Lord Hong

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Feiyu Peak.

"Ye Lan." Yanglou looked at Ye Lan who was dressed in red, and said solemnly: "Your talent is extremely high, you have been selected into the 'fire list', and you are eligible to go to the Chengyang Ruins. If you survived, why stay here?"

"Master Yang, what about Yunhong's big brother and sister-in-law?" Ye Lan shook his head lightly and said, "Where's Xu'er? Can they also go to the Chengyang Ruins?"

Yanglou was silent.

The ruins of Chengyang are the only hope for the revival of the human race once they are defeated. Every quota is extremely precious, how can ordinary people enter?

In the world, there are too many mundane customs involved with cultivators.

Time is urgent.

How can I take care of everything?

"Master Yang, I have made up my mind." Ye Lan said calmly: "Before Yun Hong left, I promised him to take good care of the Yun family. I will stay in the sect and wait for Yun Hong to come back."

Yang Lou stared at Ye Lan, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

But in the end.

He didn't say anything.

After so many years, he also knew a thing or two about Ye Lan's character.

soon.

After arranging the affairs of the sect, the four true immortals of Jidao Sect left the sect under the watchful eyes of many senior immortals.

……

Less than an hour.

Under the full mobilization of the huge intelligence agency of Xuntian Temple, all sects and clans in the world got the news.

The battle between the two clans.

coming.

Moreover, this battle is different from any war in the past thousands of years. It is a real battle of survival. If the human race loses, it will be an unprecedented catastrophe for the human race in the five domains.

From great monks in the spiritual realm to ordinary immortals, everyone knew the truth of the matter.

Many monks in the real fairyland bid farewell to their family members, disciples, relatives and friends, and then they were led by a monk in the spiritual realm.

Across the mountains and ice fields and the sea, they rushed to the central region one after another.

……

Nearly four hours later.

In the Qingxuan Battle Hall and the Hall of Heroes, more than a hundred true immortal monks from the five regions of the world have gathered.

Every true immortal monk, or the ancestor of one sect, or a powerful existence sitting in one side, are all elites of the Changfeng Human Race.

Every one of them is a strong man who has come out of the mortal world of hundreds of millions of people.

Above the main hall.

He is a cultivator in the realm of spiritual consciousness exuding a powerful aura from the Seven Paths.

"Everyone." The white-haired Taoist Tianxu glanced down, and said softly: "There are actually 160 four real immortals in my human race, except those who entered the Chengyang ruins, and a few who were closed to death and cut off the news. 140 three, I am very happy."

In the hall, more than 100 real immortals listened quietly.

Everyone was staring at Taoist Tianxu, the most powerful leader in the history of the human race.

"But, I won't hide it from you."

Taoist Tianxu said softly: "This battle, the possibility of my race winning is not very high. Once defeated, whether it is us in the spiritual realm or you, I am afraid that most of them will perish."

Many true immortal monks listened silently.

"This battle is dangerous."

"It is not mandatory to participate in the war."

"If there are real immortals who have concerns and don't want to participate in the battle, they can go directly to the Chengyang ruins." Taoist Tianxu calmly said: "Is there?"

It was quiet.

"Honorable Lord Tianxu, you don't need to say any more. We all understand that this battle is completely different from the past sectarian battles. There is always room for fighting between our human races." King Zhenyang said in a low voice: "But this decisive battle , once we lose, the Yaozu will never let us go."

"Is there any eggs under the overturned nest?"

"Yes, we have no retreat!"

"Fight!"

"Back then, when we set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, we all swore an oath in this hall, to be the sword of the human race, and to cut down the world's evil monsters."

"Let's fight, for thousands of years, there will always be a decisive battle, and our human race will definitely win." A true immortal monk said.

No one hesitated.

No one hesitated.

Perhaps, in the past many years, many of them have enmity with each other, have fought with each other, and many sects have even fought with each other.

but.

this moment.

The great hatred and hatred have been put down, and all the cultivators of the race have only one goal and one thought in their hearts - to defeat the Yaozu!

Defeat the Yaozu!

Taoist Tianxu, Dongfang Wu, Xing Wusheng and other spiritual realms looked at each other, their eyes were full of excitement and joy.

The 6000-year spirit of the human race has not died out.

The oath made with iron and blood by the immortal cultivators of the human race has never been forgotten.

"If we lose, we will live and die together!"

"If you win, your names will always be recorded in the annals of our Changfeng Human Race, and will be passed down to generations to come!" Dongfang Wu took a deep breath and said word by word: "The Human Race will definitely win!"

"The human race will win!"

"The human race will win!" The roars of more than a hundred true immortals resounded through the heaven and earth, like thousands of troops, and even more like the belief of hundreds of millions of human beings!

"set off!"

Accompanied by Dongfang Wu's order.

"boom!"

The Qingxuan Battle Hall rumbled and trembled, spreading in all directions.

This is the number one treasure of the human race that has been suspended in Zhongzhou for hundreds of years, and the headquarters of the Xuntian Temple is located in the Qingxuan Battle Hall.

In the past 400 years, it was dispatched again, and finally disappeared in the eyes of countless mortals below.

The direction Zhandian flew to was Nanyuan.

that day.

The official historian of the Dagan Empire recorded: "In the 6137th year of the Gregorian calendar, on March [-]th, the demon clan will disrupt the world, and all the immortals of the human race will gather after hearing the news. The Temple of Yuxian will span [-] miles in the sky, and the sword will guide the abyss!"

……

In a side hall not far from the Hall of Heroes, Mu Nan in a white robe was silent.

With his sensory ability, Taoist Tianxu and the others didn't deliberately conceal it, he naturally heard all kinds of things in the Hall of Heroes.

"Changfeng Human Race?" Mu Nan muttered to himself.

The roars of those immortal cultivators made his heart, which had been silent for a long time, rekindle a trace of blood.

It's like being a teenager again.

"You are still very weak."

"But given you enough time, maybe you will have a place in the Great Thousand World in the future." Mu Nan's eyes were extremely complicated.

just.

The Changfeng human race, descended from generation to generation, naturally belonged to the Luoxiao Palace lineage, and they were life and death enemies with the Dongxuanzong where he belonged.

"wrong."

"Where is that cultivator 'Yun Hong' of the world god system in the Changfeng Human Race?" Mu Nan frowned slightly: "Why didn't I see it?"

……

The Changfeng world is in turmoil.

but.

This has no effect on the mysterious dragon burial world.

Not to mention that there are no monks in the Zifu Realm, even if there are monks in the Zifu Realm, it will not affect the dragon burial world in the slightest.

The fourth floor of Dragon Palace.

In the empty hall, in front of the Qinglong mural.

Yun Hong is still quietly comprehending the mysteries of various Taoisms on the murals, and he is still unaware of major events happening outside.

Chapter 71 Breakthrough

Sit cross-legged in this way to meditate.

Yunhong has lasted for a full month, since he entered the fourth floor of the Dragon Palace for one year and three months, he has not practiced sword again.

It seems that he has been immersed in enlightenment and has not woken up.

……

In the towering cyan temple deep in the Dragon Palace.

The Qinglong, which was more than ten feet long, was staring at the scene of Yunhong's cultivation projected by the huge light curtain, but beside him stood a figure shrouded in mist.

"Qinglong, is this the little guy you said had hope?" The misty figure's voice was ethereal, with a hint of coldness.

"Lingzun, I really don't blame me."

Qinglong shook his head and said: "This Yunhong, at the beginning, progressed extremely fast, and he was perfectly integrated with the Tianlong Army standard armor. He is definitely one of the three wind-type gods."

"However, it's been almost a year and a half, and I can't even reach the third level of the domain." The misty figure said indifferently: "Such talent is mediocre."

Qinglong stopped talking immediately.

He didn't understand either.

According to his original estimate, with Yunhong's progress rate, he could break through in about a year, but he still hasn't broken through yet.

suddenly.

"Huh?" Misty figure's eyes lit up, and he let out a voice of surprise: "His swordsmanship..."

Qinglong couldn't help but also looked at the projection, showing surprise with just one glance.

Originally, Yun Hong had been meditating and comprehending.

Suddenly.

He began to practice swordsmanship.

"This sword technique! How is it possible!" Qinglong suddenly showed shock.

……

On the fourth floor of Dragon Palace.

Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!

Yun Hong waved the Feihong Sword in his palm, and strands of sword light lit up, each strand of sword light was so beautiful and dazzling, sometimes like ice and snow filling the sky, sometimes like a sword wandering about a dragon.

Jian Guang's speed and power are far stronger than when he first entered the Dragon Palace.

Simultaneously.

The wisps of sword light released did not dissipate directly, but more sword lights evolved naturally, and the emergence of these sword lights even aroused gusts of light wind.

soon.