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Chapter 823: :War Horn
Chapter 823: :War Horn
Chapter 823: :War Horn
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The decisive battle is about to start!
The sudden smile from the Sage Master Tianya surprised Ye Wuque a little, but to be honest, it didn't surprise him.
Because he had known for a long time that this kind of confrontation between the two sides would not last long, and the decisive battle would eventually break out.
Moreover, from the tone of the Holy Master Tianya just now, Ye Wuque didn't notice any sense of urgency, indicating that although the decisive battle started, it was not an imminent moment, and it took some time.
Since the Holy Master Tianya has sent a voice transmission, as a holy son, Ye Wuque naturally wanted to rush to the Black Iron Fortress immediately to participate in the plan.
It's just that because he was temporarily sealed in his cultivation, he became an ordinary mortal, naturally unable to use any power, and could only walk towards the black iron fortress.
Therefore, the place that can usually be reached in a blink of an eye, now Ye Wuqian has gone for a full two quarters of an hour.
When Ye Wuque entered the rotunda of the Black Iron Fortress, the four great holy masters and dozens of elders with top cultivation levels gathered.
Similarly, this time he also saw Nie Haozong.
When Nie Haozong saw Ye Wuque, he immediately bowed to him.
Since the last time Nie Haozong was convinced by Ye Wuque, he also fulfilled his promise. He stood up and spoke when Ye Wuque was canonized by the master of Tianya as the saint son of the saints of the heavens, making more than 100,000 old disciples no more There are no objections. =c Cool-9 Artisan Net is y8 version k8 song:...
And since these days, the disciples of the older generation have changed so much. Finally, there is no friction with the young disciples of the present age, but they can get along well with each other. The problems of the past have disappeared completely like the past. .
I have to say that this success is inseparable from Nie Haozong.
Ye Wuque knew this too well and knew it all. <>
Therefore, when Nie Haozong bowed slightly to himself, Ye Wuque responded with a smile.
But immediately I saw Nie Haozong's complexion suddenly change!
Not only Nie Haozong, but in the rotunda at this moment, the faces of the four holy masters and dozens of elders all changed slightly!
Based on the cultivation base of the people present, the perception of Ye Wuque at this moment is naturally clear. Obviously, he has discovered his current state, and all his cultivation bases have disappeared strangely.
The Linglong Saint Lord who was originally sitting on the Lotus Throne suddenly got up, stepped out, and came to Ye Wuque's front.
Before Ye Wuque could speak, Linglong Holy Master's voice resounded, with a hint of anger in his tone!
"Wuqian, what's the matter? Your cultivation... is it a sneak attack by the people of the Qingming Sect?"
For Ye Wuque, the Lord Linglong has long been regarded as his nephew, and the person who used Ye Wuques strength in the Heavenly Sages Dao to fight the Qingming Temple before caused him to burn out and was seriously injured and dying. The Lord Linglong was heartbroken. Incomparable self-blame, even more powerless, can only send Ye Wuque to the source of the origin, waiting for good luck to come.
Finally, Ye Wuque returned strongly, smoothed everything, and became a saint son, which made Linglong saint master also extremely proud.
But now that Ye Wuque's cultivation base has disappeared strangely, the Lord Linglong is directly anxious.
Feeling the slender hand pressing **** his right shoulder and the voice with a hint of anger and worry, Ye Wuque's heart warmed, and he was naturally extremely moved by Aunt Linglong's behavior.
But at this moment, the voice of the Holy Master Tianya rang.
"Don't worry, Wuqian is not a reckless person. In our war fortress, the people of the Qingming three sects can't get in, and the cultivation base is perfect. If you want to come, no one else can do it. <> Wuqian, right? "
The voice of the Holy Master Tianya is full of magnetism, with a kind of demeanor, as if as long as his voice sounds, there will be an inexplicable sense of stability overflowing, which can soothe the restlessness and fear in others' hearts.
"The disciples have seen four holy masters and elders!"
With a slight smile at Aunt Linglong, Ye Wuque's clear voice sounded in the rotunda, and he bowed to everyone present.
"If you return to the Holy Master, as the Holy Master said, my current state is only temporary and will soon be restored."
Above the four thrones, Nie Haozong's father, the holy lord of Tianzheng flashed past as if there was thunder in his eyes, and the deep voice resounded.
"The decisive battle will start in five or six days at most. If you recover, how many days will it take?"
Obviously, Holy Master Tianzheng attaches great importance to Ye Wuque's combat power, otherwise he would not speak like this.
Ye Wuque immediately opened his mouth and said: "Please rest assured, the Holy Master, it will never affect the final battle."
After hearing Ye Wuque's reply, Tianzheng Saint Lord slowly nodded, and all the eyes staring at Ye Wuque were then moved away.
As the saint son of the sacred path of the heavens, Ye Wuque's identity and status have naturally changed long ago, and he will also get the attention of the senior officials of the sacred path of the heavens. At this moment, seeing the saint son answer this way, the elders are relieved.
In their eyes, they had guessed that the holy child must be practicing some kind of strange secret technique before the present situation appeared.
"Well, now that the people have gathered, then the final plan for the decisive battle will be announced by this sect."
The rotunda of the Black Iron Fortress immediately fell into silence, and everyone was waiting for the words of the Holy Master Tianya.
Ye Wuque walked to one side, stood beside the Linglong Holy Lord White Throne, and began to listen with his ears erected. <>
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It wasn't until an hour later that everyone in the rotunda dispersed.
After stepping out of the Black Iron Fortress, Ye Wuque let out a sigh of relief, but a hint of warfare flashed through his bright eyes and strode towards the disciple's lounge.
For the next four days, Ye Wuque stayed closed in the lounge and stayed home.
On the war fortress, the unparalleled and vast battle formation has already overflowed in all directions and enveloped everywhere!
Over the past ten and a half months, the disciples of the sacred path of the millions of heavens have been continuously comprehending and practising the battle formation of the Great Ten Thousand Worlds Doutian, and finally it has achieved results, and finally the formation is completed!
Four days passed slowly, the war fortress was full of days and nights, and the atmosphere was thick, falling into the final state of preparation.
But in the disciple's lounge where Ye Wuque was, there was still dead silence.
In Yu Jiaoxue's place, the fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, as if a butterfly about to break its cocoon, it was only the last step.
When the morning sun rose from the sky on the fifth day, on the other side of the Tianduan Grand Canyon, there was an indifferent and cold voice that seemed to shake the sky and the earth, which passed through the nine heavens!
"Duantianya, your holy roads have been shrinking for so long, it's time to come out..."
This voice came from the Sect Master of the Qingming Divine Palace... the Divine Lord of the Underworld.
"At the beginning of Ming Nine, your Qingming Temple is going backwards. Heaven is not tolerated. Today, my heavenly sacred roads will act for the heavens..."
In the war fortress, the voice of the holy master of the end of the world sounded, and it was also shaking the sky, straight up through the sky!
Uh...
The thick and deep horns resounded suddenly, spreading out like the Yangtze River, penetrating into the Tianduan Grand Canyon!
In the disciple's lounge, Ye Wuque slowly opened his eyes in the darkness. Hearing the sound of the sky-shaking horn outside, his bright eyes had already become cold.
"The horn of war resounds, has it finally begun..."
Soon, Ye Wuque stepped out of the lounge.
His black hair is flying, his martial robes are hunting, but the strange thing is that there is still no slightest fluctuation in the cultivation level. Search " on WeChat, follow the name of the post-post work, and read the full text for free! The fastest update!