"Kill all these bitches for me, brothers, here is your chance to avenge your tribe."

Wang Long roared angrily and led the Kuangdao army to charge. Lian Xing, Yao Yue and others came to reinforce. Beichen Fei, Po Xing Yue and others responded accordingly.

In Emperor Wu's city, all the blood-sealed warriors of the nine immortal traditions were released. At this time, their survival was in danger, and the immortal warriors tried their best to suppress the enemy.

The long battle line was breached by the enemy, and the hundreds of feet of strange beasts rushed back and forth, tearing apart the defense of the immortal warriors, and their huge bodies knocked countless strong men upside down.

The alien creatures opened their fangs and devoured the immortal warriors one by one. The top of Emperor Wu's city looked like a doomsday scene.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, Emperor Wu's City is the last line of defense, the Immortal Realm cannot be destroyed."

"Don't die." The warriors present burned their own origins, and among the flashes of swords and shadows, they died one by one on the top of the city. All the aliens came up to kill them like crazy.

"Fire out the holy soldiers." The ancestor of the Human King Palace shouted. A bronze temple was sacrificed by many masters, instantly triggering the rhythm of heaven and earth, overwhelming thousands of miles, and destroying countless strong aliens.

The blood holy soldiers from the alien camp attacked, and there was a terrifying collision with the Bronze Temple.

In the sky and on the ground, all warriors were bleeding. The supreme methods of the Imperial Immortal Sect were displayed one by one, blocking the pace of the alien army.

With a bang, the ground in Emperor Wu's city collapsed. Yan Zhen struck into Emperor Wu's city with one blow, causing the death of countless creatures.

"How dare you, the alien thief?"

A blood-sealed warrior was so angry that he rushed out of the city with a black coffin on his back and killed Yan Zhen.

"Bury you with my true blood." The blood-sealed warrior directly sacrificed the black coffin. Yan Zhen's expression suddenly changed, and his own energy was pulled.

"Heavenly Burial Coffin." Yan Zhen felt the ancient aura coming towards his face. The black mysterious coffin was indestructible and was engraved with thirty-three levels of heavenly burial secret patterns.

This is an imitation, not the sky-burial coffin that was circulated in ancient times, but it is still terrifying.

The blood-sealed warrior directly sacrificed his blood to himself with terrifying decisiveness, and the terrifying power of the black coffin was suddenly activated.

Thirty-three layers of secret patterns enveloped the heavens, and the black mysterious coffin turned invisible. When it reappeared, Yan Zhen had fallen into it and could not even escape.

To bury the sky, to bury the sky, means to bury the sky.

No matter what methods Yan Zhen uses, even if he burns real blood, he can't escape from this coffin.

A deep and terrifying aura instantly filled his body, the runes all over Yan Zhen's body disintegrated, and his body and soul were penetrated by mysterious power.

He was bleeding from all his orifices and howling in pain. Finally, his soul died and he fell into the black coffin.

The black mysterious coffin self-destructed, taking away a top master and a person who was called the ancestor of the clan.

"If you kill him well, Yan Zhen should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

"Where is Yue Yue's army? Let me intercept the powerful enemies outside the city."

"Everyone, follow me and charge."

Thousands of dragon colts and ferocious beasts were galloping, and there were many iron armors. The iron-blooded army of the Immortal Emperor Sect took the initiative to rush outside the city, and thousands of warriors responded.

There is no way to retreat in the world of immortality, the only option is to fight to the end.

Corpses are piled into mounds, and mountains and rivers are devastated.

Among the alien creatures, there are endless Nirvana masters. They break through quickly and want to kill Emperor Wu's city. Wang Yangming, Qian Yuzi, Ghost Dao Sect and others are all fighting against the strong ones.

"Kill them out, otherwise the battlefield situation will become more and more dangerous." Wang Xiaer roared. More than 100,000 Kuangdao troops defended the defense line. The strong men of the tribe were working hard to counterattack the foreign army.

"I still want to counterattack. I'm dreaming that we will massacre this city with blood." The Immortal Imperial Clan from a foreign land spoke, and countless foreign races boiled and rushed towards the Immortal Warrior.

A large number of foreign races are providing reinforcements. Thousands of formation flags are flying on Emperor Wu's city. The strong men of Emperor Wu's Pavilion are coming out in full force. Thousands of immortal warriors are coming from behind to quickly suppress the enemy.

The enemy and we were deeply involved in the war. After fighting for a day and a night, the Immortal Realm still could not eliminate all the powerful aliens, and a corner of Emperor Wu's City was opened.

"If this continues, we will become a fuel tactic." The ancestor of Daoluo Palace said angrily. The casualties of the alien camp were greater than those of the Immortal Realm, but they just closed this gap.

The immortal warriors can only fight with iron and blood, back and forth.

"Everyone, work together and drive them out." Holy Lord Zi Yao shouted. As a Holy Lord, he is now fighting in a bloody battle. He can't even tell whether it is the enemy's blood or his own blood.

"Well said, if we are not afraid of death, the foreign races will not be able to destroy our Emperor Wu City." The Holy Master responded and led thousands of disciples deep into the enemy's army.

In Emperor Wu's city, thousands of formation masters were restoring the formation. They activated part of the area, killed a large number of aliens, and blocked the enemy's attack route.

Silence, the holy soldiers trembled, and then struck by, the enemy's blood fell like rain, and the sky-high fire destroyed a large area, and the scope of the impact became wider and wider.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death." Some warriors shouted until their throats became hoarse. They tried to boost their own morale. On the battlefield, morale was very important.

The geniuses of the two worlds fought fiercely, and some geniuses fought until they were exhausted and died.

"The geniuses of the Immortal Realm really don't want their lives." The genius of the foreign race cursed angrily, not for any other reason, just because there were three geniuses of immortality who blew themselves up in front of him.

Their eyes were full of determination and calmness, without even the slightest hesitation or timidity.

At this time, in the Immortal Realm, all states and places were under transfer orders. Some sects were withering and declining, but when they received transfer orders, they still had no hesitation.

The domain gates opened one after another, and a large number of warriors entered the wilderness and the land of Cangzhou. The Xinggu tribe called on all the forces in Cangzhou to participate in the war, and all the forces in Cangzhou responded. In the end, 1.3 million warriors gathered.

The Xinggu tribe increased its troops by 1.2 million, and an army of 2.5 million rushed to the battlefield in a mighty manner.

As a powerful family in the world, the Xinggu tribe cannot shirk its righteousness. At the same time, the Xinggu tribe is also preparing for the worst.

Wang Xiahou commanded the whole clan, and all the clansmen became busy. If the heaven and the earth were destroyed, the sun, moon and Kunlun would lead all the clansmen to drift between heaven and earth.

"I really don't know how long this battle will last?" Wang Xiahou murmured to himself. Now he is the strongest fighting force in the clan. He has the destiny of the clan and cannot be easily compromised.

The tribesmen went to war and rushed to the battlefield, and the tribe's land of 30,000 miles was obviously in a lot of depression.

The Bronze Clan's tripod hums and trembles, and its luck is still at its peak. This is also the Xinggu Tribe's greatest guarantee.

When Mu Wushuang died, the Bronze Clan Cauldron had sensed it and mourned for him. Even though he was protected by the fate of his family, he still fell. This shows how tragic this battle was.

Wang Xiahou showed reluctance and sent 1.2 million men to fight. I don't know how many of them returned in the end.

In a daze, he actually felt that warriors were not as good as ordinary people. The Xinggu tribe was powerful, but in this era, with wars and wars for years, the so-called golden age was just a joke.

Climbing to the top, there have been countless strong men throughout the ages, but there are only a few who can do it.

With the reinforcements from warriors from various places, all the immortal warriors on Emperor Wu's city stepped forward one after another, and the military morale was greatly boosted.
Chapter completed!