"Here you are." Wu Yan flies in and lands beside Jiang Feng.

"What's going on?" Jiang Feng asks Wu Yan.

"I wanted to wait for the miracle of destruction, and find a time to have a good chat with you. Now it seems that I don't have the time. Let me talk to you briefly." Wu Yan tone dignified vomit way.

"Good." Jiang Feng nodded. Now he really needs to know all about miracles.

"It's all due to our carelessness. The four miracles built by Shenjian mainland are actually four immortal altars, which are used to summon the holy things of Jiutian fairy kingdom. By then, the holy things can directly suppress Xingchen mainland."

"It's a trap that the two monks agreed not to do anything. Thanks to our temple master's nod, we don't know that this has already pushed the lives of all the people in the whole star continent to a place of eternal doom."

"When the master of dream and Taoism realized this, he directly destroyed these immortal altars, but it was still a little late. Beidou Xuanyu, the immortal altar, was built for the longest time and has been basically completed. Although it is not stable enough, it can connect with Jiutian immortal world."

Wu Yan told Jiang Feng everything he knew. There was a twinkle in his eyes. Their whole star continent was calculated by Shenjian continent. It was a bad breath. He was very upset.

Jiang Feng was surprised to hear that the Shenjian mainland was so calculating that he would not allow the monks of tongtianjing to attack the next star continent and build an immortal altar for himself.

It's just the first time for Jiang Feng to see such a huge immortal altar.

"Isn't it a call for holy things? Why is it a strong one?" Jiang Feng asked strangely.

"The three immortal altars have been destroyed, and only one is left. It is impossible to summon the holy things. The Shenjian mainland does not want to be defeated, so it can only summon such a strong one." Wu Yan explained.

"I heard Master Yu Qiuhe say that he is the leader of the immortal kingdom. What's the matter?" Jiang Feng asked, he wants to know more, which is also a preliminary understanding of the Jiutian fairyland.

"I don't know. If you have a chance, you can ask the Lord of dream Tao, but only if we can all survive."

Speaking of this, Wu Yan looked up at nine days, slightly closed his eyes and felt it.

He immediately opened his eyes and said in a dignified tone: "more than 100 warships of Shenjian mainland have come here. It seems that this fierce battle is inevitable."

Smell speech, Jiang Feng is also looking at the sky, spread the huge star consciousness, slightly sensing for a moment, it is indeed a sense of energy ripples in the air, from the outside fluctuations.

"Master of the temple of time and space, aren't you ready to start?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No. It is agreed to tear it up. If the Shenjian mainland launches this attack, if it wins, it will not let go of any forces and friars. They will either surrender or die. The temple of time and space, the gate of beasts, and the gate of chaos will certainly fight. They will not surrender, let alone face death. " Wu Yan look firm say.

Boom!!!

At this time, there was a dull sound. Yu Qiuhe and the old man in yellow robe, who was holding an iron sword, split up again.

With this blow, Yu Qiuhe forced his opponent to retreat.

"The characters from Jiutian fairyland are just like that." Yu Qiuhe's voice, mixed with a trace of irony, wanders between heaven and earth, only to see his body, and then suddenly rush out, slapping each other's head.

The old man in Huang Pao was silent. Facing the big hand swept by Yu Qiuhe, he stepped back.

When he opened a distance, he split the void with one sword, and swept the wasteland.

to be sonorous!!!

Yu Qiuhe clapped his big hand on the iron sword and made a dull explosion, even sparks.

All the people were surprised that Yu Qiuhe was so rebellious that his body was as precious as a treasure. When he collided with the sharp iron sword, he was safe and sound like a metal strike.

The war between the two continues.

And nine days above, at this time, there have been bursts of dull sound, as if something had broken through the sky, towards the earth.

All the people present raised their heads one after another, and their eyes were shocked.

I saw a hundred Zhang Long warships coming from outside. Their speed was too fast. They directly tore up the space and formed a void explosion flow. It was like the pouring of the Milky way, driving towards the crowd crazily.

"Be prepared for battle. If you lose this battle, the mountains and rivers will no longer exist. If you do not surrender, you will be a slave in this life!"

Wu Yan shouts out loud. The hundreds of strong men who have arrived here are all full of fighting spirit in their eyes.

"This battle will be won!"

Hundreds of strong people are shouting, the impact of the stars, in them, all burst out a strong breath.

More than half of these people are monks in Zhixu, and some of them are monks in zhicang.

Faced with the occupation of the four mysterious regions by Shenjian mainland, they all chose to shut up in order to participate in the final war one day.

After learning that Yu Qiuhe was fighting with the strong out of the miracle, these people kept coming, hoping to support Yu Qiuhe.

But Yu Qiuhe and the other side are fighting fiercely, and he doesn't need anyone's help.

But it's not in vain. Now, when the mainland forces of Shenjian come, they can fight head-on.

These 100 friars are far from all. At this time, there are still a steady stream of friars coming here.

Most of them were the monks who had been hiding in the ruins during these years. There were also many monks who knew the hiding place.

They all smelled the future of the war and went directly to the destination.

As for ordinary people, they don't know what's going on here. Even if they do, they can't help.

There are not many friars in the mainland of Shenjian. Their accomplishments are very powerful. Ordinary friars can't play a big role in the battlefield, but they will bury their own lives.

One hundred and seventeen warships, like one hundred and seventeen holy mansions, came down from the sky, carrying a terrible momentum that swept the earth like a tide.

"Kill Wu Yan took the lead, yelled and stepped on the ground with his big foot. He took the lead and rushed to 117 warships.

"Kill At the same time, the hundred or so star friars in the mainland also let out a roar, and suddenly killed 117 warships.

Jiang Feng in these people, saw a fierce not afraid of death of determination, heart greatly touched.

Star continent, after all, there is a bloody man in the past few years, all his efforts have not been in vain!

All of these 117 warships are comparable to the magic weapons of heaven level, and the power of rushing down at the same time is extremely terrible.

After Wu Yan and others rushed up, they took all kinds of killing moves to kill the warships. Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion and all kinds of dazzling lights in the sky.