Yingzhou Continent.

On the Holy Dan Peak, the Lord of Yingzhou, Danxin Saint, was holding a fire feather fan in front of a huge stove, and slowly refining a fifth-level holy pill.

In the furnace, there was an attractive elixir fragrance.

As the most talented alchemy saint in the fairyland of Ten Continents, his elixirs are of excellent quality and the elixir rate is also extremely high. With this alchemy technique, he has cultivated himself to the realm of the holy priest.

"Xuanzu, the battle situation in Xuanzhou has come out."

A graceful and luxurious young monk came to the side of the Danxin Saint with a sad look, bowed respectfully, and then reported softly.

"Oh! I understand."

The Danxin Saint nodded lightly.

The battle in Xuanzhou is almost time to come to an end.

According to his speculation, this battle should be very tragic, with heavy casualties on both sides, and at least three or four saints were killed and severely injured.

As for who wins and who loses, he actually doesn't care too much.

Anyway, after fighting this battle, the energy was exhausted, and both sides calmed down.

The Danxin Saint Lord glanced at the young man's rather ugly face and smiled lightly: "Looking at your sad face, the Saint Lord Xuanzhou should be not optimistic. How many Saint Lords have fallen? Could it be that the person from Yunzhong has fallen!

If so, your marriage with the granddaughter of the Yunzhong Shangren will be ruined. Do you feel sad?"

"Don't laugh at the great-grandson for the great-grandson. It's already this situation, so I don't have the heart to think about any marriage. Xuan Ancestor, the man from Yunzhong, has fallen... Not only him, but all the eleven saints of Xuanzhou have fallen!"

The young Nascent Soul monk's suffering path.

There are eggs in the vast nest. The descendants of the Holy Lord were naturally beaten up, either imprisoned or exiled.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

He is also a descendant of the Saint Lord, so he is naturally worried. If one day the Saint Lord Danxin also falls... his fate will probably not be much better.

The eleven Saints of Xuanzhou, the Saints of All Continents fell?!

The Danxin Saint was shocked, and his calm face finally changed drastically.

This battle was so tragic?

This is a tragic civil war that has never happened in the fairylands of the Ten Continents in nearly a thousand years.

In recent thousand years, although the Holy Lords occasionally clashed, it was a battle between one or two saints, and the number of deaths was almost no more than one or two.

Eleven deaths at one time almost exceeded 10% of the Saints in the entire territory.

"How many deaths have been made on Kun Sheng? But more than half of them! The battle was so tragic that the casualties on their side were probably not much better. How many died?"

Danxin Saint Lord calmed down and asked.

"According to reports, Situ Yuan led the Eleven Saints of Xuanzhou and the Five Foreign Aids to fight against the Eight Saints of Zuzhou commanded by Su Chen. All the Eleven Saints of Xuanzhou fell, and the Five Foreign Aids escaped after being defeated... None of the Eight Saints of Su Chen and other eight Saints fell."

A graceful young man, he speaks bitterly.

Eighty-sixteen, can you win?!

How did this be done?

Moreover, this group battle was not commanded by Kun Sheng and Xuan Wu, but the nameless Saint Lord Su Chen.

Danxin Saint Lord's face was stiff, his body and mind were shocked, "Can there be more detailed battle reports?"

The graceful young man shook his head, "Reported to the Xuan Ancestor, only the general battle reports were observed by the Nascent Soul monks from a distance. As for the specific battle details, I am afraid that only the Saint Lord who participated in the battle would know. If you want to know how Xuan Ancestor was defeated, you can only find the five escaped foreign players."

"Forget it, the details are no longer important. Start with the overall situation... This time, we underestimated the enemy too much and failed to take action in time to support the Saint of Xuanzhou, so we were conquered by them. You immediately contact the other masters of Jiuzhou, discuss major plans together, and fight against the enemy!"

The Danxin Saint Lord was silent for a moment and said with a serious expression.

"yes!"

"But if we take this lead, will this attract Su Sheng's hostility?"

The path of young monks.

"After this battle, there will probably be more chaos in the fairylands of the Ten Continents. For the sake of the position of the realm master, it is inevitable that each other will be conquered.

The position of the Lord of the Realm can separate one or two percent of the incense in the entire fairyland, and even more. This position is too important!

Everyone wants it!

But no one has the ability.

Xuanzhou and Yingzhou are too close. Once Su Sheng has the intention of annexation, he may come first at our Yingzhou! This is inevitable!"

The Lord Danxin was quite worried.

Originally, he was counting on the battle between the saints of Xuanzhou and Kun Sheng and others, and they were both dying. He was close to him and might have found a bargain before he sat down on the mountain to watch the tiger fight.

But I didn't expect this would be the situation.

There is a stronger opponent on the edge of Yingzhou Continent.

What he was most worried about was that Su Sheng and others would use Xuanzhou Continent as their foundation and springboard to invade Yingzhou Continent and eventually ascend to the throne of the ten continents' fairylands.

...

The information and rumor about this battle swept across the entire Ten Continents' Wonderland at an extremely fast speed.

The master of the continent, Situ, originally fought against Huo Feng with Xuanguo and Su Sheng, and ended up killing him on the spot.

A group battle broke out, and the eleven Saints of Xuanzhou fell!

None of the Eight Saints, including Su Sheng, died in a row!

Although this record is not a shocking battle in the history of the holy war in the Ten Continents’ Wonderlands, it is an incredible battle for thousands of years.

Like a severe cold storm, it blew all over the fairylands of the ten continents.

The saints of Jiuzhou were shocked and connected with each other to discuss countermeasures urgently.

Su Chen and the Eight Saints have taken over the Xuanzhou Continent, and have firmly grasped the Xuanzhou Continent, and have divided one-tenth of the entire fairyland. It is too late to intervene again at this time.

What they were worried about was that Su Sheng and others had their next move.

Are you satisfied with occupying one Xuanzhou continent? Or are you ready to attack other continents until you become the master of the entire Ten Continents’ Immortal Realm?!

...

Zuzhou.

Zulong Mountain Temple.

Su Tianhu and Master Qibao and other saints were discussing the candidate for the Lord of the Continent. When they suddenly heard the news, they couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, I sent them a few saints to leave, otherwise there would be a gap in Zuzhou in the future, which would be their big trouble.

Su Chen and the Eight Saints set out for only a few dozen days and had already captured the Xuanzhou Continent.

On their side, even the New Continent Lord of Zuzhou has not been selected yet.

"It's still awesome young man!"

Master Qibao seemed to have grown much older and sighed: "I have lived for only two thousand years and have no courage to fight such a huge risky battle, and I have fought so well."

"In another hundred years, these ten continents of fairylands will definitely be their world."

Su Tianhu smiled bitterly.

She is already 2,800 years old, and she can collect enough incense for the remaining two hundred years of life, and find a scattered immortal to exchange for a piece of immortal crystal to impact the Mahayana realm.

If it doesn't work, your life will end in two hundred years.
Chapter completed!