The other people's condition was not so good. Zhao Yun broke into the depths of the starry sky, but it was difficult to see a star of life in the vast world.

She could only hide on a death star to heal her wounds. There was not much spiritual liquid and holy pill left on her body, which made it difficult for her to recover from her injuries.

In desperation, she had no choice but to set up a means to choose to rebirth again, and from then on she slept on the stars.

Such a move is undoubtedly a risk. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the difficulty of Nirvana. She is already a strong man at the level of Taoist Ancestor, and her chances of success are extremely slim.

Nangong Wentian was even more tragic. He was chased by the enemy. When he was fighting against the enemy, half of his body was blown up by the enemy. He almost died on the spot. In desperation, he escaped with the forbidden technique. Now he is hiding on a star and dare not look up.

He took out a deadly ancient divine coffin and sealed himself in, seeking survival in death in order to survive this disaster.

Bai Jing's nine tails have cut off four of them, and has lost a large amount of life origin. His cultivation has fallen directly out of the Nirvana Realm. Fortunately, the nine tail bloodline is invincible and he has never fallen.

She became more careful than ever, lying dormant in the black star field.

Jiang Huangdao fought with her, vaguely triggering some kind of power blessing, and it became even more extraordinary. It was this knife that allowed Bai Jingyi to kill several terrible opponents.

"I didn't expect that the restoration of the ancient country in southern Xinjiang was just a flash in the pan." Bai Jingyi's hometown was deeply in love with the country. At this time, the army of foreign races was probably a disaster to the world of immortality, and the ancient country in southern Xinjiang might be destroyed because of this.

Bai Jingyi was a little unwilling to accept it, but more of it was relieved. If she did it again, she might not choose to restore the ancient country.

Above a star, the son of God Hongyi was in a state of despair. The ancestors of the Batian Palace were killed in battle, leaving him alone. Although he escaped from heaven, he was also seriously injured.

When he thinks of the enemy's terrible strength, he feels a deep powerlessness. His Taoist heart was frustrated for the first time and it is difficult to accept it. He is extremely talented, and he is as helpless as today.

The mental sores caused by the battlefield can only be achieved by yourself.

Wang Dazhuang and Wang Xiaojue escaped as they wished. Although they were injured, their injuries were better than others. They healed for several months and finally recovered from their actions.

Jian Liushang was in the most painful state. He fainted directly on a death star, without even making any preparations. A broken sword was inserted into his heart on his chest, and the soul light was dim on his eyebrows.

Taotie was seriously injured and targeted by the Supreme Being, and almost fell into the starry sky. He opened his mouth and swallowed hundreds of huge stars, and refined them all into the essence of life.

If you perceive it carefully, Taotie's true body is still bleeding.

He suppressed his own aura, for fear of being noticed by the most powerful creatures in the chaotic world. Those creatures were simply extremely powerful, they were the gods and demons who survived in the ancient times, and the terrifying giants who dominated everything.

The ancient times were really unimaginable, otherwise why would it kill countless innate gods and demons, and even almost overturn the gods and demons' nests? Unfortunately, such an era finally came to an end.

The same is true for the Nine Demons. They carefully avoided the enemy's tracking and hibernated into the endless starry sky. When they entered the third realm, they had the capital to grow.

What he needs is time, and only by hiding can he participate in the final battle.

After a year of slightest enlightenment, Wang Chang'an's body was filled with blood and his soul was recovered. The golden sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly, and his strong soul power was reappeared. The Taoist wounds on his body healed one after another, and his cultivation was recovering day by day.

The Chaos Green Lotus also revived with Wang Chang'an, and the green light surged little by little, regaining vitality.

Wang Changan couldn't help but feel a little happy. Today, he has really escaped the death disaster and will not die easily.

"Zodiac Yan, Chengzu, you wait." Wang Changan is not a bad person. When he improves his cultivation, he must settle the score later.

At this time, the world of immortality was full of blood, countless lives and people were killed and injured, countless mountains and rivers were broken, the Taoist land became boundless ruins, and many creatures became food for foreign races, and the Taoist fortune in one world was constantly harvested.

The world is turbulent, and the people are sad, and they compose extremely desolate tragic songs. Some people even regret being born in this era.

What can be seen everywhere are the thick bones and the remains are mountains. There are endless wars, destruction, massacre, and hell on earth that are not enough to describe the world of immortality today.

The nine great eternal Taoist dynasties are still defending the dead, every inch of mountain and river is every inch of blood, and there are also people in the world of immortality who will fight to the death and establish a heart for the heaven and earth.

Cangzhou has blood flowed thousands of miles away, and they don’t even know how they survived. The Baiduan Mountains have long become a ruin, with countless heroes burying their bones and sprinkling blood on the battlefield.

Wang Xiahou was covered in blood, his eyes were a little tired and bitter, and there were endless murderous intent. All the Cangzhou warriors who were guarding the defense line with him were numb.

In the past year, people know what kind of suffering they have experienced.

They have seen their relatives chewed by foreigners and thrown away their bones, and have also seen their family turn into pieces of flesh and blood.

The genius Taoist fetus and the youngest supreme ones cannot shake the fierce enemy.

All the enemies have is bloodthirsty desire, sharp minions, and terrifying Taoist soldiers. All of them become meat grinders on this battlefield.

The Xinggu tribe suffered a lot of casualties, a large number of tribe members fell, and even elders died in battle. It was like mountains pressing on the hearts of all tribe members.

"I can't rest yet, everyone should change their defenses quickly." Wang Zhouhai was powerless. He was missing an arm and was being treated by his tribe members.

A large number of warriors took action, and Wang Tingshan and Wang Tianyi were even more busy setting up the formation plate. After a year of war, the Cangzhou warriors were killed and injured, and now the front line seems a little depressed.

"Our foundation is too shallow." said a head of a martial arts family. They have been rooted in Cangzhou for a hundred years, but in the end, no top power has been born.

Many forces are not weak, but lack top-notch existences.

The alien camp was also a little unbelievable. They could never believe that Cangzhou could withstand more than a year. The Xinggu tribe completely built Cangzhou into an iron barrel, which was airtight.

"I really didn't expect that the Ancient Apricot tribe would have such a move. It built such a large formation based on the Lingchuan vein."

There was a creature of Nirvana who spoke, and it was no exaggeration to say that every inch of the mountains and rivers in Cangzhou had been patterned by the Ancient Ancestral Tribe.

Those big cities became the base of the formation, and the attack was indescribable.

"It's hard to imagine that they have only been prosperous for a hundred years, but they can't create a brand new imperial family if they let them develop for ten thousand years."

The defectors of Yuanling Mansion sighed that when the Lingzu reached the third realm, their status in the foreign land also increased, and they claimed to be the imperial clan.

"I would have loved the elders and the others." Wang Yi looked at the red embroidered lady covered in blood, with a little regret in his eyes.

If Wang Chang'an was here, he would definitely be able to destroy all enemies.

"Yes! I don't know how the Great Elder is?" Hong Xiuniang responded, picked up the holy liquid and took it. Her injuries were unusual.

Wang Changle seemed very calm, Wang Yuandao, Huangfu Wuyou, Wang Zhinuan and others stood beside him, and they were the top combat power of the Xinggu tribe.
Chapter completed!