1543 Chapter 1540: The Eight Realms (1/2)

The Battle of the Hundreds was temporarily stopped, and Xiao Dun was also very curious about the Eight Wild Immortals after hearing the words of the Taoists.

The Eight Wastes is the world where all people live today, and the central world, just one continent in the Seventh Waste, is hard to imagine how big the Eight Wastes really are.

And as the Eight Wild Fairies who can defeat the will of Heaven, how strong will they be?

The war stopped, nothing happened, Xiao Dun also invested in cultivation again, and all the great forces of the people returned to their own sects, as if it were back to normal.

But for ordinary warriors, they will think that the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battle of the Battlemen

There is nothing to do, Xiao Dun tried to cultivate, and the day passes by, turning his eyes in January, but the will of Heaven and the will of Heaven came without a word, and the gates of the Immortal Domain did not change at all.

And of course, the ancestors of all races, like the liquor stores, still remain in the central world at this time, in order to guard against the gates of the Immortal Domain, and once the gates of the Immortal Domain have changed, they can also stop them at the outset.

Everything became the same, but just as the central world temporarily calmed down, across the stars, beyond the endless stars, a desolate continent larger than the central world.

At this point, over this continent, you can look at the vast holes, big and small, a continent that is already full of sores, with no signs of life on it.

But just on both ends of the continent, two huge palaces each floating in the sky.

One of the white palaces, which belongs to the Seventh Wilderness, is where the Seventh Wilderness's mighty gather, and just in front of the White Palace, on the other end of the continent, that black palace, not to think, naturally comes from the Eight Wilderness Fairies.

The two halls stand on both ends of the continent, facing each other, and this is the battlefield of the Seventh Waste and Eight Wild Immortals.

In order to enter the seventh wilderness, the Eight Wilderness Fairies must enter from here, because this is the only entrance, the rest of which is a space fault and simply inaccessible.

For tens of millions of years, the Seventh Wilderness Powerful have been here, blocking the Eight Wilderness Fairies from dying, never entering the Seventh Wilderness step.

Tens of millions of years of perseverance, tens of millions of years of war, the two sides have gradually formed a delicate balance, that is, the Seventh Wilderness cannot rid the Eight Wilderness Immortals, and the Eight Wilderness Immortals cannot break through the Seventh Wilderness direction, the two sides are so deadlocked.

But this impasse, this balance, now seems to have a slight crack, which comes from the gates of the fairy domain above the central world.

The Immortal Domain Gate is the result of thousands of years of preparation by the Eight Wild Immortals. It took thousands of years to construct the Immortal Domain Gate. Today, because the Immortal Domain Gate is formed, the equilibrium view is about to be broken.

In the black palace, a martial artist in a black robe walked back and forth, all of whom were members of the Eight Wild Fairies world, each wearing the same black robe, and, to the north of the black robe, embroidered the eight wild words with a gold thread.

Black robes are very windy, and, looking at the members of the Eight Wild Fairies, one seems to be quite free and scattered.