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One million crystals!

These words came out in an extremely calm manner.

But if the things within these words truly appeared within the the Path of Concealment, then it would not only be insanity, it would even cause endless chaos, and the Expert of Celestial King Stage would very likely participate.

All those fights between the Immortal Graveyard and the Buried Ground all those years ago did not come from the battle between these crystals.

Crystal.

Even if it was slow, it was still better than nothing. Therefore, this thing held a supreme status within the entire the Path of Concealment.

Within the Spirit Storage's three thousand divine kingdoms, there were naturally countless crystals as well.

It took up a large portion of the entire the Path of Concealment, so from the moment the three thousand divine nations were divided, Nether Soil and Zen Palace came rushing straight for the crystals.

Great River Country.

This was also a battle that had to be fought over between both sides. This was because even though there were 3000 Divine Kingdoms, their strength wasn't equal. In the past, the more powerful and wealthy a country was, the more crystals they would contain.

As for the Great River Nation, it was truly an existence that had once ranked in the top ten of the three thousand nations.

However, that scene was no longer there. Along with the Nether Soil and the killing spree of the Zen Palace cultivators, the entire place had turned into scorched earth.

Everything was shattered and destroyed. Countless cultivators of the Great River Country had died and were wounded. Even the last bit of resistance had been in vain.

Aside from the chaos of war in the ruins, the only people left here were the Nether Soil and the Zen Palace cultivators who had taken over everything.

The two major forces were not willing to let this go, so they split themselves into two groups, one with Nether Soil and the other with Zen Palace.

For the next few months, the two sides had yet to come to a conclusion on how to divide the resources. After all, neither of them wanted to give up and hoped to get more information.

The Great River Nation was the territory of the Nether Soil.

In the past, the imperial city was already occupied by many cultivators of the Nether Soil, and the one leading them was the Half-step Celestial King. A cultivator that came from a power below the Nether Soil was called the Venerable Lord of Heavenly Saber.

He was already hundreds of thousands of years old and looked like an old man.

With his qualifications and means, he couldn't even enter the Nether Soil, but it didn't stop him from claiming that he was the king and the only god.

When they were dividing up the forces, this guy came here and led his disciples to take over everything here.

In the past, all of the resources, crystals, beauties, and cultivation techniques of the Great River Country had fallen into the hands of this Venerable Heavenly Saber.

This splendid and golden capital was also left behind. It became one of the few things that would not be destroyed, and was used as a treat for Venerable Sky Blade.

In the main hall in the center, over a hundred women were kneeling. All of them looked pretty good. Their clothes were untidy as they trembled on the ground, awaiting the call of Venerable Lord Saber.

Inside the inner hall, Venerable Heavenly Saber hugged his arms left and right, looking at the numerous women in his arms with satisfaction.

Compared to people, people had to die.

Not everyone was like Meng Fan and the others. Even though they held a high position, they still had a pure heart and knew what their obsession was.

Furthermore, the vast majority of people in this world would use the small amount of power in their hands to shine. Venerable Lord Saber was evidently such a person.

It was impossible to avoid the vulgarity. The moment he set foot in the Great River Country, he had turned the entire place into a disaster. He had completely thrown away the dignity of a cultivator, and had wantonly abused everything here.

Reaching out to touch the beauty in his embrace, Venerable Sky Blade slowly woke up from his warm state of mind and wine. He opened his eyes and coldly spat out a sentence towards the outside of the hall.

"Men, send my orders over. Send someone to capture five hundred women from the Great River Country. Remember to promise me that …" Every single one of them was beautiful, otherwise, jie jie … "Waiting for the old me to crush all of you!"

As the sound of his voice faded, it became incomparably cold!

A trace of a satisfied smile appeared on Venerable Lord Saber's face. He was enjoying this feeling very much. A peerless Emperor that no one could surpass.

Although his cultivation was still considered good, but if it was in the past, he definitely wouldn't be able to act so wantonly in the Great River Country.

However, because of the decline of the Spirit Storage, all of this had become a reality. No matter what he did here, no one would stop him.

Strangely enough, there was no fawning or response coming from outside of the hall like in the past few months. There was only tranquility, a deathly stillness!

"What, are all of you dead?"

In a split-second, Venerable Lord Saber was enraged. He stood up and threw the beauties at his sides to the side. His gaze was filled with boundless fury as he looked outside.

It was clear that he needed absolute authority here. Anyone who dared to disobey him would inevitably be met with the coldest form of annihilation.

Before this, the fact that millions of Great River States had dared to rebel against him was the best proof. In an instant, his spiritual will swept through the entire hall, filling it with an incomparably terrifying majesty.

The beauties in the inner and outer hall nearly fainted as they prostrated themselves on the ground. At the next moment, Venerable Lord Skyblade was slightly startled, because all he could see was … A corpse.

Now that he had arranged for this hall to have over ten thousand cultivators outside for him to move, it wasn't a problem for him to gather a motley crowd with his influence.

Thus, he was so angry that no one answered him, saying that they were all dead, but at this moment, it was indeed as he said, all the cultivators outside … All dead!

Their heads were separated and blood spilled all over the ground!

Looking at this scene, Venerable Heavenly Saber rubbed his eyes and looked again. When he was finally sure that he had not made a mistake, his mind could not help but tremble violently.

Although he did not deliberately investigate, this was, after all, at the level of Half-step Celestial King. However, before this, there was not the slightest bit of noise from the outside world, and already so many people had died.

The shock brought upon by this was not small. He found it hard to believe. Who could have done this?

After a short moment, he discovered that there were two auras among this pile of people filled with bloodstains. They were there, one old and one young, standing in the midst of endless fresh blood.

A trace of pity actually surfaced on that youth's face. However, it was not directed at the surrounding cultivators. Instead, he slowly sighed.

It's just that I never thought that after the people from the Nether Soil and Zen Palace came in, this entire place would turn out like this. As expected, between life and death, this place is filled with the suffering of the common people! "

A few faint words spread through the surroundings.

It was as if they were conversing idly within the endless blood. The old man on the side coldly snorted and said.

"All living beings are like that, even you and I can't check and balance. The strong preys on the weak, while the fittest survive. Meng Fan, your training time is actually still short, if millions of years had really passed, then I'm afraid you wouldn't be sighing so emotionally!"

Meng Fan!

Without a doubt, this old man and young man were Meng Fan and Taoist Taishang who had left the Myriad Domain to come to the the Path of Concealment. Before this, Taoist Taishang had come to work with Meng Fan, and now that Meng Fan had appeared, their plans were naturally … It went without saying!

Meng Fan shook his head and said calmly,

"Maybe!"

"Who are you people … Why are we here! "

In the distance, Venerable Lord Saber roared loudly. No matter how greedy and useless he was, he had only managed to react at this moment. The one who created this sea of blood and corpses was precisely this young and old man before him.

Even though this young man was compassionate before, his lightning strikes seemed to be extremely fierce. It seemed like the heads of the tens of thousands of cultivators had been cut off just a moment ago. What kind of method was this? He didn't even notice it at all!

"Speak!" Let me warn you, this old man is the envoy of the Nether Soil! "2

"You guys should know about the Nether Soil, right? What kind of existence is that?! If you see this old man, kneel down!"

Venerable Lord Saber's face distorted as he forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and roared.

Towards this, Meng Fan only calmly raised his head. He didn't even look at him as he stretched out a finger and said calmly.

"Die!"

As the words left his mouth, blood began to flow!

With a loud bang, the body of the Venerable Lord Saber, who had been standing at the pinnacle of the Great River Country and feared nothing, exploded in an instant. He did not even have the chance to react before he was completely shattered.

Meng Fan's compassion was aimed at the common people, at the bottom of this group of people whose fates were being controlled by others.

As for his lightning, it was aimed at this group of people who did not even know what restraint was.

In the blink of an eye, Half-step Celestial King died.

"Since a storm of blood is about to be set off in the the Path of Concealment, then from here... "Let's begin!"

As these few words fell, the entire imperial city was blasted apart. Flames soared into the sky and filled the entire space.

Meng Fan and Taoist Taishang's figures also disappeared and reappeared at the next location on the border between the Nether Soil and the Zen Palace. In less than a day.

The entire three thousand nations of the Spirit Storage were in complete chaos. Different from before, it was the Nether Soil.

And today, the two forces, Nether Soil and Zen Palace, had clashed against each other for some unknown reason. In many countries, a large number of their cultivators had died.

Originally, the two sides did not like each other. However, they were restraining themselves. Every day, dozens of countries would engage in confrontation, massacres, and other similar problems.

It had finally allowed this hidden danger to erupt. A large number of cultivators from the Nether Soil and Zen Palace had a great battle within these 3000 Divine Kingdoms. In just a single day, countless people had died!

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