North Mang Mountain.
This is a very special mountain.
Not particularly high, nor particularly dangerous.
But because the surrounding geographical environment is very strange.
Beimang mountain is located between Lingfeng sect and Yunv sect.
It is surrounded by a vast plain with a wide view.
Only Beimang mountain stands out.
Ouyang Wuliang chose the battlefield here.
It is also the unique geographical location here.
After all, many people will come to watch this battle.
The surrounding plains have become the best viewing seats.
"Three thousand North Mang Mountain stands alone in the world!"
Looking at this extremely conspicuous Beimang mountain.
Guangling saint and Zhao Fugui''s eyes flashed slightly.
The North Mangshan Mountain is three kilometers high.
Although it''s nothing compared with the real peak.
But because it is surrounded by plains.
Beimang mountain is very tall against the background.
As early as when the Wu soul hall issued the hunting order.
Zhao Fugui and Guangling Saint intend to go to save each other.
It''s just the battle of the golden fight.
Let them stop.
After the new year, the Ouyang family came the news of the war.
Shocked them again.
Finally, they decided to come here to watch the war.
"Regardless of the outcome of this war, it will leave an amazing mark in history!"
Zhao Fugui held a sword gourd and took a sip from time to time.
His face was drunk and hazy, but his eyes were especially clear.
His pride and pleasure grew stronger and stronger.
Has been able to give birth to a weak fast wind.
Today, although it is the realm of tianwu territory, it has its own majestic atmosphere.
"I hope the master can win!"
There was a touch of worry in the beautiful eyes of Guangling saint.
She was worried that if Xiao Changfeng died, the Tao seed in her body would explode.
But the danger of this war.
It is no weaker than the hunting order of the Wulin hall.
Therefore, the worry in her heart is even more serious.
I have to keep praying in my heart.
And now.
Near Beimang mountain.
In addition to Guangling saint and Zhao Fugui.
And a large group of people.
These people gathered around Beimang mountain and occupied various positions.
Some came from nearby, some came from far away.
Each breath is as powerful as the abyss and the sea.
There is not even a warrior lower than tianwu.
There are as many imperial martial arts as dogs, and imperial martial arts walk all over the ground.
He is the strong one in the realm of power.
It can be seen everywhere.
There is still one day before the eighth day of March.
But in fact, it was long after the Ouyang family made an agreement on the battlefield.
Countless people flocked to fill the place.
Shua!
A long rainbow roared.
Pull out a long air wave in the sky.
It''s huge and undisguised.
"Saint!"
The saint of Guangling was surprised and looked up quickly.
With the flying of this rainbow.
There is a power of saints coming.
The pressure made the surrounding air become dignified.
In the rainbow.
An old man with crane hair and young face appeared.
The old man is tall and burly.
Wearing a fire red robe, he stood with his hands down.
A national face is not angry.
It''s Tang Yueming!
"It''s the leader of the northern Tang clan!"
Tang Yueming, as the leader of the northern Tang sect, was naturally named the epicenter soil.
At this time, many people recognized it and screamed out.
"It''s said that King Dan once killed a hundred poison sage and had a grudge with the northern Tang zongsu. I''m afraid the Tang clan leader came here to see the fate of King Dan!"
The gratitude and resentment between Xiao Changfeng and the northern Tang clan are well known in China.
At this time, many people guessed that Tang Yueming was coming.
But Tang Yueming did not explain.
He stood high above the crowd, holding his hands and waiting for the battle to open.
With the strength of his sage realm and the identity of the patriarch of the northern Tang Dynasty.
Above the crowd, naturally no one dares to say anything more.
Time passed slowly.
More and more people are coming.
There are already more than 30000 people.
But there are still a steady stream of people coming.
Whoosh!
A large dark shadow roared in.
The huge movement attracted people''s attention again.
"Yunvzong!"
Someone screamed out and recognized the man.
I saw a forest of white shadows and beautiful shadows.
It is the person of the jade daughter sect.
Among them, the first is Wang Shuxian.
And beside her, in addition to the sword mother-in-law and the flower mother-in-law.
There are only the virgin of Linlang, Fu Xiaowan and Fu Xiong.
"The second saint!"
Zhao Fugui''s pupil shrinks when he sees Wang Shuxian.
The war has not yet begun.
But two saints have come.
Such a lineup is extremely rare.
Hoo!
After Wang Shuxian and others.
Two figures appeared again.
"Isn''t that elder Li and green feather parrot of Lingfeng sect?"
Someone recognized the person and immediately screamed out.
Only two figures appeared at this time.
One person is Li Jinde of lingfengzong.
The other is the green feather parrot of the sparrow tongue saint.
"The patriarch is still guarding the Holy Son of Qingming and can''t get away for the time being. However, the king of Dan is kind to me. This time, he asked the parrot to come with me. If there is an accident, the parrot can also help him!"
Li Jinde shoulders against the green feather parrot and sweeps his eyes.
I saw Tang Yueming, Wang Shuxian and others.
He can ignore others.
But the strong man in the sage realm made his eyes dignified.
Boom!
Suddenly there was thunder.
Through the sky.
Let many people cover their ears in pain, as if the sky were rolling.
meanwhile.
A figure cut through the sky faster than lightning.
Coming out of Beimang mountain.
"It''s the Lei Yun saint of Wu soul hall!"
Someone screamed out with frightened eyes.
It was the saint Lei Yun who was wearing a black and red robe.
But Saint Lei Yun looked pale and seemed a little weak.
At the beginning, Saint Lei Yun was seriously injured by iron saint.
Although you can heal your wounds with holy medicine when you go back.
But four months later, it has not fully recovered.
It can be seen how terrible the strength of iron saint is.
"Boy, this time I''ll see how you lose!"
Thunder and hate are intertwined in the eyes of Lei Yun sage.
He came this time to see Xiao Changfeng die with his own eyes.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Saint Lei Yun turned his head and looked behind him, frowning slightly.
Not just Lei Yun.
Others are also looking somewhere.
Outside Beimang mountain, the sky is like a blue mirror.
And from the mirror.
Two figures came out of thin air.
Not teleportation, not other abilities.
As if he really came out of it.
Hiss!
Seeing these two people, everyone took a breath.
They are Tang Yueming, Wang Shuxian and other saints.
They can''t help but shrink their pupils and look dignified.
"Heavenly sage!"
Lei Yun''s sage''s eyes are cold.
Those who come are heaven''s Secret saints and Tao 3000.
So far.
Five saints came.
Tang Yueming of the northern Tang clan.
Wang Shuxian of the jade girl sect.
The green feather parrot of Lingfeng sect.
Lei Yun, saint of Wu soul hall.
The saint of Tianji sect.
As for other forces, although there are no saints and strong ones coming.
But they also sent fighters from the great energy realm or the imperial martial realm to watch the war.
Such a lineup can be called luxury.
And this is just a watching lineup.
The real belligerents have not yet arrived.
……
On the eighth day of March, in the early morning.
There are warships everywhere.
The Ouyang family is here!