Chapter 2917: Darkness Descends upon the Black Swamp

"Join hands with the Green Emperor?"

In the dim room, a flash of anger flashed across Wang Zun's face, and then he looked at Jiang Xiaofan with some doubt: "Is it... that many people have this idea now?"

"Wang Zun, forgive me for being frank, we have followed the rules set by Senior Yan for 5.3 billion years. The God of Destruction did not regard us as enemies when he appeared, but now it is different. The Ghost Emperor intends to unify the five regions of Xinglan. From his attack on the Xinglan Temple, it is not difficult to see where his ambition lies! If the army of the Rakshasa Sect approaches, Wang Zun, ask yourself, the battle between Aowu and the Ghost Emperor is unpredictable."

"Let's discuss this later."

Wang Zun also knows this truth.

But Yan Se is the emperor of the Xumi Holy Realm, and he knows this very well.

As a subordinate, if you don't obey the emperor's orders.

What will be the fate in the future?

The crime of disobedience should be executed!

Seeing Wang Zun's indecisive attitude towards this matter, Jiang Xiaofan sighed helplessly and did not dwell on this topic.

…

Jiang Xiaofan left the side pavilion and returned to the rooftop. The four demon emperors Wei Houwu, Zhang Yuling, Han Ning and Jiang Chen had already brought their personal demon gods to wait here.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Jiang Chen saw him coming and hurriedly stood up.

The others also looked over.

Facing the eyes of the crowd, Jiang Xiaofan shook his head helplessly.

"Sure enough, it's still like this, then it seems that we can only compete with the Rakshasa Sect." Han Ning sighed helplessly, picked up the hot tea from the table and drank it.

"In fact, isn't this good? It's just right for the Ghost Emperor to recognize that in front of my Xumi Temple, the Rakshasa Sect he leads is simply vulnerable~" Zhang Yuling turned his head and looked at Qi'an.

"Master is right."

Qian responded immediately.

Now in the Xumi Temple, half of them are fighting and half are fighting.

The so-called union is to unite the East Wilderness and seek the help of the Green Emperor.

Jiang Xiaofan is naturally the main unity faction, but he has no other choice now.

"Wang Zun is determined not to break the rules set by Old Yan, so this battle can only rely on ourselves. By the way, where are Wu Zitong and Wu Tian?"

"They went out early in the morning and are leading people to deploy outside the Black Swamp to prevent the Rakshasa Gate army from a surprise attack." Jiang Chen replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaofan smiled calmly: "In fact, there is no need to be so nervous. Even if the Ghost Emperor comes to Beichen, his target will definitely be on the Star Pavilion. We have arranged spiritual spies near the Star Pavilion. Once there is any movement, we will know it at the first time."

"Everything is under the control of the master, and we just follow the order."

Zechuan smiled coldly, he couldn't wait to fight with the Rakshasa Gate.

These strong men in Xumi Temple have been practicing aimlessly for billions of years.

The days of practice are boring.

Such a long time makes them even more boring.

It was rare to have a big battle in front of them, so these people were naturally eager to try. They were already excited before the battle even started.

"I just hope that Bai Chen can evacuate safely and not be caught by Luoshamen..." Jiang Chen held the teacup with both hands, and his beautiful eyes trembled slightly.

Hearing this, Han Ning on the side immediately chuckled disdainfully: "I say, sister Jiang Chen, if you are so worried about Bai Chen, you might as well join Chenyao Sword Sect directly and accompany him to live and die together. Isn't it tragic and heroic~"

"What do you mean!"

Lisa and Lina were immediately furious.

Seeing this, Han Ning's face darkened: "Do you have the right to speak here?"

"Stop arguing! When the war is coming, you still have the mind to argue here, how can you be so shameless! Don't forget that Xumi Holy Realm has been destroyed. Originally, our Holy Realm was praised as the strongest of the four lower realms, but because of the appearance of that man, the entire Xumi Continent was destroyed in an instant! Now the flesh and blood of the Holy Realm are only left with us. No matter what, we must defeat the Ghost Emperor and then find a way to rescue Old Yan!" Zhang Yuling shouted angrily.

"Yes, as long as Old Yan can come out, the Ghost Emperor is not good enough, but can he come out? How to save him? It's easy for you to say something that Aowu can't do." Han Ning said unhappily.

"You...!"

"You all have enough!"

At this time, Wei Houwu, who was sitting aside, suddenly shouted.

Everyone shut up on the spot.

Once, Xumi Continent was destroyed by that man, which was the pain in the hearts of all of them.

But fortunately, that person has lost his memory...

For so many years, Wang Zun has been trying his best to maintain a non-enemy-non-friend relationship with that person, and on the other hand, to break the seal of the Demon Island.

As time goes by, the goals and beliefs of all of them are on the verge of a volcanic eruption after years of wasting time.

"Don't be so nervous, let's go to eat, conserve our energy, and wait for the people from the Rakshasa Sect to come."

Jiang Xiaofan closed his folding fan and stood up.

As if he thought of something, he suddenly looked at Jiang Chen and said, "Sister, give orders to all the elders and disciples in the temple to be divided into teams of 100 people, and then quickly evacuate the temple. Once the Ghost Emperor attacks, the strong men of the Rakshasa Sect will be handed over to us, and the others will be responsible for outflanking and attacking the baggage behind the Rakshasa Sect to minimize casualties."

"Yes!"

Jiang Chen got up and was about to leave when a sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the sky behind him.

"Hurry up and fight! The Rakshasa Sect is coming!"

The hysterical roar suddenly resounded throughout the sky from afar.

Under the dark night sky, the entire Xumi Temple trembled.

"Wu Zitong?!"

Jiang Xiaofan and others raised their eyes and saw a embarrassed figure in the distance, flying towards this side at full speed.

And behind Wu Zitong, countless strong men fell from the top of the sky like a black cloud, and then attacked this side densely.

Unlike the Rakshasa Sect led by Zeus in the past, the enemy army at this time, the front army was in a goose-shaped formation, the central army was in a strange eight-diagram formation, the left wing was in a sky-covering formation, the right wing was in a bird-flying formation, and the side and rear wings were respectively a dragon-flying formation, a cone formation, a wind-raising formation, a cloud-hanging formation, a tiger-wing formation, and a snake-coiling formation!

At the end of the sight, there were also small cloud-hanging formations and ground-cut formations composed of countless square teams!

"Who on earth could deploy the Rakshasa army so well!" Jiang Xiaofan stared at the scene in the distance, his face extremely shocked.

In all these years in Xinglan Continent, he had studied every kind of wonderful formation.

But he never thought that the enemy he would face one day could arrange all the formations and mix them together to form his own style!

Such a genius is unprecedented and shocking!!!