The extreme realm is where the barbarian tribe, the witch tribe and the three continents of Dongsheng converge. In the past, the extreme realm would have a special period, and the barriers at this intersection would disappear, and it was also when the three tribes fought.

Whenever the war reaches a critical moment, mysterious power appears in the extreme realm, making it impossible for both teleportation arrays and high-level cultivators to pass. At this time, the three tribes will stop fighting.

Therefore, even if Dongsheng invades the two major tribes, or if the two tribes jointly attack Dongsheng, they can only be divine power for a short time, because they will retreat in the end. Otherwise, if the power of the extreme realm interferes, the subsequent support will be cut off. At that time, it is the best time for the three tribes to catch turtles in their own jars. Therefore, the extreme realm is the key to opening the war and the door to close the war.

When the horn sounds, the power of the extreme realm disappears and completely disappears. The extreme realm that exists during the period of endless existence will never appear again, which means that the war can continue, and it can fight until the sky, the earth collapses and the earth is broken, and no one interferes. The barbarian witch tribe can use this to expand its territory, and the east victory can also unify the three continents in one fell swoop. Of course, as long as the western desert remains silent, it will not be affected.

Many monks knew that the war had arrived, but they did not know that the war might continue. At this time, the core figures of the major tribes felt an invisible smell of blood, which was indescribable.

"The long water is over, and the mountains are over!"

This was the sigh of a great clan leader, and then he issued a prison sentence!

It was about the life-death of war! Then the formations deep in the tribe shone with shining light! The top-quality crystals turned into dust as if they were worthless. This is war, and human lives are like grass, not to mention these things outside.

The extreme realm is originally composed of mountains, mountains, rivers and lakes. The extreme realm is like an underground palace hidden under these scenery, so except for the disappearance of the extreme realm entrances, there is no other change.

Originally, every grass and tree here were contaminated by the power of the extreme realm, and almost no one fought in these areas. Even the witch clans who came to intercept the monks of the Western Desert that day only had a simple battle at the entrance of the Western Desert, and did not allow the aftermath of the battle to spread to this area. However, at this moment, a huge war cannon emerged from the barbarian base camp, and then a roar sound was heard, and the gun barrel was rushing out with colorful divine power and coming towards the place where the Dongsheng area gathered.

There are heavy mountains blocking it in the middle, but those mountains have no deterrent power at this time. It is just a blow, and the mountains are pierced through. Finally, the colorful divine power exploded at the location of the Lu Zhanmen.

Fortunately, Lu Zhanmen also opened the formation at this time, and the light curtain of the formation flashed and melted the divine power.

This seemingly powerful attack was blocked like this. The barbarians were not disappointed when they saw this scene through the special magic circle, but instead cheered!

"It's time to pass! Damn Dongsheng Zhixiu, grandpas are here!" An old barbarian monk was holding his upper body, dancing with a big axe, extremely excited, with bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

Countless monks around responded, and finally everyone focused their eyes on a tall altar.

There were dozens of people standing there, and countless barbarian monks around their altars were quiet at this time. The dozens of people looked at each other and finally nodded. One of them slowly walked out, holding a drum stick in his hand, then walked to a huge war drum, swung his hands, held the drum stick hard, and beat the giant drum, slowly and heavy.

The barbarian monks below all showed excitement in their eyes, as if they were looking forward to something!

Dong!

A deafening sound was like a knock on the heart, and countless people began to shout! At this time, they only had one voice.

"war!"

Another drum name hit, and many people's blood began to boil!

"Fight! Fight!"

The shouting of the crowd became even more intense, like a rolling river.

When the third drum sound is sounded, that sound is everyone's will!

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

This time the crowd did not stop crying, their voices were surging torrents that would last for a long time!

And from beginning to end, the figure on the platform never said anything, or the crowd below had already said it for them, there was only one word, war!

And the same scene happened at Lu Zhanmen, and they were knocking on the drums of war.

"kill!"

But the difference between the barbarians is that they are not fighting, but killing!

Lu Zhanmen is close to the barbarians and often has great battles. Moreover, their living habits are similar, and they are even very similar in physiques, but they have blood feuds between them!

This is also why the barbarians' first strike directly attacked the Lu Zhanmen.

Lu Zhanmen is warlike, and the word Lu Zhan is enough to tell everything. What's more, the previous sneak attack made countless people's new and old hatreds appear in their hearts. Only blood killing can quell. Therefore, the senior officials of Lu Zhanmen did not say much, but just beat the war drum, and the sound of killing was everywhere.

"Crack!Crack!"

The gate of the camp of the Deer Warriors opened, and the crowd swept into the distance like a flood that opened the gate, and even more warships opened in the void.

Countless beast roars came, and it was the monk's mount roaring and attacking.

At the same time, long arrows flew into the sky and exploded. They were ringing arrows, sending signals. They emitted strange sounds, and the sharp sounds did not dissipate for a long time.

A moment later, arrows exploded in the distant sky, as if responding.

The monks from Daotian Pavilion divided two groups. They watched the sound arrows above their heads explode, and their blood was boiling. This was the oldest Taoist tradition. They were as quiet as deep water, but they were also extremely dangerous, like the long sword behind them.

Countless flying swords soared into the sky, and those cultivators above the God Transformation Realm were running, and the ground was filled with old turtles. The old turtles were huge in size, with thousands of people on each wide back. There were a thousand such old turtles, and there were countless monks riding on birds, white cranes, or black eagles. This was another combat power of Daotian Pavilion, and the number was even larger, because this was the battle of low-level monks in Daotian Pavilion.

As for Wushuang City, it is even more terrifying. Countless armies emerge from the void gates, with a terrifying number!

This is the army of the ten major kingdoms. In addition, countless children of large clans appeared. They were of varying numbers, but at least they were predecessors. There were countless such tribes, and several hills outside Wushuang City were occupied. In addition, large armies also appeared in Wushuang City. They had a strong smell of blood and evil spirits gathered on their heads, forming various strange phenomena.

However, the fresh blood in Wushuang City did not participate in the battle because the first wave of battle was extremely cruel, and even the monsters did not participate, because it was the target of many people hunting.

This first wave of battles was a battle between former veterans, and they started the battle, and then the input of fresh blood!

Countless armies gathered together, and after just a moment, they were divided into five major torrents and drove towards the front.

Countless monks sat cross-legged on dozens of stone tablets, those were tribal warriors. In addition, there were ferocious beasts roaring on the ground in the distance. They were war beasts. They were ridden by some special monks. These monks used their magical appearances. They were the giant clan and were best at siegeing cities and plundering the land!

Countless figures watched this scene on the top of the city, and their hearts were like flames burning, but they were restricted from the area of ​​activity. These people were all new monks, and the Demon Vine and others were also among them.

"No! I must join the war! Otherwise, I will be a real man!" the little monk said loudly, but no one laughed at me, and many people nodded subconsciously.
Chapter completed!