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These words represented the indomitable spirit of the Meng xiaotian!

With that, he shouted out the thoughts that had existed in the Meng xiaotian for all eternity!

With that sentence, the murderous aura of the Dream Paradise burst forth!

The blood of the four people present boiled from Meng xiaotian's words!

The flying boat moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a day passed.

In the evening … A magnificent city appeared before his eyes.

"We've finally arrived!" Shen Yingying let out a sigh of relief.

"This is Iron-Blood City?" Meng xiaotian asked.

"Yes, the first gate of the Eastern Battlefield of Irondeath City. All of the sect cultivators are stationed here to fight against the main force of the Wilderness!" Shen Ying Ying said.

"Oh …" Meng xiaotian squinted as he glanced at the sky in the distance.

There was a gathering of dark clouds that covered the sky.

That was where the high-level cultivators of the Wilderness were. They were all Nascent Soul stage cultivators!

It could be said that the power in this place was practically the location of the battlefield in the Wilderness.

This was because the Soul Formation cultivators on both sides were on the same level, and when they use their own power, the battle between Nascent Souls would determine the victor.

The Meng xiaotian could roughly guess what the Dongji higher-ups were thinking. If Soul Formation cultivators were to barge in, the Nascent Soul cultivators of both sides would die faster. It would be better to use Nascent Soul cultivators like this to decide the outcome.

At the end, the Spirit Severing cultivator would come out and fight again.

This way, there would also be an unknown number of Soul Formation cultivators in the Wilderness. As a result, the outcome of the battle was unknown, and neither side was confident that they could obtain victory in this battle, so a stalemate occurred.

In the blink of an eye, the flying boat had reached the city!

"Who are you!" A voice came from far away in the majestic city, and travelled all the way to Meng xiaotian's ears.

"The cultivators of the Dongji Sect have successfully killed five hundred golden cores in the southern battlefield. They are here to assist in the battle!" The Meng xiaotian's voice similarly traveled far away and reached the ears of one of the Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the city.

Swish!

A bright light flashed, and the middle-aged Nascent Soul stage cultivator grabbed it to take a closer look.

As he flipped it over, the words' Meng xiaotian 'materialized in midair. The middle-aged cultivator laughed, and the name of the Meng xiaotian, in the last year, could be said to be known by everyone. Its fighting strength could be said to be comparable to a deity, and it could be said to be a heaven's pride level expert.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, thank you for your hard work. Please come in!" The middle aged Nascent Soul stage cultivator personally left and came to stand in front of the Meng xiaotian in mid air and said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, you're being too courteous. Could I trouble you to arrange for a disciple of the Eastern Ji Sect to join us?" Meng xiaotian cupped his fists and smiled as he said.

"Good!" Fellow Daoists, please go ahead. We can arrange it later! " No wonder the Meng xiaotian is so famous, not only is his cultivation level high, his fighting strength is high, even his character is high, such a person, is not a member of our Great Luo Sect!

The middle-aged cultivator muttered to himself, but he still walked alongside the Meng xiaotian, and reached a large courtyard.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, for you to be able to help us this time, we are truly adding wings to a tiger!" The middle-aged cultivator sighed emotionally.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you're too kind!" The Meng xiaotian waved his hand. This middle-aged man's name was Chen Liufeng, and although he looked middle-aged, he was very handsome and was also at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He could be said to be a powerful person in the Far East, because there were too few Soul Formation cultivators.

"I wonder how the war is going?" What he was most concerned about right now was the situation on the battlefield, and the proportion of casualties. Currently, the sects in the Eastern Extreme Realm were not on the same side as him, and Meng xiaotian also understood that where there were people, there would be conflicts, but in the Wilderness, there were no internal conflicts …

"Although the war has already begun, every day is just a small fight between the two sides. There's no major friction at all!" "Now, the Wilderness is also unwilling to fight. After all, our strength cannot be underestimated, and we have no way to fight either. We can only wait for the other battles to end and let them fight. Only then will we have a chance to breathe!"2

Meng xiaotian sat on the chair and nodded slightly on the surface, but he was still worried in his heart. Although the Barbarian Desolate Land was surrounded by people from the Eastern Ji Region, it was not a place where there were many treasures and resources. It was only because they had trained for many years and there were very few disputes within, that they were able to maintain a high level of cultivation.

In the Far East, the battle force of a Spirit Severing cultivator was at the peak, but the battle force was very little. For example, there were only a few hundred Aurous Core cultivators in the Eastern Ji Sect. Compared to the other sects, these cultivators were many, but compared to the battle force of the entire Wilderness, they were like a drop in the bucket!

"Now that the southern battlefield has been pacified, we can only wait until the northern and western battlefields finish. Then, we can gather all the way to the final battle!" The Meng xiaotian threw out his own point of view.

"Mm …" "Dao Friend Meng is right. All of you seniors of the Soul Formation stage are thinking the same thing. This is because we haven't participated in the battle yet, so our strength hasn't been fully displayed yet …" Chen Liufeng said.

"Yes, war is always about small scale battles. Countless small scale battles will form a battle, several battles will form a battle, many battles will form a battle, many battles will combine to form a war!" "This is a war that we absolutely cannot lose. The barbarians have coveted my eastern region for a long time, so the wolves' ambitions can be destroyed, but now that the barbarians have confidence, they have the ability to compete with us. In this battle, we must go all out, hurt the barbarians, and destroy their bloodlines.

Meng xiaotian's words were like a gush of wisdom, deafening everyone who heard them!

Yes, in this war, regardless of right or wrong, what was important was to beat these damned invaders back, or even destroy their bloodline, so that they would never have the chance to invade again!

This time, the Meng xiaotian was truly furious. Extinguishing the bloodline of the Wilderness, including the bloodlines of the Wilderness' commoners, had caused the wild to burn endlessly, and spring winds to rise again …

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