"Hundreds of thousands of imperial guards and imperial city guards were broken up without even a little help! Not as good as the demon clan who are brave and fierce and fearless to die. Such waste is a waste of food. Is it?"

Both Han Ye and Ying Mei bowed their heads, their hands clenched tightly.

Not the anger of being ridiculed, but the indescribable guilt.

Chang Lao sighed and patted Han Chujiu on the shoulder, without answering him.

He is too aware of his Xiao Jiu Dao Zizui Tofu heart.

The words are ugly, but the heartache of the Extreme Territory army, the hard work of Emperor Mingjun, is destroyed.

Chang Lao glanced around, only to see this area, and monks began to appear one after another.

Some of them are acquaintances.

For example, the head, suzerain, and elders of Yin Yang Sect.

There are also the elders of the Polar Region who rushed to the ancient battlefield to rescue with Han Ye before.

There were even a lot of imperial guards and imperial city guard generals and soldiers who had been separated from Han Ye before they gathered together excitedly.

However, in a short time, the extremely territorial army that had been separated and fleeing had gathered tens of thousands.

Several people in Han Ye were overjoyed.

However, this joy only lasted for a while, before it became solemn.

The merged Yanwu continent is now divided into three parts.

The Daoist Camp and the Sky-Through Camp, one east and one west occupy two huge areas respectively.

There is a strong, regular barrier between the two areas.

But you can see the situation on the opposite side.

At the guardian camp, one after another, figures appeared one after another, and the extreme army of tens of thousands of monks gathered again.

It seems a lot.

But on the other side of the barrier, there was already a rush of people at this time.

Dingchan Palace, Fuxi Gate, Qianji Mansion, Yueya Pavilion...

There were even several sect families who had been helped by Mu Yan at the Demon Clan’s Tianmei Banquet.

At this time, they chose the [Sky Translator Camp] without hesitation.

Among these people are a large number of Jinxianxuanxian, and hundreds of immortal kings.

There are even a few that have reached the peak of the fairy king.

Coupled with the countless army of human puppets, surrounding the Emperor Beixuan who has reached the realm of the immortal emperor.

Fill up the [Skysetter Area] completely.

There are monks who know how to slacken their beards and shoot horses, and they have expelled the mustard space magic weapon.

This area was transformed.

Above the throne, Emperor Beixuan stood high, looking at the direction of [The Guardian Camp], his face was contemptuous and contemptuous.

Below him, the monks are listed in order according to their cultivation level.

Looking at the other end of the barrier one by one, someone couldn't help laughing.

"Guardian? Just this person, what kind of way? Will it be the way of death?"

This person's words caused a burst of laughter in the Sky Translator's camp.

The former Nether Territory elder Sang Rao stood out and said with a smile: "Everyone, do you think that the little girl Jun Muyan can restore this continent to its original state? But you don't want to think about it, what is there in this continent? Okay? Opening the door of the sky and leading to the world of the heavenly gods can help us improve our strength and enter the realm of eternal invincibility?"

"Open your eyes on this Yanwu Continent and see...what can you miss? What can be protected for such a useless and cowardly way of heaven? To protect them, in the end you may only usher in destruction and death!"

Sang Rao pointed at the [Six-Star Proof Area] the roaring ghost.

"You guys don't know yet, do you?"