I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Countless Qiongqi warriors were turned into ashes under Ye Nan's sword.

This is Ye Nan's reservation, if he does his best.

The Qiongqi clan's million-strong army in front of them was wiped out by Cai Cai's sword just now.

The Qiongqi army stopped attacking under Ye Nan's terrifying sword aura.

The battlefield where the screams of killing just now shook the sky, now it became audible.

Only the military flag, which symbolizes the military might of the Qiongqi tribe, fluttered fiercely in the north wind.

Even the warriors of the Qiongqi clan felt their soul throbbing with the power of a powerful holy emperor.

But this calm only lasted for a short quarter of an hour, and soon the Qiongqi army launched a charge again.

This time the charge was a little more tragic than before.

"Kill!"

These Qiongqi warriors launched a final death charge towards Silver Dragon City with their blood red eyes.

"Ugh……"

Ye Nan sighed deeply as he watched the army of the Qiongqi tribe gradually rushing to the top of the city.

He admired the bravery of these gods of war of the Qiongqi tribe very much, but he also felt sad for their ignorance.

Since there is no possibility of recovering these troops, the only option is to wipe out all the elites of the Qiongqi clan under the Silver Dragon City.

"All the soldiers of Silver Dragon City listen to the order!"

Ye Nan looked at all the soldiers in Silver Dragon City with a majestic expression.

Now, although Ye Nan has one person who shattered the strength of the Qiongqi army, he knows that this is not a war of his own.

He will leave the Ten Thousand Beasts Kingdom one day, and only the people of the Ten Thousand Beasts Kingdom can protect the safety of the Ten Thousand Beasts Kingdom.

The elite army of the Qiongqi tribe is the best whetstone for sharpening Longyu's troops.

Even so, there will be many casualties.

But this is the cruelty of war. An invincible army is forged by bloody and cruel battles.
"Subordinates are here!"

The soldiers of Silver Dragon City echoed in unison.

That resonant cry was evenly divided between the Qiongqi clan's shouts of killing for a while.

"Annihilate the Litian Department of the Qiongqi Clan!"

Ye Nan swung the Immortal Execution Sword and pointed at the army of the Qiongqi tribe.

"Kill!"

Following Ye Nan's order, the army of Silver Dragon City and the army of Qiongqi tribe fought together.

Linglong looked at Ye Nan who was standing still at the head of Silver Dragon City, a strange brilliance flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Ever since she met Ye Nan, Ye Nan's actions have always been unexpected.

His qualifications and temperament are outstanding even in the fairy world.

"I really look forward to how he will perform in the fairy world!"

Linglong looked at Ye Nan and muttered to herself.

……

While the battle in Silver Dragon City was in full swing, Li Zhan, the Patriarch of the Qiongqi Clan, was pacing in the Qiongqi Clan's ancestral hall.

In the ancestral halls of the Qiongqi tribe, all the ancestors of the Qiongqi tribe are enshrined.

The immortal ancestors of the Qiongqi clan all died in battle without exception.

For a fighting nation like the Qiongqi who imprinted fighting in their blood, dying on the battlefield is the most noble honor.

Ever since Li Tian led the troops to attack Silver Dragon City, Li Zhan has always felt restless.

The strong man of the Holy Emperor has already reached the realm of meditation and enlightenment.

This uneasy feeling made Li Zhan feel uneasy.

That's why this appeared in the Qiongqi clan's ancestral hall, and the uneasiness in his heart was slightly relieved.

At the end of the row of spiritual seats, there are three blank spiritual seats, which are particularly conspicuous among the crowd of named spiritual seats.

Those three spiritual seats were prepared by Li Zhan for himself, Li Tian, ​​and Li Soul.

As Li Zhan's eldest son, Li Tian has always noticed Li Zhan's performance over the years.

Li Zhan was extremely satisfied with Li Tian's various performances over the years.

In his eyes, Li Tian has long been the best candidate for the next Patriarch of the Qiongqi Clan.

Leaving the sky is the best blessing from the heavens to the Qiongqi Clan.

But obviously, God seems to love the Qiongqi tribe very much.

Giving Litian one was not enough, so he gave Qiongqi another Lihun.

Compared with Li Tian, ​​Li Zhan's love for Li Hun, his son, is no less.

Otherwise, relying on Li Hun's power, how could he survive under Li Tian's hands until today.

Behind this, there has always been the shadow of Li Zhan.

Li Hun's cultivation talent is even higher than Li Tian's, but his temperament lacks the bloodthirsty and warlike Qiongqi clan.

So overall, Li Tian is more suitable than Li Hun to be the future patriarch of the Qiongqi Clan.

But sometimes, too many blessings from heaven turn into a curse instead.

The Qiongqi clan, which is as tall as a tiger, understands far better than other races the truth that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

The excellence of Li Tian and Li Hun made their brothers the greatest enemies.

Although both Li Zhan and Li Hun knew it, with Li Hun's temperament, he would never have any attempt to take the position of the Patriarch of the Qiongqi Clan.

But no one can guarantee that one day Lihun will suddenly become interested in this seat.

So the safest way is to completely let this threat disappear.

Li Zhan also had blood on his hands in order to ascend to the position of the patriarch of the Qiongqi clan.

Among these stained blood, there are many close relatives of flesh and blood.

If the place is changed, Li Zhan will also choose the same choice as Li Tian.

Just when Li Zhan was worried about the fight between the two sons, the spiritual seat belonging to Li Tian actually shone brightly.

The light flashed away, and then Li Tian's name appeared on the tablet that was originally empty.

Seeing the change in the spirit position, Li Zhan's expression changed drastically, and his figure staggered for a while.

He held onto the table next to him with his hands in time, so he didn't fall to the ground.

"God..."

Looking at Li Tian's spiritual position, Li Zhan seemed to have aged tens of thousands of years.

Among the three tablets, the souls of three people have been left, and as long as someone falls, their names will appear on the tablet.

Seeing the change in the tablet, Li Zhan knew that Li Tian had fallen.

His son, whom he had high hopes for, is no longer here.

With trembling hands, Li Zhan wanted to touch Li Tian's spiritual seat.

But every time I stretched my hand halfway, it hung down feebly.

Li Zhan, who was in the realm of a holy emperor, never thought that one day he would be so weak.

"Don't worry, I won't let go of your murderer!"

Li Zhan gradually recovered from his grief, his words were so cold that a layer of frost condensed on the surrounding tables and chairs.

"Death in battle is the highest honor of our Qiongqi clan!"

Li Zhan muttered to himself, and staggered towards the outside of the ancestral hall step by step.

When he was ten steps away from the gate of the ancestral hall, Li Zhan paused for a moment.

He tilted his head back slightly, but in the end he still didn't turn his head to look at the newly added spiritual place on the altar.

After a brief pause, Li Zhan's staggering figure became firm again.