A few days later, under the leadership of a master, more than two hundred martial arts took the sky boat and walked through the deserted desert.

This desert is the junction of the Shenzhou mainland and the Oriental continent. It is called Fengzhu Shayuan.

On the Tianzhou, except Qin Xuan, the faces of other warriors are a little ugly.

How can these fragile warriors pass through dozens of continental regions, how can these fragile warriors be safe?

Tianzhou drove rapidly in Shayuan. In just one day, it spans 200,000 miles.

"How about, the speed of our Cold League is fast!" Lin Xiaodie looked at Qin Xuan proudly, Chuanyin Road.

"Indeed, Tianzhou's big array only opened a part, and the speed should not be urged to the extreme!" Qin Xuan said.

He also controlled a Tianzhou, which was in the world of heaven.

The speed of that Tianzhou was urged to the extreme, but it was only 150,000 miles a day. Compared with the Han League's Tianzhou, it was indeed worse.

"By the way, what do you want to do in the Cold League?" Lin Xiaodie asked curiously.

Qin Xuan wandered around in addition to the practice of the Cold League, and he had never seen him doing something.

And Qin Xuan didn't seem to have done it.

"I said I am here to pursue Sister Yue, do you believe it?" Qin Xuan raised a brow.

"The ghost talk is connected." Lin Xiaodie rolled his eyes, obviously he didn't believe Qin Xuan's words, "You still said you like me!"

"That's a joke, but this sentence is true." Qin Xuan said.

Lin Xiaodie turned his head, his face was disdainful.

After a while, she said again, "Can you let me see your true face?"

"cannot!"

"Really stingy."

Nympho

Just after the Tianzhou passed through the desert hundreds of thousands of miles, there was a dark cloud at the end of the sky, and the black clouds were crushed, approaching the Tianzhou.

"Not good, it's Sha Yuan's coming!" Hanmeng's master's face changed.

There are two major crises in Fengzhu, one is the wind pillar and the other is Shayuan.

"Immediately turn around and avoid Shayuan." The master shouted.

As an eighth -level master, she can not care about Sha Yuan's destructive power, but Tianzhou is unbearable.

This is not an ordinary sandstorm!

Tianzhu Shayuan, which was originally the battlefield of the people and the monster in the ancient times.

The formation method here is full of fighting fluctuations of the strong men of the two sides during the ancient times. With the changes of the years, it gradually becomes a wind pillar and Shayuan.

Wind pillars are okay. Although there is a sudden sign, there is no trace of signs, but the Tianzhou can resist.

Sha Yuan is covered with the sky, which is full of devastating energy. Once you fall into it, the master of the Han League can only take all the warriors into the void to escape!

Hearing the shout of the master, the king who controlled Tianzhou quickly urged the formation. Tianzhou turned half a circle in the sky and fled from the other side.

No one found that there was also a Tianzhou in the edge of Shayuan.

On the Tianzhou, the master of Tianxingzong stands, Xia Yan.

"What a big Sha Yuan, fortunately, escaped the dangerous area in time." Xia Yan relieved.

"Tianwei is boundless. It is just the residual power left by the ancient battlefield. It is actually so terrible that it is difficult to imagine. What kind of era is it?" Xia Jun's expression was a little bit embarrassed.

In the first ancient era, it was an ancient era, which has been tens of thousands of years.

The end of the first ancient era was the end of the human race and the monster tribe. In that battle, the demon tribe completely retreated, and the remaining soldiers were defeated. Now they can only stretch all corners of the martial arts world.

But the damage of that war was too great, which also seriously affected the operation of heaven and earth.

Since then, the heaven and earth aura has been thin again, and the warriors who refine the way have completely disappeared.

Today, in this world, I can no longer see the warrior, and the way of refining gas has become the only avenue of practice.

"Brother, one day, you can also become the legendary power, turn his hands as clouds, and cover his hands as rain!" Xia Yan was full of confidence in his elder brother.

Xia Jun smiled slightly.

"Being a power, is it easy? In this era, it is difficult to become the emperor."

It can be called great power. Only Xuanjing.

But since the ancient times, the aura of heaven and earth has fallen again, and the martial arts world has almost never been born.

Today's martial arts world, even the power of the sky and foreign mystery cannot enter!

It is said that before tens of thousands of years ago, the aura of the martial arts world could still allow mystery to enter and exit.

"Well, it will be so coincident!" Xia Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

In that distant sky, a sky boat galloped.

This Tianzhou is not in the induction of the consciousness. Obviously, it is a treasure or formation that avoids the consciousness.

As the Tianzhou is getting closer and closer, Xia Yan saw the warrior in the Tianzhou.

The plain robe that made his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Actually, the person of the Cold League!" Xia Yan's voice implied the murderousness.

"Aya, Shuntian Pavilion has rules, and the trip to the Shenzhou mainland is prohibited from conflict between major sects. These Tianzhou are all elites of human races. Shuntian Pavilion will not allow them to be damaged." Xia Jun shook his head slightly.

Reminder.

The killing of the top sects will not care, but this trip to the Shenzhou mainland is held by Shuntian Pavilion, and the elites of major sects are invited to participate.

If there is a fight, it is the face of Shuntian Pavilion!

Few sects dare to do this.

Soon, the two Tianzhou met, and each other was only thousands of miles away.

This distance, for the master, it can be reached instantly.

"It turned out to be the Xia Xun of Tianxingzong, it was really a coincidence!" Master Hanmeng sneered.

"Hanmeng Ningxiangyu." Xia Yan looked gloomy.

In terms of strength, the Cold League Master Ning Xiangyu was also in the early eighth stage, but when he entered the master's realm for a century, his strength was slightly better than Xia Xun.

"The trip to the Divine Mainland is the arrangement of Shuntian Pavilion. Is your way to do it?" Xia Yan stared at the master of Hanmeng.

"Master Xia is relieved. I waited for the rules of Shuntian Pavilion from the mainland of Shenzhou? But since I encountered it, it seems unwilling to do it.

Disciples are confronted, how about? "The master of Hanmeng said.

She wants to know in her heart that this generation of celestial sects have there any peerless genius?

If there is a peerless genius born, then the trip to Shenzhou mainland is over, the Cold League must hurry up!

"Of course." Xia Yan nodded slightly.

He also wants to see, what is the elite strength of the Han League?

Today's Cold League and the three major denominations are not compatible. Once the show is discovered, they will not hesitate to eradicate it.

The hatred between them is far deeper than the hatred within the three sects.

After all, the goal of the Cold League is to occupy the entire Oriental continent. This is unbearable.

Soon, the two Tianzhous were tied together.

"What a powerful method, worthy of being a powerful master." Looking at the divine formation in the center of the sky boat, Qin Xuan was amazed in his heart.

This is a dual-attribute divine array, and Qin Xuan can also arrange it.

But what is truly magical is that the two masters used the void as the base to set up a large formation, and the sky boat was still moving forward. This divine formation also moved with the sky boat, just like two ships moving forward against a small island.

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"Everyone from the Han League, our Tianxing Sect only has four places, so why not let's compete in four games!" Xia Yu suggested.

"That's fine!" The Grandmaster of the Cold Alliance nodded.

The reason why the Han League has ten places is because the Yinji Sect and the Dan family have formed an alliance, and each family has five places.

As an ancient family with its own special inheritance, the Dan family did not care about the opportunity of Shuntian Pavilion and gave all five places to Hanmeng.

The Purple Gold Crown Prince that Qin Xuan once encountered was a direct descendant of the Dan family.

Their practice is completely different from that of ordinary warriors, and the opportunity of Shuntian Pavilion may not be important to them.

"Which one of you wants to appear first?" Ning Xiangyu glanced at everyone in the Han League.

Among the more than 300 warriors, there are not only warriors from the Cold Alliance, but also the children of the eighth-level forces who are attached to the Cold Alliance.

Those eighth-level forces are also qualified to join the Shuntian Pavilion, but the journey is long and it is difficult to reach the mainland of China. They can only send their subordinates to the Han League and ask them to send them off on their behalf.

These children of the eighth-level forces are definitely not allowed to participate in the battle. If they are injured, the Cold Alliance will not be able to explain it.

So Grandmaster Hanmeng looked at ten qualified elites.
Chapter completed!