The Blood Demon Sect is behind it. The mountains are stacked and are thousands of miles long.

Looking from a distance, it was like a black ocean, full of fierce aura. If a cultivator with low cultivation came here, he would definitely be shocked by the momentum of the mountains, and then he would feel scared in his heart.

This evil demon sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and no one knows how many masters they have.

There is a powerful evil magic weapon in the entire sect, and it is precisely because of its existence that the sect can continue to inherit it.

The magic weapon has been continuously tempered by many generations, and it is covered with dense runes, and the blood color makes people shudder.

And today, at the gate of the Blood Demon, thousands of demon monks gathered together.

They have decided to go to war with another major sect, Xuanwu Sect. If they can defeat the other side, the entire eastern continent will be their territory.

The Xuanyuan Dynasty in Zhongzhou could not reach here, so their biggest enemy was Xuanwu Sect.

After hearing this news, many people rushed to the eastern continent to witness this historic moment.

In such a chaotic scene, this good thing will definitely be born.

War is absolutely bloody and tragic for ordinary people. But for some monks, it is an amusement park in their hearts.

Only with the emergence of war can they take advantage of the situation and continuously improve their strength.

On the other side of the eastern continent, in the hall of Xuanwu Sect, the senior officials of the entire sect were discussing this matter.

The head of Xuanwu Sect sat in the first place, with his eyes scanning everyone present. The eyes of the others looking at the head were filled with fear.

At this time, there was another person sitting next to the head, and the head was very polite to him.

The others were discussing in a low voice, and the Blood Demon Sect was about to start a war with them, and they were also very nervous.

"Their overall strength is stronger than ours, what should we do?"

"No matter what, we must not escape without fighting. The Eastern Continent is our foundation. Once we leave here, how can we go to another place to stand firm?" Another elder said indignantly.

Seeing the riots below, the head of Xuanwu Sect spoke at this time.

"Quiet!"

After everyone heard his words, they immediately learned to shut up wisely.

After saying that, the head of Xuanwu Sect did something unexpected to everyone.

"I wonder if my senior can take action to help our sect overcome this great disaster." After saying that, he suddenly stood up and bowed to the person next to him, looking very respectful.

When the other elders saw this scene, they were so surprised that they couldn't speak. The head of the sect is the strongest person in the sect. What level is the person who can make him treat such a courteous manner?

I only heard the old man in purple robe nearby smile and then said slowly.

"Don't worry, Master Xuanwu, I just need to get that thing, and you can deal with other things."

After hearing this, the head of the sect sat high in the first place as if he had a reassurance.

"Since the senior agrees to take action, this matter is not a big deal."

The elders below were confused and didn't understand what the head and the old man in purple robe were saying.

However, seeing the head of the sect was confident, they felt a lot more relaxed. If they were asked to fight the people of the Blood Demon Sect to the death, many people would be a little scared.

"Everyone, with the help of our seniors, the Eastern Continent will definitely be in the hands of our Xuanwu Sect!"

"We will start the war today and we must take back all the land that belongs to us!"

The head stood up and said to everyone with excitement.

After saying this, he waved his hand and looked like he cut his throat in the direction of the Blood Demon.

At the same time, all the disciples of Xuanwu Sect began to dispatch.

The Blood Demon Sect just released the news and did not intend to start a war in such a hurry. When they heard that the opponent had already wanted to start a fight, they were a little panicked.

"Sect Master, why did the opponent take the countermeasure so quickly? What should we do?" An elder of the Blood Demon Sect asked his leader.

The head of the Blood Demon Sect took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Since the opponent is so anxious to die, then we will satisfy their wishes."

After saying this, the blood-colored demonic energy present was swept wildly, looking particularly terrifying.

Both sects, led by the head, flew towards the other sect in mid-air.

The originally clear sky also became gloomy, and the wind was howling, as terrifying as a ghost's howling.

No one spoke in the team, they all rushed towards each other with the belief of killing.

Conflicts between sects are equivalent to a dispute over resources. For monks, resources must be fought for.

This matter cannot be distinguished from right or wrong. Everyone wants to inherit his or her Taoist tradition. But the inheritance of the Taoist tradition requires a large amount of resources. Everyone wants to become the king of the Eastern Continent, and it only depends on the outcome of this battle.

The old man in purple robe was with the head of Xuanwu Sect, and the two of them were chatting together, as if they were on vacation.

It took only half a day to meet each other.

The two sides did not take action immediately, but set up camps. If they act rashly, they would only cause their subordinates to die.

For every sect, unnecessary losses must be avoided.

Like a high-level monk, he has to consume a lot of resources. If he is allowed to die in the war like this, even if he defeats the other party, he will win miserably.

Chen Fan also came to the eastern continent after half a month's journey.

To his own surprise, he didn't expect that such a thing happened as soon as he came here.

"The two local snakes have begun to fight a life-and-death battle, which sounds quite interesting." Taotie described it very appropriately.

Chen Fan rolled his eyes. If the monks of the two sects heard that he was described by Taotie like this, they would definitely be shouting that they would be beaten to death.

"You kid can go to the battlefield to take a look and hone your own killing sword intent." Taotie turned to Chen Fan and said.

Chen Fan nodded, he still knew this truth.

The best place to improve the sword intent of killing is naturally the battlefield.
Chapter completed!