At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

Wanxuan Eastern Frontier, the Heavenly Palace’s headquarters.

Ten thousand calamity clouds twisted into a blood-red vortex in the immortal dome. Every bolt of lightning carried with it the broken fragments of Taoist weapons. Broken halberds and broken swords danced wildly in the air, cutting millions of purple-black cracks in the sky. What seeped out of the cracks was not the light of heaven, but a waterfall of sticky immortal blood.

Those are the skeletons of immortals who died in battle three thousand years ago, and their immortal fighting spirit is still steaming in the void!

On the ten thousand miles of scorched earth, the severed fairy mountains were like giant broken spears piercing the earth diagonally.

The surface of the mountain was covered with spider-web-like "Dao Shang Cracks", with boiling Hunyuan Immortal Qi gushing out from the cracks - that was when a certain semi-immortal realm strongman blew himself up, and actually refined the entire earth vein into a never-extinguished Dao-burning furnace!

Twelve tattered flags of destruction fluttered in the immortal storm, and the map of the Zhoutian stars painted on the flags was soaked with blood.

Under the flagpole, there were piles of glazed Taoist bones, each skeleton maintaining the posture of pinching fingers to cast a spell, and the lingering Taoist magic between the fingers exploded in the dead silence.

Blood rain poured down from the immortal sky, and the raindrops condensed into the shape of sharp swords in mid-air.

This is not ordinary rain, but an image of the law of heaven weeping formed by the explosion of the original essence and blood of the cultivators in the Tribulation Realm. Every drop of blood on the sword is imprinted with the most insane fighting spirit of its owner during his lifetime.

The color of the soil on the ground had long been impossible to distinguish, and the layers of immortal blood had accumulated into a red crystal swamp.

This is a corner of the battlefield, bloody and crazy. Compared to discussing Taoism and fighting magic, it is child's play here. The war in the fairy world has never been a beautiful thing, but extremely depressing, with corpses everywhere.

Today, a trace of blood appeared in Gu Lisheng's eyes.

"This war involves hundreds of millions of cultivators. Why does this emperor feel like he has returned to ancient times? Is this chaotic northern land endless? Is there nothing I can do with my energy?!"

Bang!

A dull sound of slamming the table came from the Immortal Palace. Gu Lisheng was actually angry. Even though he was fighting against the Immortal Slayer, the immortal cultivators from the Northern Land of Chaos had no intention of retreating.

Because in the eyes of those young people in the immortal world, there is no immortal at all. Do you dare to bully the weak and kill me? !

Gu Lisheng really didn't dare to do that, and he was afraid that the situation would develop to a point where he couldn't control it.

In his opinion, this battle will only end when one side is tired of killing. Many immortal countries have joined the war, and he cannot influence the direction of this battle too much. The immortal world has gone through 300,000 years, and the creatures in the immortal world have indeed become powerful!

"Li Sheng..." Song Heng smiled flatteringly and spoke carefully, "Let's not go down the old path. We should give way when we need to. If the Fu Shi Sect reaches the front line, I'm afraid something big will happen."

Gu Lisheng snorted coldly, his face looking extremely stern.

He was also furious at the forces in the northern land of Chaos and did not want to retreat anymore. He got so angry that even his favorite disciple was seriously injured.

……

The northern border is in chaos.

Three powerful Taoist ancestors gathered together, and all the immortals under them gathered together. The surrounding wind and clouds were turbulent, the void was shaking, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was solemn and murderous.

"Wanxuan East Land, Tiangong Gu Lisheng is our formidable enemy. If he doesn't retreat, we will have to fight to the death."

"Mi Zhong Daozu, are you going to start a war between immortals?"

"This matter is of great importance. If the Heavenly Palace were to take notice, our sect would be in turmoil for eternity."

"But if the Heavenly Palace retreats, we can retreat from this battle."

……

As the fight went on, everyone naturally realized that something was getting more and more wrong. Wanxuan East Land was guarded by the old monster Tiangong Killing Immortals, and it was impossible to break through the border of Wanxuan East Land.

It also proves that their cultivation foundation is not enough and they cannot completely defeat Wan Xuan Dongtu.

But if they can get the Heavenly Palace to retreat, then in this battle between the two realms, they, Luankong Beitu, will win!

The other two Dao Ancestors had calm expressions, their faces were extremely gloomy.

Milzhong looked at one of the Dao ancestors and said, "Daoist friend Xuanxu."

"This battle is not under our control, nor is it under the control of the Heavenly Palace. We cannot retreat." Xuanxu spoke calmly, as if he had seen the truth. "The only way is to fight. Kanzu, what do you think?"

Kanzu said nothing, as if he was lost in thought.

All the immortals were looking at him. This ancestor of the niche had a blood mole between his eyebrows. He was born with the memories of the immortal world and lived in the residual power of the immortal world when it created the world.

When he opens his mouth, a large number of Dao chimes will emerge from the void, and the faces of the bells will be engraved with inscriptions of cause and effect that were once erased by heaven and earth.

a long time.

He then slowly spoke: "The Heavenly Palace is invincible, but we cannot retreat either."

The implication is, don't target the Heavenly Palace, just start a war like this, the victory or failure will be up to God's will. If you deliberately target them and make them angry, they won't be able to bear it.

And they naturally cannot represent the Northern Land of Chaos. The immortals here and their three Taoist ancestors only came from Cuidao Mountain.

Cuidao Mountain is their Taoist sect, and it is also one of the top Taoist sects in the northern land of Luankong. It has three Taoist ancestors and countless disciples.

If they take the lead in starting a war against the Heavenly Palace... the consequences will be immeasurable. This will evolve from a war between Wanxuan East and Luankong North into a war between their two sects.

There is no chance of winning!

Milzhong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Has the news from the Heavenly Palace reached that person's ears?"

Hearing this, Kanzu glanced sideways, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he also nodded and said: "The war has lasted for many years, so it has naturally been reported."

And that person...is the tyrant of the northern land of Chaos, who survived nine calamities of becoming an immortal and swallowed the elixir of immortality when he was young.

The fairy world lasted for 150,000 years, and this man traveled around the various realms of the chaotic sky for 100,000 years. He relied on his own strength to quell the catastrophe in the world - the turmoil of all races in the chaotic sky!

Even they were once defeated by this man. When he was young, he had already mastered all the ways of the universe and bowed to the great Dao of the immortal world. Since he appeared in the world, he has never been defeated.

After hearing this.

The faces of the immortals in Cuidao Mountain became solemn, and they did not dare to know his name. His honorific title was—Jidao.

Buzz —

suddenly!

The nine layers of sea of ​​clouds suddenly condensed into a colored glass texture, and thirty-six thousand jade steps emerged in the rosy glow.

Each step reflects the splendor of the fairyland in different periods.

There are the golden patterns in the thunder pool that were shattered when the young man stepped on the calamity of becoming an immortal, and there are the fragments of the flag of the Hegemony clan that were cut down when he fought alone against all the clans.

"he came..."

The ancestor of the niche looked up at the sky and murmured. The teacup in his hand was suddenly covered with moss, and the sediment at the bottom of the cup was actually the blood sand from the turmoil of all races a hundred thousand years ago.

boom!

At this moment, nine chains wrapped in the light of annihilation suddenly emerged from the depths of the sky. They pierced through the void, and every inch of the chains was engraved with the word "Extreme" written in different languages ​​of all races in the fairy world.

However, what was dragged at the end of the chain was not a chariot, but half of a land wreckage that was still spewing chaotic energy - that was exactly the remains of the fairyland continent that the young man had shattered in his youth.

"Heavenly Palace... Chaos in the Sky..."

The four words rang out like the morning bell of the ancient heaven, and nine magnificent immortal gates suddenly rose up in the center of the Northern Wilderness battlefield!

Gunshot marks appeared on the surface of the door, which caused the stars in the sky to shift. The seventy-two evil stars in Ziweiyuan condensed into silver spear phantoms, and stabbed them fiercely towards the place where the overlords of all sides on the battlefield were defeated in the past!

"what?!"

Countless immortal cultivators on the battlefield were horrified, their cries shook the sky, and they looked up at the immortal sky in disbelief. The eyes of the immortal soldiers in the northern land of chaos were trembling.

However, the cultivators from Wanxuan East were all frightened. They didn't know who was coming and how could they exert such pressure on the fairyland!

What a powerful existence...

The clear sound of jade chimes came from the end of the jade steps of the fairy dome, and an unparalleled creature walked slowly from there, with the world-shaking rays of light branding his brows, the golden chain of laws wrapped around his frosty hair, the lightning of catastrophe condensed into silk hanging on his temples, and the cloud patterns when he knocked on the road turned into starlight.

"... Extreme!"