In the small circle of the central government, the matter on the poetry list is still leaching.

Many forces want to dig out this small world, and some even open thousands of spiritual mountains in exchange for a price tag like a literary giant.

Unfortunately, the information in this small world is still mysterious, which can be said to have aroused everyone's appetite.

The previous battle between the Yule Realm and the Three Realms seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

In their eyes, the newly established Three Realms will surely be annexed by the Fish Le Realm, and there is nothing to look forward to in this kind of thing.

Little did not know that at this moment,

Gou Zai led the 200,000-yuan army of infants to the temporarily opened passage between the two realms. He looked at the opposite side of the passage with anticipation, and his face suddenly became ashamed.

Especially when I saw tens of thousands of monks riding dragon horses looking at them coldly, and Yueying and others did not appear,

If you are alive, you will know that everything is over.

The Leng Yan side opposite the passage seems to have less than 50,000 monks.

But the momentum released by these 50,000 monks is many times stronger than that released by their 200,000 infant monks.

"Who are you?"

Gou Zai looked ahead at the generals, and the majestic Leng Yan spoke with a bitter expression on his face.

The bad premonition these days has finally been confirmed.

He was becoming more and more curious about Leng Yan's identity.

Because in the heart, if you don’t believe that this is something that a new territory can do, there must be a small world with a very high ranking to support it later.

"Is it necessary to talk nonsense?" Leng Yan spoke lightly,

In his heart, Gou Zai, Yueying and others had already sentenced them to death.

Such people bully the weak and fear the strong, and they are specialized in deceiving the new leaders. If Leng Yan does not have a slight insight, the general leaders will definitely have their own way.

"Hmph, although I have fallen into the Yule Realm this time, don't be too proud too early. When you grow up, just wait for the power behind the scenes to be harvested! Hahaha"

There was a little more madness in his eyes.

Even more than 100 immortals including Yueying were defeated, and the outcome of the 200,000-yuan army was already predictable.

However, in his consciousness, he didn't think Leng Yan would end up getting any good endings, because there were too many such things in the central small world.

"Is that so? That may disappoint you, because I am the Three Realms and I don't need any behind-the-scenes power at all!"

Leng Yan's mouth ripped a sarcastic smile.

Some people are like this. As long as others are better than them, they think that the other party must have a tough backstage.

Therefore, Leng Yan doesn't want to have any nonsense with people like Gouzai.

"Hahaha, be calm, do you really think I will... believe..."

Gou Zai still shook his head, but just when he was still trying to say a few words, he was in horror. Leng Yan was already ahead and led tens of thousands of monks to the passage.

"What? Soldiers from the Yule Realm, kill all these invaders!"

In a panic, Gouzai actually said such words.

aggressor?

If they hadn't been blamed for themselves, how could they have been today? Now, they have turned Leng Yan into an invader. Such a person is not to be cherished!

After a moment, two endless auras of torrent carriers collided in the passage.

Boom! The battle broke out. For a moment, the roars of various mysterious beasts, the impact of spiritual treasures, and the screams of monks came from a long distance.

However, just when the battle broke out, a team of about 100 people suddenly appeared not far from the two realms.

This team of monks looks very extraordinary. Each of them has the strength of seven or eight generations of scattered immortals. However, the one who stands in the front only has the cultivation level of five generations of scattered immortals.

That's right, this group of people is Xi Xuan, Xi Chu and others who are determined to plot against Leng Yan.

They calculated the time correctly and had just arrived at the place where the Yule Realm and the Three Realm Realm are fighting.

However, when they arrived here, their faces suddenly changed.

Especially Xi Xuan, feeling the boundless momentum coming from the front, a look of incredible flashed across his face.

"This momentum? It's impossible, how could it be so strong? Shouldn't it be a one-sided killing in the Yule Realm?"

He murmured to himself, but after looking at the dozens of masters behind him, he felt relieved.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't be as strong as them!" Xi Xuan thought to himself.

"Sir, they are fighting in the world this time. Why not let them fight to lose both sides first, and then we will reap the benefits of the fisherman? If this is done, I am willing to give another thousand more spiritual mountains!"

After his eyes flashed, he carefully spoke to the eighth generation fairy.

"One thousand? Haha, as you wish, say, what else should I do before this?"

An eighth generation scattered immortal glanced at Xi Xuan with contempt, and then spoke coldly.

Everyone is smart. Since Xi Xuan added a thousand to Lingshan out of thin air, there must be other things.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Xi Xuan nodded quickly.

"Report to my master, taking advantage of their realm fighting skills, I want to kill all the mortal cultivators in the three realms first. This time, I want him to know what the end of being dared to provoke me Wuliang Sword Palace and Xixuan! And I want to make him die in despair in the end!"

Xi Xuan then made his own request, but being able to say this is enough to see that the decline of Xiyao Realm is not without a reason.

"It's vengeful, ruthless!"

After hearing this, the scattered immortal in the Purple Spirit Realm couldn't help but look at Xixuan more.

In other small realms, all the people in charge will not vent their anger with ordinary cultivators or lower cultivators, because they are the cornerstone of a small realm, but Xi Xuan will slaughter the world for his own selfish desires. It is really...

"Sir, I'm helpless. If it weren't for Leng Yan, how could I end up like this in Xiyao Realm..."

When Xi Xuan saw it, he hurriedly explained, after all, they could not lose their favorable feelings for themselves.

As a result, only half of this said, a sarcastic laughter came from the air.

"Hehe, Xixuan, Xiyao Realm ends up with this fate, I won't take the blame for this in the three realms!"

"Yeah? Who is it?"

The sudden sound changed everyone's faces. Even the masters of the Purple Spirit Realm also had a solemn look and secretly raised their momentum.

"My master gave you a life, if you cherish it, you might have a hundred years to live, but now..."

In the air, as the cold voice fell, more than a dozen figures slowly appeared in the air.

It was for Chonglou, dressed in black. Behind him, in addition to being followed by Xie Jianxian and others, Han Xiao, Meng Yun and others were also standing.

"It's you, how could you be here!" Seeing this scene, Xi Xuan's face changed drastically.

"Xi Xuan, you can even show up here, why can't we show up here!" Han Xiao's eyes were full of coldness.

Of course, all this has to start with the secret letter Leng Yan left them.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!