The battlefield of the Nine Realms is where the ancient demon clans fought, and there are countless treasures and inheritances of the ancient demon clans left behind.
There is a big opportunity in this battlefield...
This group of monsters were originally very ambitious and ambitious, and each one of them dreamed of gaining fortune from it, soaring into the sky, and becoming another genius in the Beitian Demon Realm.
For this reason, they are willing to go bankrupt and are even prepared to die at any time!
However... now they are blocked by this big seal at the exit of the passage, and they don't even have a chance to enter it to find out what's going on.
This is cruel to them!
At this moment, outside the passage, an awe-inspiring cold air suddenly came. When everyone looked back, they saw that the person who came was an old man.
Seeing this person, Xue Mei looked dull and murmured: "Old... ancestor!"
Xue Qiuchi frowned, but without saying much, he spurted out a mouthful of blood essence from his throat.
"puff!"
Immediately afterwards, several runes were played one after another, and for a moment, a gleam of light appeared above the Heaven-turning Seal.
This old guy actually spent a hundred years of his life forcefully opening a gap.
"The entrance is open! Come in quickly!"
A demon clan couldn't wait and rushed directly towards the gap.
"court death!"
Xue Qiuchi pointed out without any hesitation.
"laugh!"
But in an instant, the finger light penetrated the demon clan's eyebrows.
With this person's lesson learned, all the other monsters with ideas stopped in their tracks.
"Only one person can pass through this passage. Anyone who dares to compete with me, the Snow Mandrill Clan, will die!"
After frightening the monsters, Xue Qiuchi quickly said to Xue Mei: "Mei'er! Get in quickly!"
"Yes! Thank you, ancestor!"
There were tears in Xuemei's eyes. After thanking her, she didn't say much and escaped directly into the battlefield of the Nine Realms.
"call……"
When Xuemei's figure disappeared, Xue Qiuchi withdrew his spiritual power and let out a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, his vitality continued to decline, and there were several more wrinkles on his face.
Immediately afterwards, another golden light came from the outside world and transformed into a giant lion with three heads. It looked the same as the Jin Buhuan's body, but it was several times larger in size.
This person is none other than the ancestor of Shituoling - Yuansheng Jintong!
"Roar!"
The Golden-eyed Yuan Sheng roared for a while, and then, his huge body stepped forward, trying to break through the big seal blocking the road.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake the big seal at all.
"how come……"
"Old friend with golden eyes, there is no need to try! That big seal was made from the earth of chaos, and it has been refined in the energy of chaos for a long time. It is not something you and I can shake!"
The golden-eyed Yuan Sheng's eyes flashed with anger: "Chaos earth? Chaos energy? How can that kid have such a thing?"
"Haha... That boy has a lot of secrets! But now is not the time to talk about these things. You should first find a way to send your juniors from Shituoling to the battlefield of the Nine Realms!"
"well!"
The golden-eyed Yuan Sheng sighed, and then pierced his front paws into the thunder, and saw the blood surge in his huge body.
"Whoa!"
One claw down!
It actually tore the space apart and opened another gap.
"Don't call! Hurry... hurry in!"
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Seeing this, Jin Buhuan's eyes once again ignited with hope, and he directly turned into a golden light and escaped into it.
"Two old friends
Give way!"
At this time, two more powerful auras came from the outside world, burning the essence and blood respectively, and forcibly opened the gap from two directions.
"Get in!"
Then in the crowd, two figures soared into the sky, saying in unison: "Thank you, ancestor!"
When the last two people entered the Nine Realms battlefield, the power around the crack gradually receded and returned to its original size. Under the crack, the altar was riddled with holes and cracks, and it was obviously completely scrapped.
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In the Tianjue Thunder Prison, seeing the thunder all around becoming more and more turbulent, the Golden-Eyed Yuan Sheng waved his hand and injected power into the Xumi Mirror in the sky. Then he saw a flash of white light. The next moment, the juniors in the Thunder Prison
They have all returned to the broken altar.
After escaping from death, all the demons froze on the spot.
In their eyes there was no joy of escaping, but incomparable despair and unwillingness.
"The altar is destroyed! The passage...is also closed! No chance! No chance!"
"How could...how could this happen?"
"Seniors... we haven't entered the Nine Worlds battlefield yet! Please open the passage again and let us in!"
On the altar, countless demon clan juniors dropped their feet and cried bitterly, all heartbroken because they missed such a great opportunity.
Most of them are just ordinary demons from the Beitian Demon Realm, and they are not even qualified to enter the Nine Realms battlefield.
The reason why they can stand here today is because the demon forces behind them have spent almost all their resources and managed everything to get them such a precious opportunity.
Each one of them carries the hope of almost everyone in the clan!
But now, this ray of hope has been crushed to pieces by that big seal... completely shattered!
Amidst the wailing, only one person remained standing.
That human face
Xiang Yinrou, wearing thick eye shadow, holding a precious mirror in her hand.
The reason why he remained quiet was not because of his good psychological quality.
Rather, his Taoist heart was almost broken by such blows, and he simply did not dare to accept what was happening before him.
It wasn't until the wailing sounds from everywhere kept hearing that he slowly woke up.
The altar is cracked!
The channel is closed!
The princess of the Snow Mandrill Clan, the young master of the Three-Headed Lion Clan, and the junior of the Tiger Clan... were all forcibly sent to the battlefield of the Nine Realms by their ancestors using their magical powers.
He... is the only descendant of the Nine Spirits left behind in the outside world!
Just because his ancestor of Wuying Cave was comprehending the key point of a certain magical power and could not get out of the cave, even opening the altar was entrusted to the strong men from Shituoling. Naturally, it was impossible to use his magical power from a distance to kill him.
Sent into it.
"No...no...no!"
After saying no for several times, he knelt down on his knees and spurted out a mouthful of green blood. Then he buried his head and cried.
"I am the young master of Wuying Cave...the one who got the quasi-immortal weapon passed down from my ancestor! How could I be left outside? My ancestor said personally that the Xumi Mirror can be compared with the quasi-immortal weapon left in the battlefield of the Nine Realms.
The fairy weapon resonates! If I enter it, I will definitely bring great blessings to Wuying Cave! Ah..."
"Ziyou! You...why are you here? You...you failed to enter the Nine Realms battlefield?"
At this time, a strange voice came from a certain direction.
Immediately afterwards, the space was distorted, and a young man appeared on the altar. This young man looked young, and his face and facial features were similar to that of the snake demon male, but he gave off a more monstrous feeling.
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Seeing this person, Zi You burst into tears again: "Uncle Nine...that human race blocked the entrance with a big seal, ruining the chance for all of us to enter the battlefield of the Nine Realms!"
Chapter completed!