must be the one with the most life-saving methods. He is said to be unable to kill the blood demon, but even he could only escape with injuries when facing the God of Kai... What's more, the Nine Gods were successfully dragged down by Blade, and the Eight Tribes made great contributions. Like the disciples of the Holy Clan on Blade, he obviously dissatisfied with the title of the God of War of the Yaksha clan as a member of humanity. The identity of the eight tribes of Kai Shen and the battle with the Blood Monster naturally became the target of the other party's most interested in at this time.

The third-ranked steel demon Caesarmo is probably the biggest one on the scene. He is taller than Badro, nearly three meters tall, and his whole body is shrouded in heavy iron armor, like an iron giant. The heavy iron armor rusts when he walks, and at least it is hundreds of kilograms.

Many people on the side of the Holy Temple looked at him with interest. With such a huge body, he had to wear thick iron armor. Can this guy jump up to the twenty-meter-high entrance?

But they just jumped...

His legs just bent slightly, and there was a loud "bang", like a rune cannon fire. His huge body as big as an iron tower rose up, and a circle of terrifying air waves were directly swept behind him. The two Holy Clan disciples standing in front of him were poked without charge, and they were almost overturned by the air wave and cursed constantly.

If the terrifying power reaches its extreme, it cannot be speculated by common sense. Moreover, Caesar can no longer rank third, and he has more than just power...

Both sides enter in an orderly manner.

Lao Wang ranked low, but Hei Wukai ranked high, all of them were all integrated with roses. It was their turn to take the middle value.

The messenger here is calling his name, but Lao Wang and Fantesey are a little embarrassed.

Lao Wang hasn't reached the top of the tiger at all. The fat man has reached the top of the tiger, but he is not a flexible type. Not to mention twenty meters high or five meters high, he may not be able to jump up, let alone fly, let alone fly. That is Axiba's eternal pain.

When the two walked out, they looked at each other with big eyes: "How can we get on?"

"Fly!" Winnie found a new world next to her and said with her eyes lit up: "What a simple thing! Captain, you can't even know such a simple thing, right?"

Mo Tong was amused as soon as he heard this: "Wang Feng, you can do it!"

Lao Wang was too lazy to pay attention to them. These two people now would hurt themselves as long as they get the chance. He turned to look at Kela: "Can you know how to Kela?"

Kola nodded.

"Damn it!" Old Wang widened his eyes, thinking that he could pull another cushion: "Kola you are separated from the masses!"

"Haha!" Winnie stopped pretending and said with a smile: "I have worked hard, do you think I am like you two fools!"

The door to space has been opened.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Heiwukai reached out and grabbed Wang Feng's arm: "Motong, take Fantesi."

Twenty people were sent in in a batch, about five or six minutes, and 500 people were still enough to make a while.

Acre and the Eighth God General followed several top masters behind each, guarding under the opening of the space magic circle, as if to protect the disciples on both sides.

"Ashoka, Angry, Mapel..."

These are already the last batch. Ashoka is still well-known in the church, but Mapel, who substitutes Cai Yunhe, is only a few places higher than Lao Wang. With the newcomer An Di, the overall ranking becomes the last in the church on average...

Twenty people gathered on both sides, and the space above their heads opened. Just as they were about to jump in, suddenly, the space around them swayed slightly, and a storm like a storm suddenly rushed out of a B&B next to them, turning into a afterimage, rushing towards the opening of the space just now.

Acre's mouth slightly raised, his hands did not raise his feet, and the red sword on his back was automatically carried by Wufeng.

bass!

The Blood Demon Sword was unsheathed, and a strange blood light pulled through the air, and the sword energy spread everywhere!

The afterimage in the air was slashed, and the afterimage was cut in half for two pieces, but when it fell to the ground, it turned into two pieces of wooden puppets. The part cut by the sword energy was covered with blood, and the true body had already escaped.

At the same time, as if an appointment was made, when the afterimage screamed, two other figures, who were equally quick, rushed out from the other direction almost at the same time.

But Acre didn't even look at it, and the eighth god general who took action.

He stood there and just sniffed to the sky and grabbed it lightly. A huge golden palm instantly condensed in the air and whistled and slapped at the two rushing figures.

The golden giant palm condensed by the soul power is five meters high and three meters wide. When pushed, it seems like a sea of ​​storms. The two figures are unavoidable, just like a flies being patted, hitting the ground at a faster speed than when flying.

Boom boom!

The golden giant palm disappeared, leaving two bloodstains on the ground, but no corpse was found.
Chapter completed!