I am the master of all worlds

Chapter 409
"Report! Zhiyu Xianzong asks to see the saint, if there is one, report it!"

"Come in!"

Outside the main hall, the voice appeared again.

The voice of Fengchun Saint came, and a fairy appeared in the hall in just a few breaths.

"The younger generation pays homage to the sage. There is a foreign race on the southwestern border of Buzhou. This is an urgent message from the ancestor of Wuxian of my Zhiyu Xianzong. Please ask the sage to decide!"

Because it is considered that the sound transmission through the air in the holy land is easy to be intercepted by the saints of different races, and in order to prevent the letters from being destroyed by the spies placed in the Holy Land of Spring Festival by alien races when the sender first arrives at the Holy Land of Spring Festival, the messengers have used Immortal.

After receiving the letter from Immortal Zhiyu Xianzong, Saint Fengchun fell silent again.

Needless to say, this is another discussion with the other Nine Sages.

This is also helpless, although human race martial immortals and immortals occupy about a quarter of the entire Star Source Realm, but they are only a quarter. Now that wars occur, with the existing human race strength, it is three times stronger than the human race Although it is impossible for the enemy to use all their strength, if the arrangement is not good, even if there is a pre-arranged formation, it may still cause irreparable losses due to a mistake.

The Ten Saints will discuss together, which will undoubtedly ensure that there is no problem to the greatest extent.

This time, there was no Saint Lord of Yin and Yang in charge. The ten saints discussed for five or six minutes who to transfer to stop the aliens on the southwestern border of Buzhou.

Finally, the sage Fengchun said, "Go and call the Martial Immortals from the Holy Land of Seven Emotions and the Holy Land of Crossing Immortals to come in."

"Yes!"

The Immortal of Zhiyu Immortal Sect led away, and after a while, the Martial Immortals from the Holy Land of Seven Emotions and the Martial Immortals from the Holy Land of Crossing Immortals arrived.

At this time, the sage Fengchun didn't have time to say anything else. When he saw a few Wuxians entering, he said directly: "There are more than 30 Wuxians and more than 100 immortals on the southwestern border of Buzhou. You guys go outside and bring ten of them." Martial Immortal Sect, another fifty Immortal Sects will be mobilized to go to the border to stop the enemy."

"Yes!"

"The enemy is several times stronger than you. Fortunately, the border of our human race is densely packed with formations. You can use the formations to stop them from advancing. You don't want merit but no fault. Don't rush forward, you know?"

"The younger generation will live up to the sage's entrustment!"

Several Martial Immortals also took orders to go.

Outside, Zhang Wuyang and Ji Mingyang watched helplessly as another group of people left, but they still had nothing to do with them, feeling a little helpless in their hearts.

But this time the two of them learned the tricks, and when the group of people just left, they looked at the teleportation array eagerly.

Unfortunately, for some reason, maybe the foreign race didn't want to stretch the battle line too long, or maybe they were plotting something. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the teleportation array didn't light up again.

The night came unknowingly, and a group of Tianjiao had entered a state of war, and they were all guarding the square quietly waiting for the sudden situation to appear. The two of them, who were like shit-stirring sticks in the field, couldn't find a partner to chat with, and seemed a little out of interest. lack.

In fact, the two of them also knew that the reason why the sage Fengchun didn't use them was because he regarded them as firefighters or hid them.

But what the two of them wanted was to make a wave of each other first and weaken the strength of the alien race.

Now it seems that the saints are not optimistic about doing this.

In other words, the saints feel that the two of them can't shade too many people, and they are afraid that the two will get involved instead.

In the middle of the night, the teleportation array finally lit up again. Although the two of them were shit-stirring sticks, they knew the priorities of the matter, so they stayed in the square all the time.

"Mingyao, wake up, someone is here again."

"Oh." Ji Mingyang responded, then continued to squint and fell asleep in Zhang Wuyang's arms.

It's not their turn when they come.

Sure enough, another group of people left the square this time, but there was still nothing wrong with the two of them.

Then, for three full days, the little friends in the square walked around one after another, until finally, only Zhang Wuyang and an ordinary immortal sect, called the Haichao sect, and a few Lingshen sects were left in the entire square. Sect and several supernatural sects.

And the leaders of these sects all looked at Zhang Wuyang and Ji Mingyang eagerly.

If the guess is right, the remaining sects of my own should be minoring in these two shit-stirring sticks in the end, right?
It's just that, although the two people of the human race are the strongest except for the saint at this time, why do they always feel uncomfortable?

"Salted fish, do you think we still have a chance to make a move?"

"Should have?"

"I feel hung."

In three days, the power of the human race was exhausted. Thanks to the blessings of formations from all over the country, the alien army with a total of 2000 martial immortals and more than [-] immortals was blocked from the portal of the human race.

Although there are constant reports of a certain immortal being killed in battle, or how many enemy immortals have been killed, it is irrelevant.

Such a huge immortal confrontation, the dead are all scattered, and the general direction is still very stable.

That is to say, the sage of yin and yang, relying on himself as a saint, forcibly showed off.

At the same time, it was also because the head of the martial immortals of the four clans, that is, the four major martial immortals of the four clans, disappeared. He entered the camp of eighty martial immortals alone, killed more than a dozen of them, and left.

In other places, the human race relied on formations to continuously kill the enemies, but here, the enemies held tightly together, for fear that the Lord of Yin and Yang would come and attack again.

Finally, the morning of the fourth day came, and the teleportation array lit up again.

"Is there another good news?"

"Maybe I still need help."

"Cut! Just curse, Xianyu." Sitting there listlessly, watching the people walk into the hall, Ji Mingyang complained: "Be careful that Grandpa Fengchun beats you."

As soon as the words fell, the man came out again, "Wuyang, Mingyao, the sage is calling you."

"I'll go, I won't really beat you, will I? How about we run away?"

Ji Mingyang stared and was already thinking about running away, Zhang Wuyang knocked on the opponent's little head angrily: "What are you thinking about? I guess it's a rescue mission, or an enemy mission."

"Although the fourteen saints of the foreign race are afraid to come to our human race because the eighteen saints of the four races are trapped in the human race, but since the war has already started, they will definitely use dirty tricks to achieve the goal of quick victory."

"For example?" Ji Mingyao asked back.

"For example, the disappearance of the four great martial immortals of the four races, for example, none of the thirty or so top martial immortals who can be called names from the foreign races on the battlefield, these are all problems!"

"Ah?" At this moment, Ji Mingyao realized, "So, the big meal is coming? Wahahahahaha, my aunt wants to hit ten!"

hit ten...

Dare to think!
These [-] or so alien martial immortals are all fierce and messy existences, and Ji Mingyang is a semi-sage, and it's about the same as hitting four.

Rolling his eyes, the main hall has arrived.

Walking in steadily, Fengchun sage frowned.

"Those fourteen old things have already seen through our human race's vast formation, and they know that ten of us can't do anything."

"It's a matter of time." Zhang Wuyang nodded.

"They didn't dare to take the risk themselves, but they organized 31 squads of supreme martial arts to invade from the back, planning to go straight to the hinterland of our human race."

"Then, why don't you always throw the toughest thing to me?"

31 Supreme Martial Immortals, are they Supreme Martial Immortals, okay?

Each of them can enter the top ten in the Human Martial Immortal Ranking!
As for the top ten of the Martial Immortals list, generally speaking, it is very possible to beat two of the [-]th on the Martial Immortals list, but if it is more than seventy on the Martial Immortals list... Basically, one of the top five is not a problem.

For example, Tu Shan Susu can definitely play several Linglongs, and Linglong is a newcomer to the Martial Immortal, and the list of Martial Immortals is only seventy or eighty.

Even if there are only ten such Martial Immortals, they are still a force to be underestimated. At least it is not a problem to compare with a Yin-Yang Lord.

Although there are many chat group sense masters nowadays, Zhang Wuyang let go of the Daoyuanjing for everyone to see in the past half a year. Now the top ten of the Martial Immortals list are only Kaisha, Tushan Susu, Yunlu, and Scarlet , Liangbing, Tushan Yaya, Qiao Feng, Tathagata, Xiao Yan, Feng Baobao, these ten people.

Even if you are squeezing, you can count Yakumo Zi at most, and it will never exceed fifteen!

So... uncomfortable!

Zhang Wuyang complained, Fengchun Shengren frowned even more, and after a long time, he said: "I know you have a hidden deep power, do you have the confidence to stop these 31 guys?"

"If you can block it, the Yin-Yang side can adjust, and it is estimated that it will be able to get out and help your side in about a month."

Zhang Wuyang became impatient when he heard this: "Don't worry, it's easy to go wrong. Our high-level combat power is not enough. I'll take care of it. I'll keep them safe. No more than ten of them can escape! By the way, I know this." The guy's specific course of action?"

"Come from the East China Sea, there is also a big formation over there, and there is already a fairy gate to preside over the big formation, but it can only stop them for about three days." Hearing Zhang Wuyang's guarantee, Fengchun Saint instantly felt relieved: "They This is a conspiracy, to catch us and bully us less, if you can really keep [-] of us, then our human race will be stable, and they will die at the end of next year!"

"over!"

As long as he knew it, Zhang Wuyang pulled Ji Mingyang and left directly.

To deal with 31 super martial immortals, Zhang Wuyang felt that he had to recruit a wave of teammates.

For example... Qin Feng!
It's a pity that great-grandfather Zhang Yangxing is at the critical moment of breakthrough, and he is still living in seclusion. Otherwise, let them, a group of aliens, see what is the real ultimate Martial Immortal!

(End of this chapter)