Central Continent, Demonic Palace.
In that oval dark room, the seven cold thrones were empty. Suddenly, dark light flickered, and seven consecutive incarnations of spiritual power condensed.
"Everyone is here."
The first person to speak was the mysterious Lord Lilin, the master of the Demon Palace.
The third seat from the left is still the three extraterrestrial visitors from the Demon Palace, Wei Canghai, Jiang Tian, and Shen Qiuli.
The three on the right are Mo Zhenzi, Yue Potian, and Mo Gu Qiong!
"Everyone, everything that should be prepared is ready. Huangfu Zhenwu's injuries have also recovered. It's time to take action."
Lord Li Lin said.
Hearing this, several spiritual power avatars nodded in agreement, but Wei Canghai's avatar closed his eyes and showed no reaction.
"But the people from Ling Palace will definitely jump out, and Huangfu Yu can't hide the fact that he can trigger the blood sacrifice."
Venerable Li Lin said in a deep voice.
"In Eastern and Western Xinjiang, we only need to ensure that the blood sacrifice in one place is successful. This is our advantage."
Mogu Qiong spoke.
Everyone agrees.
"I'll go to Western Xinjiang. As for the main battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang, I'll leave it to you."
After a moment of silence, Mo Zhenzi suddenly smiled.
"you alone?"
Lord Li Lin looked at the incarnation of Mo Zhenzi and asked.
"I have been preparing for this for so long. It is enough for me alone. Moreover, if you and Huangfu Zhenwu appear in Eastern Xinjiang together, the pressure on my side will not be too great."
Mo Zhenzi said.
"feasible."
Great Elder Yue Potian spoke in agreement.
"Can."
"Can."
"Can."
Wei Canghai, Jiang Tian and Shen Qiuli said one after another.
"Then take action tonight. Everyone, success or failure depends on this. Go away."
Venerable Li Lin said, the incarnation disappeared, and the other six incarnations also disappeared, and the oval dark room returned to silence and depth.
An undercurrent is surging.
It's winter now, and it's snowing outside today.
Snowy night, silent.
In Liudao City in Western Xinjiang, heavy snow is falling. Dafeng is located in a remote area, and the wind and snow are extremely cold.
In the room late at night, Qi Muxian had already fallen asleep, and Tang Xingfeng sat cross-legged alone, concentrating his mental power. His mental power was only a thin line away from breaking through the fifth level soul realm.
"It's strange. Today, I always feel a bit depressed."
Tang Xingfeng paused his practice midway, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the falling snow outside the window. It seemed that something big was about to happen on this snowy night.
Tang Xingfeng got up and walked to the window.
At this time, Qi Muxian also woke up.
When Qi Muxian saw Tang Xingfeng standing quietly by the window for a long time, she felt a little strange, because Tang Xingfeng had never been distracted for no reason before.
Qi Muxian stood up, took a thick cloak, walked behind Tang Xingfeng, and put the cloak on for him.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you worried?"
Qi Muxian asked.
"It's okay, Xian'er."
Tang Xingfeng turned around and held Qi Muxian in his arms. He didn't say that he felt a little uneasy tonight, maybe he was overthinking it. After all, it felt like something mysterious.
"Brother Feng, look, this snow-white Liudao City is really beautiful..."
Qi Muxian stroked her belly with one hand, "After this winter, our child will be born."
"Um."
Tang Xingfeng took Qi Muxian's hand and kissed Qi Muxian.
Quiet snowy night, charming and gentle.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Tang Xingfeng's expression changed and he held Qi Muxian's hand tightly.
Qi Muxian also felt Tang Xingfeng's abnormality for a moment.
Tang Xingfeng looked out the window and looked toward the east.
"Demon Palace, can't you finally bear it..."
Tang Xingfeng murmured.
Eastern Xinjiang.
The cold wind is biting.
Countless figures with powerful auras stood in the sky, with more than a million people in total!
This is war!
The entire central region of Eastern Xinjiang was quickly occupied, and a terrifying bloody face appeared in the void. In an instant, under the entire Eastern Xinjiang's earth veins, bloody runes spread out of the surface and quickly gathered towards the bloody face!
Some sects and families in Eastern Xinjiang were crushed by countless strong men on the way to the collection of blood runes. Even the sects at the forefront of Eastern Xinjiang were crushed and destroyed.
After the destruction, Huangfu Zhenwu activated the blood runes, absorbed the blood of the deceased, and continued to collect it towards the bloody face.
"Die!"
Suddenly, heroes descended from heaven, and after the Spiritual Palace learned that the target of the Demonic Palace was Eastern Xinjiang, millions of lions came to support Dongjiang.
The female war goddess Yi Fengna transformed into a majestic giant, swept through thousands of armies, and killed thousands of strong men in the Demon Palace with one blow. A bloody rune was turned into powder by her!
"Yifona! Let's fight!"
The Great Elder of the Demon Palace, Yue Potian, arrived, and the two sides fought together, causing the space to tremble.
At the same time, the strong men in the Spirit Palace were intercepting the blood runes and fighting with the strong men in the Demon Palace.
The entire Eastern Frontier has ushered in an unprecedented catastrophe. Countless lives are like ants. The Body Refining Realm, the Lingyuan Realm, the Linggang Realm, and even the Spiritual King Realm all seem too powerless in the face of the catastrophe.
Human life is like grass.
In Southern and Northern Xinjiang, a large number of strong men also appeared, occupying families and sects one after another, and causing massacres.
The Ling Palace also sent people to support southern and northern Xinjiang.
In terms of scale, more than 90% of the power of the Demon Palace is in Eastern Xinjiang, and Huangfu Zhenwu appears in Eastern Xinjiang. The war situation in Eastern Xinjiang is much more tragic than that in northern and southern Xinjiang.
Tonight, Lei Jixing is in chaos, and there are wars everywhere!
Only in Xijiang, the snow is still falling, and there is still no sign of the strong man from the Demon Palace.
Tang Xingfeng has sent additional experts from the Six Swordsmen to find out the news.
"Brother Feng, we can definitely stop the Demon Palace, right?"
Qi Muxian held Tang Xingfeng's arms with both hands, looking a little nervous.
"Don't worry, Xian'er. The overall strength of the Spirit Palace camp is now stronger than that of the Demon Palace. The elders and above of the Demon Palace are all under surveillance, especially the high-level Spirit Masters."
Tang Xingfeng said.
To appease Qi Muxian, Tang Xingfeng knew in his heart that Xijiang would not be so peaceful. This was abnormal.
Tang Xingfeng asked Qi Muxian to stay in the room to rest, and he had to go out and take a look.
The six sword masters are in charge of the main hall.
The six leaders arrived, including the elders, protectors, and some of the golden-robed people.
Waiting for news from the front.
But the strange thing is that half a day has passed and it is dawn, but the western border is still calm, and there is no trace of the appearance of a large number of powerful people from the Demon Palace.
Could it be that the Demon Palace gave up on Western Frontier?
Tang Xingfeng didn't know either.
As time goes by, the entire Eastern Xinjiang has been reduced to darkness. The tens of millions of miles of territory in the central part of Eastern Xinjiang have been leveled by the terrifying power!
The former No. 1 sect in Eastern Xinjiang, the Tibetan Armed God Sect, is now in devastation, with some dilapidated buildings still visible.
Hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Tibetan Weapon Divine Sect are almost dead. Supreme Elder Han Ming has fallen. Most of the top leaders have fallen. Only a few are alive, but they have also been scattered. For example, the sect leader Lian Chen is holding a five-marked weapon in prison. Divine Palace', kill the strong man from the Demonic Palace!
Because the war came so suddenly, Lianchen saw the thousands-year-old foundation of the Tibetan Armed God Sect disappear in an instant. He could not accept this cruel reality, and he was already red-eyed at this time.
"kill!"
"Die!"
"Chubby!!"
Under the spirit master realm, no one could stop Lian Chen. Throughout the night, Lian Chen killed countless people.
The number of elders in the Demonic Palace's spiritual realm was not dominant, and almost all of them were restrained. As the night passed, several spiritual elders also fell.
A ray of sunshine falls on the blood!
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