"The imperial guards and the imperial guards of hundreds of thousands were broken up if they couldn't help at all! They were not as brave as the demons, and were not afraid of death. Are these wastes a waste of food?"

Han Ye and Ying Mei both lowered their heads and clenched their hands tightly.

It’s not the anger of being ridiculed, but the indescribable guilt.

Mr. Chang sighed, patted Han Chujiu on the shoulder, and did not answer his words.

He knew very well that his little Jiu was so rude.

It sounds ugly, but the heartache of the army in the extreme realm, Di Mingjue's hard work was destroyed.

Mr. Chang looked around and saw monks appearing in this area one after another.

Some of them are acquaintances.

For example, the head of Yin and Yang Sect, the sect leader and elder.

There are also Jiyuan elders who rushed to the ancient battlefield to rescue with Han Ye and others before.

There were even many generals and soldiers of the Imperial Guards and Imperial City Guards who had been separated from Han Ye and the others before, gathered towards them excitedly.

However, in an instant, the army of the extreme realm that had been separated and fled gathered tens of thousands of people.

The few people were overjoyed on the cold night.

However, this joy lasted for only a moment and turned into solemnity.

The integrated martial arts continent is now divided into three parts.

The Path Guardian Camp and the Heavenly Master Camp occupy two extremely large areas, one east and one west.

There is a powerful, rule-formed barrier between the two areas.

But you can see the situation opposite.

On the side of the Taoist protector camp, figures appeared one after another, and the army of tens of thousands of monks gathered again.

It seems to be a lot.

But just on the other side of a barrier, people were already rushing, densely packed.

Dingchan Palace, Fuxi Gate, Qianji Mansion, Yueya Pavilion...

There were even several sects and families who had received help from Mu Yan at the Tianmei Banquet of the Demon clan.

At this time, they chose the [Tiantian Clan] without hesitation.

Among these people are a large number of Golden Immortals and Xuan Immortals, as well as hundreds of Immortal Kings.

There are even a few who have reached the peak of the Immortal King.

In addition, countless army of human puppets surrounded Di Beixuan, who had reached the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

Fill in the [Tianzhe Area].

There is a monk who knows how to flatter and flatter, and has driven away the magic weapon of mustard seed space.

This area has been renovated.

On the throne, Di Beixuan was above it, looking at the direction of the [Taoguard Camp] from afar, with contempt and contempt on his face.

Below him, the monks ranked in order according to their cultivation level.

One by one, looking at the other end of the barrier, someone couldn't help laughing.

"The protector? Just this little man, what kind of way is it? Is it the way to seek death?"

This person's words triggered a burst of laughter from the Tianzhe camp.

Sang Rao, the elder of the original Netherworld, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Everyone, do you think that the little girl Jun Muyan can restore this continent to its original state by taking over the way of heaven? But don't you think about it, what's good about this continent? Only by opening the door of the sky and leading to the world of gods in the heaven can we improve our strength and enter the eternal invincible realm?"

"You open your eyes to see what you can nostalgic for in this martial arts continent? What can you protect such a useless and cowardly way of heaven? Protect them, and in the end you may only welcome destruction and death!"

Sang Rao pointed to the roaring ghouls in the [Six-Star Enlightenment Area].
Chapter completed!