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Just when Qin Fengming was having a great time in the deep sea, within the forbidden area of the Jiaolong clan, a sudden change occurred on an extremely vast continent thousands of miles away.
On this vast expanse of land, there is a relatively narrow connecting section in the middle.
Although this narrow connecting part is not big, compared to the huge area connected to it, this small area is also tens of millions of miles away.
In such a vast area, there were originally two narrow areas tens of millions of miles wide that were shrouded in thick fog all year round.
The thick fog that surrounds these two areas usually has extremely powerful psychedelic effects. Even if a monk who transforms into an infant enters it, he usually cannot come out in a short time.
On this day, many monks who were patrolling the periphery of these two vast areas were suddenly startled by a dull roaring sound at the same time.
Listen carefully, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Because that dull roar came from the area called the ancient battlefield dozens of miles away.
"Ah...could it be that the War of the Three Realms is finally about to begin?"
This thought was a situation that all the monks who heard the dull and distant roaring sounds thought about at the same time.
Among these patrolling monks, there are many powerful men in the realm of infant transformation. With their bodies moving, the monks stood up one after another and flew towards the place usually shrouded in thick fog.
Looking at the extremely thin mist in front of them, the powerful monks did not break in directly. Instead, they released their spiritual consciousness and quickly scanned into the mist.
After a moment, everyone showed solemn expressions, turned their hands down, and fired out a transmission note.
The monks patrolling these two vast areas said that there were not too many, there were only more than a hundred in total, but in just one meal, dozens of transmission talismans were fired out, and these transmission talismans were only in After a pause in some places, more transmission notes were fired in all directions.
In just half a day, almost all the heads of major sects or immortal cultivating families on this extremely vast continent had received a transmission note in their hands.
There are only a few numbers on the transmission note: "Forefather, the fog around the ancient battlefield has begun to dissipate."
These transmission notes were like a call to war. As the transmission notes were scattered, countless monks appeared in numerous mountains and dense forests within a radius of millions of miles around the two vast ancient battlefields.
Among the monks who appeared, those with the lowest cultivation levels also had middle-stage foundation-building cultivation levels.
These monks suddenly appeared. Although their expressions were slightly nervous, they did not show any signs of panic. Under the leadership of the powerful monks, they all gathered towards the already negotiated gathering place.
Suddenly, tens of millions of monks were flying over the vast area, shooting.
This is definitely the first time such a huge scene has been seen on this continent in hundreds of thousands of years.
Just as many monks from the sects across the continent were sending messages to gather and prepare, suddenly several rays of escaping light were shot out from two vast ancient battlefields that were originally shrouded in thick fog.
These light escaping speeds are so fast that even the early stage monks can hardly catch the slightest breath.
Everyone only felt a slight energy fluctuation in the air. When they focused their attention to identify it carefully, the slight energy fluctuation had disappeared dozens of miles away.
Seeing the several rays of light shooting out from the sealed ancient battlefield, all the monks present were shocked, but after only a brief pause, they all calmed down.
Although everyone knows that the Three Realms War will break out within one or two years, everyone knows that even if the power of the spatial interface restriction weakens, it will not be stable instantly. It will take at least several days before the monks are allowed to enter the passage.
And judging from the faint aura revealed by the flash of light just now, there is no doubt that the person in those few lights must be a human monk.
Although everyone was puzzled by how many powerful human beings shot out from the ancient battlefield, there was no panic under the comfort of the infant transformation monks on site.
Changle Kingdom, in the Yellowstone Mountains, is where the Yangyan Gate was originally located.
At this time, in the main hall of Yang Yan Sect, there are no less than twenty great monks in the late stage of infant transformation who show great pressure and are sitting upright.
The three monks sitting at the top stood up almost at the same time as the three transmission notes shot away.
"Fellow Taoists, the restrictions on the periphery of the two ancient battlefields have been weakened. It seems that the war between the three realms that occurs once every 150,000 years is finally about to begin."
One of them, an old man who looked to be only in his fifties, had a calm expression. He glanced at everyone present and spoke in an extremely calm tone. There was no unusual fluctuation in his words.
This old man is none other than Master Qin Fengming, Zhuang Daoqin, one of the five great cultivators of Manghuang Mountain.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist Zhuang is saying that the power of the interface restriction has begun to weaken and the space crack has officially formed?"
After Zhuang Daoqin finished speaking, he paused for several breaths, and then finally in a period of calm, someone asked the question.
Although Zhuang Daoqin is only in the late stage of Huaying, among the many monks present here, there are several who are at the peak of Huaying, but none of these great monks at the peak of Huaying has any objection to Zhuang Daoqin sitting in the middle of the main hall. Christine exists
"The space cracks will not be formed at this time, but the power of the interface should be slowly weakening at this time. Fellow Taoists, don't worry. As long as we wait for the return of a few fellow Taoists, we will know the specific situation in the ancient battlefield."
Before the old man among them could speak, a monk next to him who looked to be only in his thirties or forties at the peak of Huaying Peak spoke. His expression was calm, as if he was not affected at all by the upcoming war of the Three Realms.
Sitting in this hall at this time are only a small number of the great monks from the Yuanfeng Empire who will participate in the Three Realms War. More great monks are leading the monks from various places to prepare to fight against the first wave of demons and ghosts.
Half a day later, six or seven extremely fast rays of light shot out from outside the Yellowstone Mountains. They only paused briefly at the restricted area of the Sun Flame Sect, and then shot directly into the main hall where the great monks were sitting.
"Ah, Senior Brother Weiming and some fellow Taoists have arrived. I'll go and greet them."
As those rays of light approached, Zhuang Daoqin, who was sitting in the center, stood up again and spoke with a slightly joyful expression. As he spoke, he had already stood up and walked towards the outside of the main hall. He was so fast that he reached the steps outside the main hall in almost a flash.
"Junior Brother Zhuang, fellow Taoists and I, you are fortunate to have lived up to your fate. At this time, there are two ancient battlefields. One is in the Huoliu Valley near the southeast, and the other is in the east of Wuyin Peak. There is already a line of hundreds of miles away. Something happened in a vast area thousands of miles wide and thousands of miles long. The space emitted bursts of roaring sounds, and the vitality of the heaven and earth nearby became extremely turbulent. It seems that a crack in the space will be formed within a few days, and the Three Realms War will officially break out..."
