These guys.
I really want to destroy this world! ?
Yan Xing hid in the altar, raised his eyes and looked out, watching the outside world becoming more and more intense, all kinds of terrifying cards being revealed one by one, and his expression could not help but become solemn.
This is indeed the situation he wants to see. For all purebloods, it would be best if both the Alliance and the Horde are dead. But if they were allowed to continue fighting like this, the world of pure blood would only be a fragmented purgatory.
I'm afraid ninety-nine percent of the countless creatures will die. When the battlefield spreads, even the borders of deep space will inevitably be affected.
You must know that whether it is a high-dimensional space-time or a multiverse, you can bring a true immortal across the world at will. To that extent, no one can escape.
"If these true immortals still have sense, they probably won't be so crazy. After a fight, if they are evenly matched, they will probably return to the negotiation table."
"The greatest possibility..."
"We will share the results of the Saint's Recovery Plan!"
Yan Xing frowned. Although he couldn't see the future clearly, it didn't mean that he couldn't analyze the situation. Judging from the past situation, plus the unknown source of the ultimate enemy was watching eagerly from the side, this possibility was very high.
This is not good news for purebloods.
"That's all, that's all, I can't control this with my current strength, but..."
"Hey, there's no problem in destroying the so-called saint's recovery plan."
A wicked smile appeared on Yan Xing's face, and his disembodied head slowly extended out of the altar. He looked around. Apart from him, there were nearly ten million ice coffins, and there was no other living person.
"I only have one chance, so act fast!"
Yan Xing's expression was solemn. He knew what the altar under his feet was. It was a relic weapon controlled by a true immortal. The moment he materialized it, his existence would probably be felt.
Fortunately, he has many advantages. For example, the time and space locked by the Mountains of the Gods cannot affect him. The passive talent [Time Traveler] can ignore all this.
Yan Xing sat cross-legged quietly. He was waiting, waiting for the war in the outside world to come to an end. Otherwise, if he made a move, the two forces would no longer have anything to fight for, and they would inevitably cease the war immediately and let them fight each other for a while. When the negotiations were about to begin, It's the best time to take action.
This is a full eight years. During the punishment period, I even took the time to jump away several times to "visit" the nine-color flower and maintain the virtual state. The [four-dimensional balance] has no effect, and I can only rely on sucking the flower. to eke out a living.
It has to be said that war is the best environment for the growth of nine-color flowers. The seven emotions and six desires of all living beings expand infinitely, and the collected essence of consciousness can last for a thousand years in ordinary times.
Taking control of all directions in the original world, his strength skyrocketed.
After eight years of war, more than ten true immortals have completely fallen, and the number of those who survived by dividing their souls has reached more than sixty. They will not be able to regain their fighting strength for a long time.
Three thousand realms were affected and destroyed, the boundless realm turned into nothingness, the stars were wiped out, one super galaxy cluster was completely wiped out, and the casualties of the people could not be counted.
In the eighth year, the two forces finally realized that something was wrong. The scarlet light in their eyes gradually disappeared and returned to the original place of the battlefield, the original site of Fuyu.
"I think we should have a good talk..."
talk?
Let’s talk slowly!
Yan Xing's eyes flashed brightly, and he lurked silently for eight years. Finally, it was his turn to take action.
Make it real!
Hell dimension! open--
Time jump! Good luck!
The whole process went smoothly, and he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind. Yan Xing felt that he had formed a muscle memory conditioned reflex. The whole process took less than a billionth of a snap of a finger.
All the coffins carrying pure-blood corpses were taken into the hell dimension. Then, a "bomb" made of the Philosopher's Stone exploded on the altar. The terrifying light of destruction swallowed up everything and covered everything. possible traces left behind.
It's perfect!
Outside, the expressions of the several true immortals who were jointly in charge of the altar changed wildly, with horror in their eyes, and they quickly opened the defensive barrier of the altar with their hands.
Boom!
The bright white light expanded, crushing the void and crushing the thoughts of the real immortals present. They all felt a surge in their hearts, as if the sky was falling.
"no, do not want--"
The Lord of Samsara's eyes were wide open, and he rushed towards the altar like a mad dog. The ultimate destructive impact was blown away by the strong wind he brought, and the dark figure flashed countless times in an instant, traveling to every corner of the altar.
No more, all gone...
The Lord of Samsara stood there blankly, as if he was stupid, and the aura exuding from his whole body was extremely cold.
Buzz!
The mandala appears in a circle, actively protecting the Lord, blooming with endless colorful brilliance, suppressing and covering up the violent aura of the Lord of Reincarnation.
"Lord of Reincarnation!
"
The expressions of the true immortals changed slightly, and they quickly drank the soul-shaking divine sound. Although they were also disturbed by the disappearance of pure-blood corpses, they were not completely out of control like the Lord of Reincarnation.
If you are not careful, an unknown will will come to you.
The Lord of Samsara was awakened to consciousness, and he quickly restrained his breath, showing a hint of fear.
"Nine Clans Alliance, are you kidding me?"
The expressions of the supreme gods of all tribes and tribes were gloomy. They felt that they were big fools and were being fooled. They had obviously used many methods, and for the past eight years, many qi machines had been locked on the altar.
Unexpectedly, the Nine Tribes Alliance took advantage of him and secretly took away the pure-blood corpse by some unknown means.
Are you going to negotiate with them hypocritically afterwards?
Is this the attitude of negotiation?
"It seems that this battle must continue to the death!"
Rumble——
The gods were furious, the sky changed drastically, and endless dark clouds covered the sky and spread wantonly.
"etc!"
"We've been tricked!"
The expressions of the true immortals in the alliance changed slightly, and they also realized that something was wrong. Their family members knew about their own affairs, but they really had not done anything about it, and they felt extremely aggrieved.
If you don't want to fight, it's not because you're afraid of the other party, but because you don't want the guy hiding in the dark to reap the benefits.
"Scheming? Damn! Is there anyone in this world who can scheme better than your alliance?"
"Want to delay time? Wait until the saint's resurrection is completed before you kill us?"
"Don't even think about it!
"
"Kill them! Until death!
"
boom--
It was impossible to explain at all, and the tribes of all races did not give them a chance. The overwhelming terrorist attacks fell and the war resumed.
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The misunderstanding can be resolved. "
Ancestor Xiaoyao Wu Nian shook his head, raised his hand and threw the huge bronze cauldron with a bang, forcing a supreme god back.
Yes, this is the only way now. Time will prove it. Didn’t the Ten Thousand Tribes say that they took away the pure-blood corpses?
Then, as time goes by, the saint's recovery plan should be completed, and the remains of the saint will enter the battlefield and end everything.
If the saint's remains had not appeared, they would have been able to escape suspicion.
…
"Is this the pure-blood cemetery of the Ten Thousand Tribes? Compared to the human tomb, it is much simpler."
A silvery white light flashed in the void, and Yan Xing appeared out of thin air. He glanced at the flesh and blood particles mixed in the countless dust particles on the ground, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Well done to the Holy Court.
"Since we are going to do this, I will never cause any further trouble. How can I leave you another batch of pure blood essence?"
Yan Xing smiled and sat cross-legged on the spot. His body became hollow and all aura fluctuations were eliminated at the same time, ignoring the strict sensing methods here.
Just like last time, he still had to wait for the two parties to cease fighting before collecting the corpses.
If you take action in advance, the tribes of all tribes will also notice that it is the same reason and the same handling method as before, but it will be much easier.
This time it was faster. Only three years had passed. According to the information obtained from the tribes of all tribes, if resources were sufficient, one year would be enough to revive the remains of a saint.
The misunderstanding was resolved.
There were still some casualties.
Soon, the two forces were in the ruins of the battlefield. They finalized their cooperation through telepathy and rushed to the pure-blood cemetery of the tribes of all tribes, preparing to collect the pure-blood corpses.
Among them, the Lord of Reincarnation is the most excited and urgent.
"Ah~ it's finally over, let me wait!"
Yan Xing stood up slowly and repeated his old tricks. When the group of true immortals just stepped into this place, they were faced with the familiar destructive white light again, with an extremely violent impact.
"No--"
"My pure blood essence!
"
The Lord of Samsara knelt on the ground, looked up to the sky and roared. For a moment, his figure actually looked a little sad and desolate.
"You, who are you!?? Come out here! Get out!
"
"I***!"
Pfft——
The dignified true immortal giant was so angry that he vomited out his heart essence and blood. It was really tragic.
