Chapter 1,712 The drums of the North Hentian War!

Time goes by.

Chen Ran escaped into the cycle of reincarnation, not knowing the day and night of time.

Fifty years passed by in a hurry.

The war is coming.

Beihentian.

Ming Dao Chen Ran stood on an ancient peak, and his eyes were gradually filled with sharpness.

"Fifty years have passed, the body of the immortal Taoist body and the body of reincarnation have begun to return, and they will soon be able to break out of the heaven of reincarnation for all living beings. Wuji body masters the fighting techniques of the eight wildernesses and controls the eight wildernesses with one thought. The newly born Wuji ancient land is about to completely merge into chaos and show the power of the most powerful ancient land of Ling'an ancient! Everything is ready!"

He looked at Beihentian, whose fighting spirit had already filled all directions, and clenched his fists violently.

"The war has begun! Whether it is Beihentian or mine, it has begun! In the next nearly eight hundred years, I, Chen Ran, will be the best!"

This day.

The iron-blooded horn resounds throughout Beihentian.

After silence for fifty years, Jun Xian set up a passionate command to attack and fight against the Immortal Palace.

"Haha, Junxian finally spoke!"

"In fifty years, my fighting spirit has reached its peak!"

"This time, either the Battle of the Immortal Palace is destroyed or the Beihentian is destroyed!"

Everyone was in a fight and had no doubt about Junxian's orders.

Because they knew that Junxian longed for this battle more than them, and attached more importance to this battle!

They also know that Junxian is responsible for Beihentian's life and death!

Therefore, no matter what decision Junxian makes, they can only follow him to the death!

"It's finally about to start." Junxian whispered, her old body had a terrifying fighting spirit and majesty.

Behind him, Jun Hongyan and Yu Xuanji stood.

"Master, 30,000 years have passed. It seems that Zhan Xian Palace has forgotten the pain of that year." Yu Xuanji spoke in a deep voice.

Although he is still a child's body at this moment, his eyes are filled with vicissitudes.

He is no longer the little boy who loves roast chicken, but the third disciple of Beihen Tianjun Immortal.

Thirty thousand years ago, he was called the strongest war madman in Beihentian by Zhanxian Palace!

Few people know that when the war comes, this boy who has followed Junxian for too long will exude an unparalleled terrifying combat power.

"It's not that I forgot the pain, but that I forgot the dignity and character they should have." Junxian said coldly.

The Battle Immortal Palace is named after the Battle Immortal, because it was founded by an ancient Battle Immortal.

The Eight Desolates Fighting Immortals!

The most powerful among the true immortals!

Finally, he even entered the path of true immortals and created the lineage of the Battle Immortal Palace.

His temperament is generous and open-minded.

But the most important passion is lost in the Zhanxian Palace.

They were attached to the Supreme Palace!

"We could have suppressed Zhan Xian Palace for breath 30,000 years ago, but now, it's even more possible!" Jun Hongyan sneered, her eyes as red as blood, and her breath was extremely terrifying.

At this moment, he was burly and masculine, and his masculinity was soaring into the sky.

He was carrying a dragon-shaped sword behind his back.

The long sword, which was originally slightly larger, seemed to be just right now.

It seems...this is what Jun Hongyan should have looked like.

"Hongyan, mysterious, I haven't fought for 30,000 years, have I ever been unfamiliar?" Jun Xian asked in a deep voice.

"The battle has been engraved into the bone marrow and integrated into the bloodline. As your disciples, we should never forget to fight!" The two of them shouted in a deep voice.

"Then this time, I'll fight with the master again!" Junxian laughed.

"Be in battle! Fight to the death!" The two of them laughed boldly.

On this day, the floating soil in Beihentian, which had been silent for 30,000 years, started to move violently.

Beihentian rushed towards the Zhanxian Palace with a bang!

On this day, many small reincarnations remembered the nightmare from 30,000 years ago.

Beihentian…for the purgatory of war!

...

Battle with the Immortal Palace.

The Eight Desert Battle Tower, which is as powerful as a prison, is still floating, and the thoughts are even more terrifying.

The monks who fought in the Immortal Palace all felt the intention of fighting in their bodies boiling.

"The Eight Desolations Warcraft, one thought of fighting spirit! When the Eight Desolations Inheritors appear, his thoughts can make my fighting spirit of fighting the monks in the Immortal Palace boil, and his strength...grows greatly!"

"There is a generation passed down from generation to generation, and a thought passes on a thought. The appearance of the inheritors of the Eight Desolations is our sorrow and our great blessing! The sorrow is because of his sharpness, which will definitely cover up all of us! The great blessing is because he will definitely lead us to glory with the Immortal Palace!"

"The momentum of the Eight Desolates Battle Tower is about to reach its peak! The slowest one of the other three generations of Eight Desolates has taken thousands of years, but now it is less than a hundred years, and his comprehension is already terrifying!"

The monks in Zhanxian Palace looked at him with a stunning and hot look.

"Why...is this?" Zhan Wushang looked at it, his eyes full of gloom.

I don’t know when, but his battle with supreme has lost his previous attention.

Their eyes were all aimed at the inheritor of the Eight Desolations...

Time passes, and a day passes.

early morning.

A panic roar echoed the entire Zhanxian Palace.

"Beihentian is moving!"

The entire Battle Palace was shocked.

"Damn it, why should he, Beihentian, come to fight me in the Immortal Palace!"

"Kill him! Kill him, the blood sea of ​​Beihen Tian is overwhelming!"

Angry roars echoed.

Beihentian and Zhanxian Palace have been resentful for a long time, and they were even more alive and dead 30,000 years ago.

The hatred in it has reached the point where it is to live to the death when we meet.

The previous battles were all controlled within a certain range.

But now, Beihentian is coming to the door.

How can this not make Zhan Xian Palace angry?

This incident was also because Beihentian had been like this 30,000 years ago, and came to him to fight against the Immortal Palace without any restraint.

"Junxian, can't bear it anymore, or do you know that I will touch you Beihentian?" In the depths of Zhanxian Palace, Douxian looked into the distance, his eyes were unmoved at all.

He heard the noise of the war fairy palace soaring into the sky.

Usually, he would not pay attention to these noisy and noisy words.

But today, he listened for a long time.

Finally, he sneered: "I fight against the Immortal Palace, it is indeed not something you Beihentian can mess with. Since it is delivered to you, I will keep you all!"

On this day, Zhanxian Palace also started to move.

Cooperating with the fighting spirit of the Eight Desolates, the momentum suddenly soared into the sky.

At this moment, the Zhanxian Palace is filled with unprecedented confidence and pride.

And at this moment.
Chapter completed!