The Three Desolations Great Realm, the Daochen True Realm!

The Ninth Peak Mountain Gate, the land of the original Dao Morning Sect, the core of more than a hundred formations hidden in the void, is now surrounded by countless anti-saints and dark morning cultivators.

In the middle of these monks, there is a distorted illusion of a thousand zhang in size, and you can faintly see the mountains, rivers, and floating continents that exist within it, and there ...... It is where the gate of the ninth peak is located.

And this distortion of 10,000 zhang is a gap that was forcibly blasted open by the monks of the anti-saint and the dark morning, once this gap is broken, it can make the cultivation of the anti-saint and the dark morning swarm and tear through the void in an instant, and step into the ...... At the gate of the ninth peak, he stepped into the space where the original Dao Morning Sect was located.

Inside the distorted illusory, from a distance, it looks like a weak point of this void, there are countless electric lights wandering, bursts of rumbling loud noises constantly swirling in the starry sky, all kinds of magical powers, magic weapons, the light of all kinds of magic weapons, shining all the time on this distorted illusory.

This kind of attack has been going on for a long time, but in the last three days, the appearance of nine faceless people in white robes has brought this battle to the extreme.

These nine people were wearing white robes, their faces were extremely strange, they were blank, no eyes, no facial features, like a white jade slip.

The cultivation of these nine people seems to be none, like mortals, but the coercion emanating from them is extremely amazing, and the respect for them can be seen from the eyes of the surrounding cultivators looking at these nine people.

All nine were dressed in white robes, but there were subtle differences, five of them were branded with moon marks, and four were sun marks.

They were surrounded by the edge of this thousand twists, and there was no supernatural power to exert them, but if you looked closely, you could see it. Where they are. It is where the distorted illusory fluctuations are most intense. Seem...... This distorted illusion, the last layer of the formation arranged by the tiger, is distorted by the existence of these nine people, and illusory because of the location of these nine people, and even from a distance, there will be a strong feeling......

It seems that these nine people are like nine nails, nailed to the last layer of formation outside the ninth peak arranged by this tiger. It is precisely because of the nine of them that this formation seems to be no longer weak all the time.

Outside these nine people were countless monks from the Dark Morning and the Rebel Saint, outside of these monks, it was not very far from here, and they could see the location of everything on the battlefield from afar, floating in this sea of white bones.

On this large amount of white bones, leaning on the side bones, sat a long-haired man in a black robe, this man had a handsome face. Filled with a strange temperament, holding a wine glass in his hand. From time to time, he took a sip, as if all the effects of this starry void on him seemed to be faintly non-existent.

Around the black-robed man, there were ten black-robed men standing respectfully, like guards, looking coldly at the distorted nothingness in the distance.

"Interestingly, one day later, this array will be shattered, so that the monks here inside will slowly torture in this despair, so that after killing them, it will be more delicious to taste their souls. The black-robed man smiled slightly, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and spoke lightly.

His cultivation was so strong that he didn't even need to be dispersed to make this nothingness seem unbearable, and signs of shattering were constantly appearing around him.

This person is the strongest person who has descended from the Reverse Saint and Dark Morning camps now, Emperor Yan Pei Chen, one of the Three Emperors of Dark Morning!!

It's just that what is here now is not his body, but one of his two major doppelgangers, his main body has disappeared the moment he came, and one of the two doppelgangers stayed in the Daochen True Realm, and the other went to the mysterious Fourth True Realm.

Although it is a clone, it has also stepped into the unspeakable realm, otherwise, Yan Pei would not be able to be called one of the three morning emperors of the Dark Morning Camp.

While Emperor Yan Pei Chenhuang was drinking wine and looking at the twisted formation of the Ninth Peak Mountain Gate in the distance, in this Morning True Realm, including Emperor Yan Pei Chenhuang himself, he did not notice that on the other side of this ten thousand zhang twisted formation, there was a figure in the void, standing there, looking at all this coldly.

Su Ming has been in the middle for almost an hour, this is his true realm, everything about this place cannot escape from Su Ming's grasp, and even any area, only Su Ming's will is needed to reach it, after walking out of the whirlpool of yin and death, he immediately knew everything that happened in the Daochen True Realm during this time.

Without going to disperse these monks from the Rebellion Saint and Dark Morning, Su Ming stood calmly in the void, watching as the twisted formation of the Ninth Peak Mountain Gate was being constantly bombarded.

Cultivation has reached the level of Su Ming, especially with the will of the three true realms, life is just a part of the ups and downs in Su Ming's eyes, there is life and death, and there is death before there is life, this is a law, Su Ming is unwilling to change, and he will not interfere too much.

Whether it is the dark morning or the anti-saint, they once belonged to the Three Desolations, and even now, they still belong to the Three Desolations, but they have just stepped into the first realm from the second realm of the Three Desolations.

For their invasion into the Three Desolations, in Su Ming's feelings, because of the improvement of his life level, because the more he knew, the feeling of being invaded had decreased a lot, all of this was just a plan of the Three Desolations, a plan to finally invade Sang Xiang and completely take it away.

All life is a chess piece, even if some chess pieces think that they have become chess players, but in the bigger situation, they are still chess pieces in the eyes of others.

It's a sadness, but it's also a law.

"If you don't go through wind and rain, how can you grow, how can you grow without going through tempering, how can you be prosperous, and you can't go through ...... Life and death are like a sword without a blade!" Su Ming looked at the Ninth Peak, his expression was calm, he could stop all this from happening, he could make the Ninth Peak not have half of his death, and he could completely contain the catastrophe this time.

But, what is the use of doing this, Su Ming can go and contain the first catastrophe, even if it is the second and third time, but there will be a time after all, and he can't stop it.

It is always difficult for the protected person to grow, and only after letting him experience life and death, wind and rain, and tempering can he give birth to strong courage and strength, and only then can a person hold up a piece of the sky.

Just like his attitude towards the barbarians, Su Ming at this moment, he silently watched everything in front of him happen, giving the ninth peak a test.

This is a war, there will be more wars in the future, if the ninth peak, if the barbarians, they are suitable to exist in the war, suitable to exist in this world of the jungle monks, then they have to go through everything.

If they are not suitable, Su Ming will take action and give them a protection that may have no future and can only exist for the remaining five hundred years, but such protection can only be five hundred years, and after five hundred years, the catastrophe will come, whether Su Ming succeeds or fails, everything may turn into nothingness.

Life, you have to fight for yourself, what others give may not be what they really want, this truth, Su Ming didn't understand before, but now he has understood.

It may hurt, or it must have been a lot of deaths, but ...... This is a necessary process for a life to become a strong man.

The only thing he can do is to make this war fairer, Su Ming can't make the ninth peak, let the cultivation of the barbarian monks existing in it skyrocket in an instant, but he can do it...... Let those who are dark and anti-saints, their cultivation be suppressed, so that their cultivation is on par with the ninth peak.

This point, for Su Ming, is very simple.

Time passed, when the day passed, an earth-shattering roar filled all directions, the roar from the dark morning and the anti-saint hideous, accompanied by the whirlwind in this roar, that roar, was the sound of the collapse of the final formation of the ninth peak arranged by Huzi, at the moment of the collapse of the formation, a large number of dark morning and anti-saint monks, in an instant, were about to follow the gap of the collapse of the formation, and enter the gate of the ninth peak.

Because they had already seen that after the collapse of this formation, in the ninth peak mountain gate, the hundreds of thousands of monks gathered at this moment seemed to be waiting for a solemn formation, and the murderous machine formed by resistance and struggle came monstrously.

At this moment, in this Morning True Realm, Su Ming, who no one was qualified to see, raised his right hand and casually pressed it towards the Dark Morning and the Reverse Saint Cultivator.

Under this pressure, the entire Daochen True Realm shook violently, this vibration was silent, but it formed an indescribable strong coercion, this coercion came instantly, making the Daochen True Realm seem to be several times heavier in an instant, so that all the monks who rebelled against the Holy and Dark Morning were all at this moment, their hearts shook violently, their footsteps stopped directly, and their expressions showed shock.

Every monk's body seemed to have several times more weight in an instant, making them feel heavy all over, and even had a feeling that their internal cultivation was jerky, as if at this moment, the entire Dao Chen True Realm was all pressed on them.

And after the formation collapsed, the hundreds of thousands of monks from the Ninth Peak, these people were also shocked all over, their expressions showed horror, and they all stopped rushing out.

With the horror of the dark morning and the anti-saint monk, the bodies of the nine white-robed faceless people trembled violently, faintly as if there was a roar echoing in their bodies, as if they were resisting.

In the distance, the ten black-robed people around Emperor Yan Pei Chenhuang all changed their expressions in an instant, and under the contraction of their eyes, they revealed a monstrous essence, and Emperor Yan Pei Chenhuang raised his wine glass, and was about to taste the action, but at this moment, his head slowly raised, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of hideousness.

"Which fellow Daoist has come down to disrupt the will of this true realm, and you ...... What kind of dragon heart and phoenix gall have you eaten, dare to confront my dark Chen camp, dare to provoke this emperor!" Yan Pei Chenhuang's voice was calm, and the entire starry sky vibrated strongly in the whirlwind, so that the coercion that came around him even loosened, his left hand was still holding the wine glass, and his right hand was on the white bones on the side, and the green glow was revealed in his eyes, sweeping the entire sky, but he couldn't find the slightest ...... Vestige!