Compared to the previous miserable situation in the northern border, the Eighteenth Great Wall was not far behind.

Looking at the group of Great Wall monks cheering for him, Zhao Jiuyou wanted to cover his face in embarrassment.

Who among the northern monks doesn't know that although he became a Holy King, he was almost the most miserable Holy King in the history of the underworld, and was tortured by reincarnated immortals.

The Holy King Tower was destroyed. Luo Qingyi, whom he regarded as his woman, was a sword fairy, and the person he liked... was a man who felt aggrieved.

The cheers at this moment were like slaps on his face.

Zhao Jiuyou had a sullen face and tried hard to control the anger in his heart.

He wanted to slap these people to death, but he couldn't.

Wang Tianlie, Changsun Fulong and others also felt embarrassed, of course, mainly because of Zhao Jiuyou.

The next moment, Wang Tianlie changed the subject: "How is the situation on the Eighteenth Great Wall?"

After hearing this, the excitement on the faces of these Great Wall monks decreased slightly and became sad and uncomfortable.

"The Sixteenth Seventeenth Great Wall has fallen, and there are four phantoms of Immortal Emperors that we don't know about suppressing it. We can't get through it at all."

A monk who was obviously the leader said angrily: "Moreover, many traitors and reincarnated immortals appeared in the Eighteenth Great Wall, causing great riots in the Second to Fifteenth Great Wall, but we don't know who they are yet!"

Unlike the reincarnated immortals in the North who constantly reveal their true colors, those here on the Eighteen Great Walls are hidden.

"Over in the north, everyone's identity has been revealed."

Changsun Fulong frowned and asked.

"Because before the fall of the Sixteenth Seventeenth Great Wall, a holy king came from the Yinhuang Great Wall and sat here."

Zhao Jiuyou and the others were shocked.

Isn't this what they want to see?

In their opinion, only the Holy King can suppress Su Xuan's arrogance.

"where are they?"

Zhao Jiuyou asked.

"After the Tenth Great Wall, the first ten Great Walls have been almost destroyed. Those of us who remain on these Great Walls have little strength."

They spoke sadly.

Zhao Jiuyou and others looked at each other, and they all came to a decision.

"Go and see which holy kings are here."

They went directly to the west.

The monks from the Great Wall behind him watched, their eyes full of hope.

"My lords, please support me in Yinhuang..." they roared, feeling that Zhao Jiuyou and the others had hope. After all, they could even suppress the turmoil in the northern border. Their strength must be beyond their imagination.

Zhao Jiuyou: "..." Damn! Do you want to disgust him before leaving?

Zhao Jiuyou had the urge to turn around and kill them.

"Holy King, there is no need to pay attention to these short-sighted monks."

Wang Tianlie said softly.

"Um."

Zhao Jiuyou nodded and did not look back.

...a little while later.

The monks at the Great Wall practiced quietly.

Although the Immortal Energy Storm was ahead and everything was devastated, with the help of the northern monks, they were somewhat cheered up.

"However, there are a few northern monks coming this time."

Someone asked doubtfully.

Someone quickly retorted: "There is no way, the fairy energy storm is too strong...but...

The words have not yet fallen.

Boom! The fairy energy storm that originally seemed calm suddenly opened a huge gap.

The Great Wall monk looked up in shock, and then saw a scene he would never forget.

I saw the stone statue of the sacred bird that covered the sky and the sun flying out of the gap in the immortal energy storm, and was still frantically absorbing the violent immortal energy.

At this time, the Great Wall monks discovered that the immortal energy storm had weakened to the extreme.

They took a look and thought they could pass.

"This...is this a stone statue of a sacred bird?"

"Why are you here?"

"Alive?"

They stared blankly.

But soon.

"Look, there's someone on the stone statue!"

Exclamations rang out.

They saw Su Xuan.

Then there was a gasp of cold air, because they saw the densely packed monks on the back of the sacred bird again.

"Hiss, it turns out that the large army is behind!"

"Nine Nether Saint King...so terrifying!"

"But when I look at these people, why are they more powerful than the Nine Nether Saint King?"

The monks at the Great Wall were both shocked and suspicious.

On the head of the divine bird.

Su Xuan lowered his head and looked down.

"The Eighteenth Great Wall is not optimistic either."

Su Xuan whispered, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

But the next moment.

Su Xuan's aura was extremely fierce.

No matter how pessimistic he is, he must move forward! In this battle...he will still do his part! "Where is the monk of the Eastern Wasteland?"

Su Xuan turned his head and shouted.

"exist!"

All the monks in the Eastern Wasteland were shocked.

"Yaoguang, Tang Zhan, Mu Xiaochan, Yu Xiaoqing..." Su Xuan called out a lot of names: "You are in charge of the sacred bird stone statue and gather all the creatures in the North and the Great Wall! I need a steady stream of people.

The power!”

The Donghuang monk's eyes were a little regretful when his name was called, because this meant that he could not go to the front line.

However, isn't this Su Xuan's protection for them?

This also proves that the battle ahead will be extremely brutal! At this moment.

Su Xuan's gaze swept across the Great Sacred Palace, Martial Land, Ancestral Dragon Palace, and the many forces in Wensheng City, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, the weak stay behind, and the strong move forward.

Get ready and follow me to the depths."

The Lord of Wensheng City and the Lord of Zulong Palace were all shocked, understanding that the situation of the Eighteenth Great Wall and the Yinhuang Great Wall was probably more dire than they imagined.

However, there was no trace of flinching in their expressions.

This is a battle of survival and death, and they must give everything they have.

"Disciples of the Great Holy Palace obey orders, and all actions...are based on assisting Donghuang!"

The Lord of the Great Sage Palace shouted loudly.

"The disciples of Wensheng City listen to the order and assist the monks of Donghuang to gather the power of the common people!"

"The disciples of the Ancestral Dragon Palace obey the order and help the monks of Donghuang..." They all spoke one after another, with similar differences.

At this moment, all the monks here couldn't help but look at the majestic figure above the divine bird.

They couldn't help but make fists.

Even though he couldn't go to the depths to fight, his blood was still boiling for no reason.

"As you command!"

They yelled and moved in an orderly manner.
To be continued...