The Lord of Autumn kills in silence.
The autumn wind is bleak, the waves are rising, and everything is withering.
The three tribes of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin have already stocked up on supplies and are preparing for a protracted war in the Land of Yunmeng.
The investment of one hundred thousand demon soldiers per side is not that much for the billions of creatures in the prehistoric era, but for the forces on the ninth level of the prehistoric world, this number is already very large.
The three races of innate mythical beasts are born with great luck. It is said that when the great god Pangu created the world, he changed nine times in one day, and the three forms of dragon, phoenix and unicorn were three of the nine changes.
From this perspective, the forms of dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns are originally a type of innate Taoism. The world was created by Pangu, so his form is naturally loved by heaven and earth.
What's more, the tremendous merit accumulated by the three tribes when they were still suffering from the fierce beasts and calamities!
The three major factors of talent, luck, and merit came together to create the power and fame of the three tribes. They controlled the three types of creatures: scales, birds, and beasts, and stood proudly at the top of the wilderness.
How many innate saints were suppressed by the three clans, and because of the strength and tyranny of the three clans, they did not dare to show themselves to the world. They could only avoid their sharp edges, hide in the mountain gate, and rely on the innate formation to isolate themselves from the world.
They are all waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to fish in troubled waters in chaos. At this time, the power of the three clans has reached the top. Although the prehistoric era is huge, encompassing all the heavens and all the elements, it is still managed by the three clans like an iron barrel. Nowhere to stay.
Although the three tribes have reached a basic agreement, they must support war with war and reduce the number of low-level monks in the wilderness to support the practice of high-level monks.
The way of heaven is to give more than enough loss!
When the power reaches a certain level, the top decision-makers can follow their words. A decision or a plan is the embodiment of Tao.
An agreement is an agreement, and a battle is a battle.
There must be fairness in the agreement, but there must be a winner in the battle!
For dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, they are all innate beasts with the most respectable and noble bloodlines. They have all reached the pinnacle of the ancient world and have become unique beings with no way forward.
If this battle falls to the lower level, it means that the party falling to the lower level is a lower-level force, and its reputation and luck will inevitably drop drastically. No one can afford this loss.
Therefore, although the three tribes only wanted to fight an orderly, bearable, and fruitless war, they all paid the greatest attention to it. Although the ones entering the battle were heavenly immortals and mysterious immortals, there were indeed golden immortals, Taiyi level of power.
Yunmengze.
The armor light opened towards the golden scales, and the light reflected from the golden armor was like sword light, cutting this space, giving it a sense of fragmentation.
It seemed as if Yun Mengze would break into pieces with just a slight touch.
Just like in this primitive world, it seems that a hundred flowers are blooming and all kinds of frost are competing for freedom, but in fact it has reached the limit of what it can bear.
This is the time of autumn when the air is crisp, the north wind is howling, and the curling flags are rustling.
Covering the sky and covering the earth, under the colorful flags stood nervous faces. They clenched the flagpole with both hands and gritted their back molars, waiting for the moment the battle started.
With their humble bodies, they held up the glory and splendor of the great clan, but when disaster struck, they were the first to be abandoned.
Taiyi paid attention to the overall situation, and Jinxian gave final guidance to his subordinates like an instructor, adjusting the position of the formation to the best.
Zhan Yu looked at the surroundings where the flags and golden swords were shining together, nervous and full of excitement. This is the paradise of the strong, where the strong reap the battlefield. This is the purgatory of the weak, where the weak die.
With Xuanxian's cultivation and more than 300 demon soldiers from Qixing Cave, Zhan Yu's small team is undoubtedly the most powerful team in Dicui Mountain.
The most powerful hundred demon soldiers were armed with purple pattern Kai and purple pattern spears. They were majestic. The weaker two hundred or so demon soldiers were holding purple pattern swords and shields. With a standard hook and rope hanging on it, it can be said that it is fully equipped.
The five leaders of Qixing Cave have all reached the late stage of immortal cultivation.
Looking around Qixing Cave, although they are nervous, they all have a confident look. This kind of confidence is not blind, but comes from daily rigorous training and the experience of winning every battle.
Everyone in Qixingdong knows that victory in every battle does not depend on how strong Qixingdong is. They can run rampant in this land of Yunmeng, but their pioneers have unique vision and can pick out suitable opponents every time. Strike first to defeat the enemy.
Now they expect their pioneers to show their magic again and lead them to victory in this war of all races.
Five hundred years later, Zhan Yu has already adapted to the rhythm of Yunmeng Land, fighting and practicing at the same time. Fighting promotes practice, and practice strengthens fighting. A virtuous cycle has been achieved.
Five hundred years ago, while Zhan Yu broke through the Mysterious Immortal Realm, he also sacrificed all the magical weapons he carried with him to the perfection of Earthly Evil, relying on the endless flesh and blood of this Yunmeng Land.
Demons are full of treasures. Due to fierce and frequent battles, many demons also carry their belongings with them. Therefore, it is he who absorbs the essence of flesh and blood to strengthen the body, and it is also he who seizes the spiritual materials and refines the treasures. As long as the strength is strong enough and the vision is good enough, this Yunmengzhi can The earth is a treasure house.
Zhan Yu's collection of broken-level Mysterious Immortals has consumed a lot. The treasure soup in the small red clay stove has bottomed out, and new Mysterious Immortal-level spiritual flesh and spiritual bones are urgently needed to be put into the furnace.
Moreover, after breaking through the Mysterious Immortal Realm, the power of the magical powers learned will increase, and you need to experiment to find out your upper limit. After all, knowing your friends is the first step to victory.
Speaking of magical powers, Zhan Yu was also angry. This Qilin tribe was also stingy. They were willing to give away the skills, but were unwilling to teach more magical powers to ensure that the children of the Qilin tribe could have an absolute advantage in the same level and demonstrate their racial superiority.
Therefore, the magical power Zhan Yu has obtained from the Qilin tribe so far is still the earth escape technique that is the first reward in the trial.
Looking up at the sky, murderous aura filled the field. Three powerful qi machines enveloped the land of Yunmeng, forming a tripartite force.
For a long time, Zhan Yu withdrew his gaze, concentrated his energy, and stopped thinking.
In the land of Yunmeng, the demon soldiers and demon generals each performed their duties. According to usual practice, in addition to the increase in the number of participants in this battle, the result was a draw and the troops were withdrawn.
After all, there are a group of golden immortals and several Taiyi watching behind the demon soldiers of the three tribes.
But for some unknown reason, as if the heavenly secrets were out of order, when a golden immortal-level immortal monarch escaped from the formations of the Qilin and Feng clans, the Taiyi powerhouses from the three clans did not notice it.
Ruyi Lake.
Yunmengze is one of the 100,000 largest lakes in the world. It is long and narrow and is named after its jade-like shape. The owner of the lake is the thirteenth prince of the Dragon King of Dajiang.
Dajiang is the master of all the rivers in the past, spanning half of the past, with countless tributaries. Even with the tyranny of the Dragon Clan, they only occupy half of the river, and the other half is owned by the Qilin Clan.
It is no exaggeration to say that this river is the main artery for the Dragon Clan to move westward to the ancient continent. Otherwise, on this ancient land, there are Qilin Clan and Feng Clan who are separated. There will allow you, the rich Dragon Clan, to take a share of the pie.
It's not that they don't want to, but that they can't better restrict the aquarium that owns water conservancy.
As a strong man at the Taiyi level, Dajiang Dragon King was able to occupy a strategic key point like Dajiang because he had the support of Daluo Jinxian behind him, so he acted quite forcefully.
If I am arrogant, my son will inevitably be domineering.
But among the thirteen sons, there was a freak like Lao Xiao. He was extremely talented and had excellent training qualifications, but his actions were unexpectedly thoughtful, polite, gentle, and like a gentleman.
Because of this, Lao Shisan was favored by the Dragon King of Dajiang and was trained as his successor.
On this day, the Thirteenth Prince was giving final instructions on the battle formation of the demon soldiers under his command. He was heroic, with a face like a jade, and eyes like stars. He also loved his soldiers like a son and had extraordinary fighting power. Such a handsome man was naturally prepared. Supported by thousands of demon soldiers.
Therefore, when the Thirteenth Prince lectured, the demon soldiers stretched their necks and listened attentively.
It is no surprise that such a young talent has a bright future and leaves his mark on the rich history.
At some point, two black figures appeared behind the Thirteenth Prince. Their figures were erratic, as if they were walking in different planes.
There were a lot of experts in Yunmengze, but no one noticed these two black figures. It seemed that these two black figures didn't notice each other so close.
The black shadow arrived behind the Thirteenth Prince at the same time, and the swords were swung out at the same time.
"puff!"
A huge head shot up into the sky. The Thirteenth Prince who was speaking still had a smile on his face, his body was still standing upright, and he didn't make any resistance at all.
From the decapitated neck, black and yellow hot blood spurted out, like a downpour, revealing endless weirdness.
The two black figures showed shocked looks at the same time. Neither of them expected that what they thought was a narrow escape mission could be completed so casually, nor did they expect that there would be other powerful people involved in this assassination mission!
