The formation roared and fell into the Jedi.

A completely opposite emotion appeared on the Immortal Army of the Northern Region. Someone blushed and stared at the ghosts and gods scattered on the mountains of Guanzhou. The God Guards of the Zun Mansion and others rushed up, fighting desperately, and roaring in their mouths, "Hurrying home to marry Erni", "Earn merits and become the sect leader", and those who faced them, the ghosts and gods, the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion, etc., had never thought that the Northern Region monks had this side. They had shrunk before, and they dared to treat themselves as prey.

Another type is fear and despair.

I was originally thinking of rushing into the mountains of Guanzhou and following others to get credit for me, but I didn't expect that what appeared in front of me was a dead place. In front of me, endless array lights wiped out my blood and blood, fearing the battlefield, and I could not see the edge at first sight. Behind me, the earth fire array flaming into the sky, blocking the back road. Looking around, everyone was screaming of horror and despair, and even frightened that they could not even sacrifice their magic weapons.

They were in a mess now, and they had no idea how they were trapped in this Jedi, nor where to go, nor did they know which expert should be counted on to break the formations in front of them. If they couldn't break them, what would they do?

"Crazy..."

Just in a desperate situation, the blood river was flooding outside, spreading half of the sky. The Taibai Sect Master came over and rushed into the battlefield. I don’t know how many people looked up at the Taibai Sect Master, recognized the blood energy, and were immediately excited and shouted for help. However, the Taibai Sect Master, who was in mid-air, just turned the blood river and threw countless people down.

When I looked closely, I saw that the old formation masters were all one after another. They had discussed breaking the formation in the Immortal Palace before, and even snatched the opportunity to break the formation. But afterwards, they were all thrown into this battlefield. The voice of the Sect Master Taibai stirred the four domains and reached the ears of the immortal army: "The Northern Region formation masters are all here, breaking the formation and surviving, but in a moment..."

"Crazy..."

Countless immortal soldiers who heard this sound did not hear this sound, but they saw that others were rushing towards the immortal soldiers here, rushing towards them, trying to seize the old formation masters in their hands, their eyes red, as if they were snatching it, and it was a chance to survive.

"Master Taibai, you... how can you force us to enter the battlefield?"

"Zhao...Zhao Zhenhu, you shameless villain, you... are you deliberately harming someone..."

"Taibai Sect, my four pillars and you will be incompatible with each other for generations..."

The old formation masters were dizzy and had no idea what they were doing. They were swept into this battlefield. When they woke up, they saw a scene of despair. The light of the formation soared into the sky, and the immortal soldiers who were begging on their faces, obviously treating them as life-saving straws. There was endless fear in their hearts, and they cursed with despair and anger.

"Is it possible for the Xianjunlang to fight to the death, but you are not allowed to come in and fight to the death?"

The Taibai Sect Master just sneered at this anger, and in an instant he turned into a blood-shadow and left.

For a moment, the angry curses below became even more violent.

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"this……"

At this time, in the Immortal Palace, the head of Taibai Sect, surrounded by various phalanx formation masters, rushed into the battlefield. The head of the Xi family, the head of the Sect Mountain, and the old monster Gutong who had just come out of the alchemy room, were shocked when they saw the behavior of the Sect Master Taibai, and they even felt as if they were unfamiliar. The old monster Gutong's eyes became a little dim and he whispered: "Old lady, old lady, you..."

"In the past, you only practiced demon skills and improved your cultivation. However, for the sake of justice, no one would regard you as a devil. But this time, if you did these things, no matter what the result of this battle is, you will be regarded as a real devil in the future..."

"It turns out that this kind of person who loves name and cherishes decentness, why do you have to do this level?"

“…”

“…”

"Where is the way, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!"

The head of the Xi family strode towards the gate of the Immortal Palace, suddenly turned around, looked at the countless old cultivators with strange expressions and worried expressions in the Immortal Palace, and shouted with singularity: "The war has begun, and millions of immortal soldiers have been in the game, so how can we continue to stay out of the matter? Everyone, the mind of practicing and enlightening the Tao for a lifetime will be coming, and thousands of disasters will come. Now that things have come, it is not appropriate to be above the top, and it is not appropriate to guide the country!"

"We'll wait, we'll get in!"

In the fairy palace, there was a deep and silent moment, and no one answered his words for a moment.

The head of the Xi family smiled a little lowly and said in a deep voice: "I am different from him, I dare not force you!"

After saying this, he shook his sleeves, and seven or eight purple talismans wrapped around his purple air flew up behind him, like seven or eight flags. Then he flew out of the Immortal Palace and shouted: "Listen to my order, enter the battle quickly, and fight for a glimmer of hope for my northern region!"

The purple air surged wildly, shocking the earth, and went straight into the battle.

The Sect Master of Xueshan slowly stood up, pondered for a while, and gave a tribute to the cultivators in the Immortal Palace, left the hall, and entered the battlefield.

The Immortal Palace is even more silent. At least hundreds of Taoist priests and different cultivation levels, but being able to enter the Immortal Palace to discuss matters all represent the cultivators with good status. At this time, you look at me and I look at you, but silently, they were clearly divided into several factions. Some people became ruthless, gritted their teeth, strode out of the hall, and rushed towards the battlefield outside, with their bodies silent and firm.

Some people were hesitant and were still watching in the Immortal Palace. It was neither right to go nor left.

"Qingfeng Patriarch!"

In the midst of silence, the old monster suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Qingfeng Tonger, who had been hiding behind the corridor column, showed her head and shouted in a low voice: "Master!"

The old monster Gutong shouted: "Get the golden medicine pestle from the master!"

Without hesitation, Qingfeng Tonger silently took out a golden medicine pestle, held it in both hands, and handed it to the ancient monster Gutong.

The old monster Gutong smiled and grabbed the golden medicine pestle in his hand.

Then he saw Qingfeng Tonger also took a black iron pestle and said, "Master, I will accompany you!"

The old monster Gutong's eyes moved slightly, and he burst into laughter and said, "Okay, my teacher will protect you!"

Qingfeng Tonger rolled her eyes quietly and muttered in a low voice: "Master, my ability is actually higher than yours..."

One old and one young, two figures strode out of the hall, while Miss Mingyue, who was left in the hall, was tearful and bowed to their backs. For a moment, the atmosphere in the Immortal Palace became even more depressed. Many people looked at the two ancient monsters and looked at Miss Mingyue with tears on her face and felt an unprecedented depression and despair. This emotion made people feel sad.

"Hahahaha, the world is interesting, so here..."

In a silence, Xiao Jianyuan, the forty-nine swords, suddenly laughed and carried the sword box on his body. While walking slowly out, he laughed: "A thought becomes an immortal, a thought becomes a demon, a changer is not the heart, but a name. An impulse, enters the battlefield and becomes a hero, and a thought is afraid, he eventually becomes a rat. A changer is not a human, but a courage. Perhaps some of us will be ruined here, and no one even remembers it in the future. Perhaps some of us will sit and pick up the bargain, and even later gain the benefits and fame that should not belong to us, but..."

He stopped slightly and laughed in a low voice, "Heaven and earth can prove that these things are always done by us!"

Crazy...

His clothes flew and rushed into the battlefield.

In this fairy palace, some people could not struggle with the inner struggle and rushed into the battlefield. Some people looked at each other for a few times and believed that this battle would be the most miserable ending. So they quietly withdrew from the back door from the fairy palace, not knowing where they fled...

Miss Mingyue kept watching in the fairy, watching coldly, without saying a word or missing a single word.

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In the vast air, in the nine heavens, countless masters poured into the battlefield.

Below, there were waving flags, and more immortal troops were coming from behind and becoming part of this battlefield. The ten ghost formations were forced to operate to the strongest, splitting and intertwining, trapping the entire battlefield.

Yuan Chenzi knew that at this time, he should leave a way out for the Northern Immortal Army, so that their morale would collapse.

But he could no longer do so.

The battlefield was too large and too chaotic, and even though he was controlling the ten formations, he could no longer take care of anything else.

In particular, the Ghost King and the Snow Girl have both entered the battlefield, so it is already difficult for them to retreat temporarily.

So he could only destroy the formation and try his best to kill everyone.

The Northern Immortal Army in the formation could only be sad and relied on its own rescue at this time.

No words can be used to describe the fear they faced at this time. They were surrounded by the remaining seven gate formations, as well as the infinite bloodlines of ghosts and gods and the Zun Mansion. To some extent, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Some of them hid under the rocks with their heads in their arms, but were still wiped out by the light of the formation. Some of them roared and rushed forward, but were still swallowed by ghosts and gods. Some of them abandoned their magic weapons and cried loudly, while some of them cursed, scolding the Immortal Alliance for how they fell into the Jedi...

The desperate immortal army surrounded the formation divisions and begged them to break the formation soon, but these formation divisions had already been desperate and cursed angrily: "How can we break this great formation? Do you still understand? We were all deceived by the damn Zhao Zhenhu. He deliberately threw us into a Jedi. He was forcing us to die. We had long been given up by him..."

The immortal army fell into complete despair. Someone bowed to the ground and begged the emperor's mansion to spare his life and wished to be a cow and horse for generations.

Unfortunately, there is no way out for begging on such a chaotic battlefield. They were eaten by ghosts and gods and killed by the bloodline of the Zun Mansion.

Some even died directly under the sword of their own people.

Among the remaining people, different reactions appeared. Someone gritted his teeth and directly put the knife on the necks of the formation masters. His veins were exposed and shouted: "You are the formation master, you must have a way. Anyway, the left and right are dead, so I don't believe that I can't fight the way I will die!"

Someone also directly slashed the formation master with one knife and cursed: "It's all useless waste, let's break the formation ourselves!"

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This is a desperate Shura battlefield.
Chapter completed!