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The great battle had begun, and the strong man near the altar seemed to still want to know Zhang Jiao's name.

Suddenly, the golden throne in the distance gradually revealed, and on the throne, the astonishingly imposing Ji Xia sat upright.

Ji Xia casually looked at the strong man with Qi Ling approaching the altar, and said to himself: "This is the altar of Qi Ling who rescued Xuanyun King from the hands of the mysterious strong man?"

He raised his eyelids lightly, and said to Zhang Jiao: "Behead him!"

Zhang Jiao turned into a shadow, and a faint voice came: "Follow orders."

Chapter 488 The Undercurrent Appears

Ji Xia ordered calmly, without any fear on his face.

Following Ji Xia's words, Zhang Jiao also turned into shadows.

Suddenly, a book of the Secretary of Peace appeared in the void. It was ancient and mysterious, and it made people feel respectful.

And in the mountain stream, the strong men of the Lingfu who were facing the Taicang Silver Guard all groaned coldly in their hearts.

"Behead the minister living in the tomb? Crazy!"

"Master Ju Tomb is a powerhouse on the altar. Among the three mountains and hundreds of regions, he is one of the most powerful. In the early days, Ji Xia dared to utter wild words and wanted to kill Ju Tomb!"

"Master Jumu has been on the altar for many years, Ji Xia is just a mere sage, I'm afraid he is judging his superiors by his own combat power!"

Their thoughts changed sharply, and Qi Ling Shangchen's tomb finally responded.

A divine altar was suspended behind him, and spiritual energy flowed out of it so majesticly.

In the void, Zhang Jiao's secretary of peace also flipped at this moment.

From the Taiping Book, shadows emerged one after another, turning into a strange texture, and above the texture, there were many terrifying monsters emerging.

These evildoers melted in an instant and turned into flowing black water.

Zhang Jiao's figure appeared out of nowhere, pointing at the altar in the tomb!

The black water immediately turned into a huge grimace.

This gigantic grimace may be hundreds of feet long, covering the sky and the sun, with a bloody mouth full of fangs.

A grimace appeared, and all the monks present felt a chilly aura pervading the world, making them shudder.

"The powerhouse on the altar..."

Ju tomb muttered to himself, his body suddenly changed, turned into an equally huge three-eyed crow, and the huge altar merged into his third eye.

This is his spirit body.

The body of a three-eyed spirit crow like King Xuanyun!

The tomb turned into a three-eyed spirit crow, and a majestic aura burst out from the world immediately, confronting that huge grimace.

The earth began to crack inch by inch.

The void began to twist.

Grimace opened its mouth and bit the Three-Eyed Crow fiercely!

As for Ju Tomb, the third eye lit up with golden light, and the golden light transformed into a form, creating an unparalleled spiritual energy. The spirit energy was attached to Ju Tomb's big claw, and Ju Tomb's big move immediately turned into a size of hundreds of feet, grabbing and biting. Come to the tomb!

The two terrifying powerhouses finally make a move!

The war was about to break out, and more than [-] Qiling soldiers operated the Qiling army formation, and their strength suddenly increased greatly.

Among them, there are also many supernatural powers who turned into various spirits and flocked to the soldiers of Taicang.

The eight thousand Taicang Silver Guards are not afraid, their faces are firm, the four capitals of Yan and Ming are in motion, and the four spirits stand in the air.

The sky is full of spirits, white robes and high crowns, and the eyes reveal the compassion of heaven and man!

The spirit of the land capital, black court clothes, and a cruel official holding a pitch-black wat board!

Everyone is spirited, clothed with strength and sharpness, and his majesty is like a general in hell!

Lingdu is spirited, with blue face and fangs, as fierce as the phantom of an evil ghost!

The spirits of the four capitals appeared, and the aura of the Tai Cang Yinwei skyrocketed, attracting countless spirits.

Ji Qianqing was dressed in a dark red armor, holding the Xuan long sword in her hand, and raised it high. The [-] Raging Flame Army was running a large flame formation, and the spear in her hand was ablaze.

Chujiao, Ronglu, and Mengyan also merged into the formation, and the power of the spirit formation was added to his body, and their strength suddenly increased!

A phalanx of [-] people spread out neatly in the mountain stream without the hilltops on both sides.

The two armies did not meet!

But magic has arrived!

The battle has already started in full swing.

The strong Qilinglingfu saw the might of Taicang's soldiers.

Without thinking too much, one after another Lingfu is above the void.

They sacrificed treasures one by one, used their powerful magical powers, and blasted at the Flame Army of the Great Cang, intending to suppress the Flame Army with their absolute strength!

"Mojiao shocked the spirit array!" Ziju, a strong Qingran tribe in the distance, shouted in a deep voice!

A dragon cry resounded through the void.

In the distance, the Jingxiao Army operated a great supernatural power of archery, and connected it with a battle spirit array. The arrow lights of thousands of spirits gathered together, and the figure of a black dragon appeared unexpectedly.

Mo Jiao flew to meet those magical powers of the Lingfu.

When the two collided, many spiritual powers disappeared immediately.

The rest of the Lingfu was about to attack again when a big river meandered in, and there stood three powerful men from the Taicang Lingfu in the river.

Que Le, Ji Lin, Wen Ye.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from their bodies.

And in the void, Qi Ling actually had a strong man who had just entered the Lingfu, with no breath, blood pouring from his neck, and fell to the ground.

Yin Ding slowly appeared not far away, holding a jade-made upper black dagger in his hand.

The four Taicang Lingfu greeted more than a dozen monks from the Qiling Lingfu, but their faces were always calm and fearless.