Chapter 1246

"The door of war?"

Everyone was attracted.

"Let me see!"

Shi Lei came first.

He is the eldest martial brother of the sect and the eldest martial brother of all disciples. He is simple, honest and reliable. Although he is not the strongest and most outstanding, he is the most convincing.

"I'll go first!"

Shi Lei took Ma Liang's pen and entered the gate of war.

The next moment.

He appeared in a world full of light. Seeing countless futons on the ground, he found one and knelt over it. His magic power disappeared in an instant.

It's like being forcibly evacuated.

"Dizzy!"

Shi Lei patted himself on the head.

Then he fainted.

When Shi Lei woke up again, he found himself standing beside Ye Feng and was stunned.

"Headmaster, martial uncle!"

Shi Lei rubbed his eyes, then looked around and found that it was indeed a continent of ten thousand nationalities.

Due to the existence of strong law suppression, better than his quasi saint, he can't fly at the moment. He can only run and jump on the ground and cast magic powers.

Ethereal sect.

"Look, senior brother!"

"It's really him!"

"How did he go to the wanzu mainland?"

"No!"

"This is the embodiment of the creation of the war gate. His noumenon should still be in the war gate."

"Go in and have a look."

The disciples crossed the gate of war one after another.

A moment later.

Wanzu mainland.

There were dozens of ethereal disciples around Ye Feng, all looking around curiously.

"You're here, too?"

Shi Lei looked at the younger martial brothers and sisters around him.

"Yes!"

"Unexpectedly, our avatars have come to this place. Our ability to cross time and space is too strong."

"Can you sense the noumenon?"

"I can't feel it. It's like the yuan God came out of the body. Then the yuan God occupied an avatar made with his own strength and came to the world of ten thousand nationalities."

"Yes, I can't feel the noumenon."

"When we die, we should be able to go back."

The disciples began to talk.

"Well, indeed."

Ye Feng's voice sounded.

He opened his eyes and ended the first stage of practice.

Now, he has found out how to practice the fourth volume of the time code, and the number of time rules has increased from 1000 to more than 1000.

"Headmaster!"

Shi Lei and others bowed their hands one after another.

"You are now in an incarnation state. You can use all your strength. Enjoy the next battle. It will be unforgettable for you all your life."

Ye Fengdao.

"The next battle?"

Shi Lei and other disciples did not understand.

"Jie Jie!"

Strange laughter came from wanzu holy mountain.

The head of the hunting clan continued to say, "Ye Feng, are these mole ant like people your disciples of the ethereal sect? Quasi saint? Breaking the virtual realm? Shenyuan realm? How weak!"

"Dare you come out?"

Ye Feng sneered.

The head of the hunting clan immediately gnashed his teeth.

A moment later.

The head of the hunting clan smiled sadly:

"Ye Feng!"

"We all have clansmen. With a drop of blood, our clan leader can create a hunting clan army. It's easy to kill your disciples."

"However, do you dare to let your disciples fight with the heads of all our families?"

This is the method of motivating.

The meaning of the hunting clan leader is very clear.

Let the disciples of the ethereal sect fight with the people of all ethnic groups, but the premise is that Ye Feng can't intervene.

"Let the younger generation fight!" Ye Feng said, "don't worry, I won't do it."

"That's what you said!"

The hunting clan chief laughed.

The next moment.

The coffin where he was was was buzzing and trembling.

A drop of blood flew out and landed on the ten thousand nation continent, gradually expanding into a lake.

Among them, bloody figures emerged and turned into thousands of hunting clans with bone spears and covered with lines.

The strongest one, reached the four turn quasi saint.

The weakest ones also break the virtual environment.

"What a strong strength."

"Elder martial brother, there are only dozens of us. It seems that we can't beat each other's thousands."

The disciples looked dignified.

"Who said there were only dozens of people?"

A cold voice sounded.

Shi Lei and the first group of disciples who passed through the war gate immediately followed the sound and saw that on the ground, there were more than 3000 figures out of thin air.

The first man is a woman.

She was dressed in a strong black dress, wearing a black hat, and holding a sharp sword in her left hand. Her temperament was very cold.

"Elder martial sister Moying!"

The disciples were all excited.

"In this case, how can we be absent?"

Huo Yunjie is here, too.

Beside him are ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan.

They are not disciples of the ethereal sect, but in the eyes of the public, they are destined to become the wives of Huo Yunjie, the second senior brother of the iron and steel straight man. They can also be regarded as their own people of the ethereal sect.

"Yes, in this case, we are indispensable."

Long Tianxing is also here.

Beside him stood Qiao Jiaxi.

Originally, Qiao Jiaxi was refining the five soul flowers. Seeing the picture of wanzu mainland, he immediately entered the door of war.

In addition to them, Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yulan, Xia he, Qiu Ju, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Yu, Yan Ruyu, Ji Ziling, Wang Ping'an, Yu Su, Yu Wei and other disciples were all present.

They are at least seven times more than breaking through the virtual environment.

Most of them are heavenly emperors.

Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie, who ranked at the top, have long stepped into the quasi Saint level.

"We can't fall behind!"

Xu Dalei spoke.

Five thousand second generation disciples, including Mu Sisi, LAN die, Ning Xiangxiang, Lei Xiaohu and Liang Wanfen, also arrived.

"Where are the three generations of disciples?"

Han Yonghui appeared with 8000 disciples of the fourth generation, holding up his long sword, his eyes full of war.

Ten thousand disciples of four generations.

But now, some disciples are still practicing outside and have not been able to return to the ethereal sect for the time being. They need follow-up to arrive.

"Four generations of disciples, can't be weak!"

Xia Wenwen, the fourth generation elder martial sister, also came.

Behind her, there are more than 6000 disciples of the fourth generation. The remaining 3000 are practicing outside. They can't come back for the time being. They can only wait for the next batch.

Four generations of disciples.

Zhou Teng, the nine sword God of the nine sword Empire, the little princess of the multicolored Empire, Ke Anqing, the four elephant god Kong Cheng, and Zhang Tianyuan, the heavenly bow holy body, were all there.

"Five generations of disciples, assemble!"

Ding Qingshu in green came over.

As the eldest martial sister of the five generations, she played a good leading role and mobilized her classmates to come at the first time.

Behind her are Wu Shu of the animal training family, Luo Changge, daughter-in-law of the son of the leader of the Hehuan sect, and Xu Qingying.

Go back.

Shan Hanyu is the only remaining Shan Hanyu of the single family in Yuyun City, Tianlan immortal region, and the remaining five generations of disciples.

Chu Tianlan didn't come.

He is a fairyland and will not fight for the time being.

"Roar!"

A loud animal roar sounded.

Brother Pingtou entered the form of Godzilla and crossed the continent of all ethnic groups, followed by a large group of terrifying spirit beasts.

Little white fox, iron clawed dragon eagle, big red fox, dog erha, three fat pigs, four toads, South five melons, changeable animals, little golden squirrel, mountain god monkey, thunder beast baby

Eighty percent of the disciples and spirit beasts came.

They stood beside Ye Feng, some holding their arms, some holding sharp swords, and some clenching their fists. Their powerful momentum rose to the sky at this moment.

"Look!"

"That's the disciple of the ethereal sect!"

"Are they not afraid of being destroyed when they use the power of the whole clan to enter the continent of all ethnic groups?"

Practitioners from all walks of life were stunned when they looked at the light curtain.

In the starry sky.

On the eve of the moon, the sword saint was worried.

"Leader ye even brought the disciples and spirit beasts of the ethereal sect. Aren't you afraid of serious damage?"

A heavenly Saint said in a deep voice.