The meeting between the leaders of the two parties attracted the attention of the world with their respective monsters.

This rarely seen leader of Western religions has a white beard that almost wipes the floor, a kind face and a gentle attitude. It is difficult to think that he is the person who initiated this dispute that has spread throughout the Central Plains. However, people should not be judged by their appearance.

"Long time no see, Mr. Yu."

Yu Rong looked at the old monk, turned around and stared in the direction of the Western religious team as if searching for something, and chuckled playfully.

"You are not a wise king. You know how to act carefully. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. How can you take it lightly? The wise king I know will never put himself in danger."

The real ruler of the Western religion in this world is the King of Wisdom. Yu Rong knew clearly that the old monk in front of him was not the King of Wisdom at all, and he didn't even know who his true form was. Or maybe the old monk thought he was the King of Wisdom, but he was not at all. No one knows where his true identity is or what he looks like. There are some things in the world that are unclear.

It doesn’t mean that you are yourself if you say you are, and even if others say you are you, it may not really be you.

It was the first time Bai Yujun heard the title of King of Wisdom. The world of big people is indeed extraordinary. You don't even need to use the most mysterious title directly. It's not easy for you to say that you are King of Wisdom. Only the devil knows whether your brain is normal.

The old monk looked unhappy when he heard this.

"The old monk is the King of Wisdom. As a real person, don't think that this can shake my perseverance!"

"It seems that you are also trapped in it and don't know the truth. That's right. This is the real method of King Wisdom. However, he initiated this dispute but did not dare to show up in person. He has already lost."

The golden-winged roc was already confused. It knew that it was the King of Wisdom on its back. Many monks in the sect also knew it. It even attracted people's attention when holding large-scale rituals. But... Chunyang would never lie, right?

A certain white man's head was even more confused, and he secretly lamented that the brains of human beings are not ordinary. What does it mean to believe that it is you when you are not you?

The old monk, King of Wisdom, panicked. There was a flaw in his heart...

Yu Rong shook her head and patted the huge bone spur on the top of Bai Yujun's head. Bai Yujun turned around and flew back to the Pure Yang Formation. He was thinking about returning to the Southern Wilderness as soon as he was done. The human world was too scary.

The conversation collapsed, or there was no conversation at all and it was just going through the motions.

The Chunyang Formation exudes vast coercion, making onlookers tremble unconsciously and want to flee in fear. Chunyang Palace has been the world's number one divine sect for countless years, and its heritage cannot be ignored.

Bai Yujun returned to his human form, put on the black armor and his ankles shook, and the anklets seemed like fishes flying into his small hands wearing black gloves and transformed into a sharp dragon spear!

Xu Ling was filled with envy, while Yang Mu felt that the black gun was very unusual.

Bai Yujun ignored Xu Ling and looked at Yang Mu.

"Senior Brother Yang, how about we compete to see who can kill more fiercely. The bet is to eat a bunch of maltose?"

Yang Mu pulled out his sword and turned his head away from this junior sister whose head was different from that of humans. She must not speak, otherwise she would not be able to accept the bet with dignity, and would end up miserable in the end.

"I~I'll bet~"

Xu Ling shouted excitedly, and Bai Yujun felt that she must have come here to eat maltose. For her, eating maltose may be a little more troublesome than eating rice cakes, so she can't stop the foodie.

He lowered his armor mask and took out a lump of maltose and handed it to Xu Ling. She must have lost, just to trick her into eating the candy.

It looks relaxed but is actually stressful and frightening. I just want to use this to relieve the nervousness of my classmates.

He twisted his neck, grasped the spear with his palm, and prepared to take action. He felt vaguely excited and irritable, and his exposed eyes gradually turned back to brown vertical pupils...

Several real people flew straight into the sky, and the Western Mahayana monks on the opposite side also left the formation!

More than twenty light beams penetrated the black clouds one after another!

The scope of the Mahayana stage's action is too large and it is easy to cause accidental damage, so they can only compete at high altitudes or even elsewhere. Each side has about twelve or thirteen Mahayana stages. This is also the first time in the world that so many top monks have appeared in the world. Everyone admires them.

With the strength of these two behemoths, many sects or aristocratic families that used to think they could compete with the two major sects suddenly lost their minds...

Bai Yujun had another idea.

It is difficult for those top monks to fight to the death, and they are more interested in holding the opponent back. Even if they really fight, it will take several days to determine the winner. Even if they win, they may not be able to kill the opponent, unless one side is more powerful.

In the end, the outcome still depends on the monks in the Transformation Stage and Nascent Soul Stage. The Golden Core Stage focuses more on driving formations and melee combat. The scene of so many strong men fighting is astonishing.

Western teachers have more quantity but lower quality. They belong to the type of meditating and studying, and Chunyang has more practical experience.

After the battle to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect, the Central Plains will usher in another unprecedented battle...

After this war ends, the Central Plains may no longer be able to expand outwards for hundreds of years, and may even be taken advantage of by foreign enemies. It is helpless and people's hearts are like this.

The persons in charge on both sides did not take action personally but were only responsible for holding down the formation. Yu Rong, Qi Yun and Jiang Li were unable to move. The reason why Qi Yun was unable to move was because the other party specially arranged four people of the same level to take precautions against him. Even so, he had scruples and was fierce.

You have to be careful when you are famous!

Yu Rong turned to look at Xu Ling.

"Ling'er, please protect your junior brothers and sisters from behind."

"yes……"

Xu Ling knew how much he weighed, so it was best to arrange it this way, otherwise going to the front would increase the burden on himself.

"Yang Mu, Yujun, pay attention to safety."

"yes!"

Bai Yujun did not go to the front but chose to be in the middle. At the beginning of the battle, there must be a lot of eyes on him. It was not safe to go to the front. In the middle, he could guard against enemies that rushed into the queue and prevent being surrounded.

In the blink of an eye, it started to rain...

He took out the orb and held it in his hand. Similar to the dragon gun, the orb also had the ability to shrink. It was directly reduced to the size of a fist and then stuck firmly on the black armor's chest. In order to take revenge, a certain dragon took out his two strongest treasures.

"A bunch of scum, Mu is the most powerful being in this world. If anyone dares to hurt me, I will call her."

On the opposite side, the Western Sect team presented a large number of golden and various magic weapons, worthy of their rich wealth. Chunyang's team relied more on formations to fight the enemy and had a different philosophy.

It's quite impressive, but not as big as the battle between ice and snow creatures and zombies.

The biggest war in the spiritual world is about to begin!

At this moment...

Suddenly, billowing black demonic clouds appeared in the distance, carrying the demonic energy soaring towards the sky! Many huge figures were looming in the black clouds!

Everyone was shocked, where did the big monster come from? Are you crazy? Do you want to take advantage of the two major sects of mankind to fight each other? But it's a bit too early, isn't it?

Next to the King of Wisdom in the Western Cult team, the golden-winged roc looked at the rolling demonic clouds with an ugly expression.

Arrive before the sound arrives.

"The golden-winged roc! The traitors in the Southern Wilderness shall die!"

The old King of Wisdom frowned. Things were indeed going in a bad direction. The monsters from the Southern Wilderness Hundred Thousand Mountains actually traveled thousands of miles to Mount Huashan to seek revenge from the Western Sect. There were only two monster kings? Not necessarily...
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