The dragon veins of Zhongzhou Wandao Mountain Range are scattered! But it is far from over.
In the Western Desert, a land of endless black sand and a barren land of red soil, a black dragon and a red dragon crossed and rose into the sky! Then two dragon shadows rose from the East, two dragon shadows rushed out of the boundless sea water in the North Ocean, and a dragon shadow crouched on the boundless forest in the South Desert...
At the same time, in the five regions of China, eight dragon veins and spirit dragons rose into the sky, but in just three breaths, they let out bursts of mournful cries and turned into countless rains of light and dissipated...
This sudden scene not only shook the entire China, but also shocked the Eight Regions Coalition. The entire void was filled with a violent storm, as if the world was about to end.
"What's going on? This sad and violent atmosphere... what is it?"
"This... Could it be a battle between the Supreme Beings? The aftermath has spread across the entire ancient star."
"The Supremes are fighting! How is that possible? If the Supremes join the battle, won't we be ants? We will be killed instantly!"
Below the narrow gap in the sky, countless cultivators were talking to each other, looking up into the void with a hint of fear and dread in their eyes.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in purple suddenly appeared, looking at the boundless void, and slowly said: "It's not that the Supremes are fighting, but that the dragon veins of China have collapsed!"
As soon as the words fell, the faces of the monks around him turned pale instantly. The dragon veins collapsed! Doesn't this mean that China will perish? You know, the energy they use for cultivation comes from the dragon veins!
The middle-aged man in purple looked into the void, frowning slightly, and said, "What a weird scene. The collapse of the dragon vein should be caused by the rampage of endless energy, but why is there not a single fluctuation of energy? Could it be that... it was stolen by someone?"
Just thinking about it, the middle-aged man in purple shook his head secretly. How could it be stolen? Even if he was the Supreme, he couldn't move all eight dragon veins silently, right? But what happened to this strange scene in front of him
The middle-aged man in purple couldn't figure it out, but then he turned into a long rainbow and disappeared into the sky. He wanted to go back to the Central Region. Such a big event had happened, and he was afraid that all the wars would have to change.
In the southern region of Zhongzhou, on the bronze steps, Youming suddenly opened his eyes, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows also opened. A six-colored divine light shot towards the boundless sky, saying: "The vanguard has won, and it is time for us to come out!"
Six-colored divine light rose into the sky, and a figure dressed in white tore through the void and emerged, looking up to the sky and laughing: "How can the vanguard I personally selected fail? Kill! Kill! Just like our ancestors..."
In the Western Desert, at the Demon God Tomb in the Demon God Temple, a shadowy figure crawled out from the two largest tombs, looked towards the direction of Zhongzhou's narrow sky, and said, "Brother, it seems that you made the right decision to let me leave a spiritual consciousness behind."
In the desolate universe, an ancient star shone in the firelight. Countless corpses were lying in a row. Jiuyou's long hair fluttered as he looked at the distant sky and said calmly, "It's finally recovered. It's a pity that there is no Ancient Supreme to relieve my boredom."
At this point, a hint of bloodthirstiness appeared at the corners of his mouth, and then he said: "My second brother, where are you?"
At the same time, the Southern Wild Barbarians, the Eastern Land Witches, the Northern Ocean Sea Clan, the hundred-meter-tall giant, the mysterious old man, and the mysterious man in golden armor all appeared in the air, as if responding to the words of the underworld.
In the meeting halls across the five regions of China, several old men had solemn expressions on their faces. They didn't know why the dragon veins suddenly collapsed, but they knew that the line of light must not be lost.
An iron order was issued: "It is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace!" All ethnic groups and all cultivators in China will fight to the death to defend the narrow passage!
As this order was issued, the monks knew that the most intense war was about to come. This war was not a small fight like before, but a war that truly concerned the survival of China! A war that could not be lost!
At the headquarters of the Eight Regions Allied Forces, a middle-aged man with blond hair and a fierce look looked at the endless cultivators below and said in a stern voice: "The Chinese dragon vein has collapsed, and this war will end earlier than expected! The Chinese Supreme may appear, but don't be afraid, fight to the death to seize the thin line of sky and destroy the main dragon vein of China! The target is the thin line of sky, all cultivators in the eight regions, set off! Support the thin line of sky!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Densely packed, endless foreign monks rose into the air together. At this moment, they gave up the Beiyang battlefield where they were sure of victory, and also gave up the battlefields of the Southern Wilderness, Western Desert, and Eastern Land. All the foreign monks attacked Zhongzhou together!
In the land of Kunlun Dragon Vein, Qilin Ci looked at the changes in the outside world and said solemnly: "Kunlun, after a million years of cultivation, China's essence will not be short of energy, right?"
Kunlun smiled upon hearing this, his figure slowly fading away, saying: "Don't worry, it will only be denser than before, short of it? Unless the thin line of sky is lost, I will die..."
Kunlun was stunned when he said this. A crack appeared in front of him. A blood shadow suddenly appeared and interrupted Kunlun's words, saying: "How could I let you die? Just focus on supporting the responsibilities of the collapse of the eight dragon veins!"
The blood shadow solidified, and Liu Xun stepped out of the gap, took a look at the Qilin Thorn, and then said: "Time is running out, let's go! Kunlun, I'll leave this to you."
Upon hearing this, Qilin Ci's eyes flashed with surprise. At this moment, Liu Xun gave him the feeling that he was like a world of his own, which was visible but had no end and no idea of its depth.
"You know everything about the outside world?" Qilin Ci's words came, Liu Xun smiled and said: "Eight dragon veins have been swallowed by me, and I can no longer guess what will happen in the outside world. Do you really think that I have lived for nothing for the past three hundred years?"
After the words fell, Kunlun and Qilin Ci were stunned for a moment, but then they showed a relieved smile. Kunlun did not say anything, but disappeared and went to do what he should do.
Qilin Ci looked at Liu Xun and sighed unconsciously. From Liu Xun's eyes, he could see that Liu Xun had completely grown up! Only Qilin Ci knew the meaning of the word "grown up" here.
"Qilin Thorn, it's time to go!" Looking at Qilin Thorn, Liu Mang tapped his brow with his left index finger. Qilin Thorn shook his head and sighed, then turned into a blood-red light and merged into Liu Xun's body.
Outside, Yan Chong frowned at Liu Xun. What happened to this kid? He wouldn't wake up no matter how hard we called him. After such a big incident, he was still sleeping...
Just when Yan Chong was about to call Di Yuan, Liu Xun suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Yan Chong who was familiar yet a little strange, and said slowly: "Long time no see!"
"..." After saying this, Yan Chong was even more confused. It had only been a short while, and he was already saying "long time no see"? Was this kid in a daze
Looking at Yan Chong's puzzled expression, Liu Xun smiled indifferently without giving any explanation. Three hundred years passed in a hurry, just like a dream.
Now Liu Xun looked at the people he used to know and felt strange. After all, he had only lived for twenty years. It was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable to be isolated for three hundred years. (To be continued)