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The soldiers and altars in these distant regions have marched for many days and will finally arrive.
"If Tai Cang had come a few days earlier, according to the elite level of Tai Cang's army, maybe he could really win."
The Saintess of the Beigong eclipsed the world, and there seemed to be some pity on her face, which seemed to contain some kind of wonderful rules.
She hoped that Tai Cang would win.
Not only because Zhang Jiao and the others saved her life.
It is also because only when Tai Cang wins and destroys Zhaolan Kingdom, the Beigong Monster Clan can be protected from the attacks of many God Altar kings.
The survival of Beigong actually lies in the battle of Tai Cang!
She thought for a while, turned around silently, and looked at Bei Gonghai.
"The demon lord and several princes are watching this battlefield... They are also calling for me to come back..."
"However, if we go back like this, then even if Tai Cang wins, we can only keep our Northern Palace alive for a while. When the army of the dead country invades, the Northern Palace will still perish!"
The Beigong Saint Goddess gradually showed determination: "Then I will bet my life to help Tai Cang at this time. If Tai Cang fails, then needless to say, Beigong will perish sooner or later. If Tai Cang is lucky Victory, based on the benevolent statement of King Taichu, perhaps the Beigong can be protected by King Taichu from the invasion of the kingdom of death!"
"And...Tai Cang saved my life just now, so I naturally have to repay."
At this point in her thoughts, the altar stood horizontally behind her, her body flickered, and she stood firmly on the side of the Taicang Xuanji Treasure Ship.
Yuan Shuangxie and Zhaolan Wang Tanlan saw the movements of the Beigong Saintess, and the murderous intent in their eyes stabbed at the Beigong Saintess.
The Saintess of Beigong looked firm.
Unmoved.
At this moment, a god king with an elephant trunk on his face suddenly flicked his elephant trunk, turned into an Optimus Prime, and whipped towards the direction of the Beigong Saintess.
"Bei Gonghai, who is so mere, dares to fight against Tai Cang?"
His eyes were full of murderous intent.
This elephant trunk seems to have a magical racial talent.
It was obviously as huge as a sky pillar, but it was as fast as lightning, and it came to the North Palace Saintess in the blink of an eye.
"King Xiangxiang wants to scare chickens to scare monkeys. His Tianzhu supernatural power contains strange rules and mighty power, and it can only be used once in a hundred years!"
"Bai Qi, Zhang Jiao, and Chao Long Bo are powerful, and they are very close to each other. If they attack them secretly, they may capsize in the gutter. The Saintess of Beigong is a powerful altar. Killing her can also greatly weaken this place. Great combat power!"
"King Elephant King has extraordinary combat prowess and ranks second here. He looks rough, but he is as careful as a hair. He is a hero!"
All the gods realized King Qingxiang's intentions, and their spiritual consciousness flowed, and they all praised King Qingxiang for his wise choice.
And the elephant-trunk Tianzhu approached the North Palace Saintess in the blink of an eye, and immediately made the North Palace Saintess feel a great threat.
"Elephant Trunk Tianzhu! According to legend, once this type of innate supernatural power is released, there must be a near-sacred altar falling!"
The saintess of Beigong was thinking about it, and she only felt infinite ominousness exploding in her heart.
But her body seemed to be locked, unable to move at all.
"die!"
Qingxiang Wang Senran shouted loudly.
The Heavenly Pillar descended, as if it was about to crush the heaven and the earth.
But Zhang Jiao and the others in the distance seemed indifferent, looking coldly at the place where the Saintess of the North Palace and the Tiantian Pillar descended.
Many altar kings looked at the Beigong saint sarcastically.
"The team was about to die just now! This is the end of Tai Cang standing in the team!"
"It's a pity that this god's face will disappear soon!"
King Zhaolan, who had a feud with the Beigong Yaozu, had a happy smile on his beautiful face.
In an instant.
Her smile froze on her face.
Only in the void.
A divine crane came from the sky.
On the back of Shenhe phantom, there is a throne hanging in the air.
On the golden throne, a young king sat casually.
His black hair was like a waterfall, and his black eyes were as deep as an abyss.
His face is extremely handsome.
Divine light surged all over his body.
The heroic appearance is like a god who has fallen into the world!
The phantom of the divine crane screamed and fluttered its wings.
In the blink of an eye, the god-man made two fingers and made sword fingers.
Swipe lightly!
The Sword of the Divine Crane Hanging Spirit!
Inherited from the ancient crane, it bloomed in Ji Xia's hands with a bright and extremely gorgeous brilliance.
The light covers the sky and the earth.
Let the blood, black mist, golden light, and spiritual color in the world be all darkened.
Instead, it was the color of a divine crane exuding infinite dignity.
That is the color of the crane hanging from the ancient times.
Enough to illuminate the world.
Suppress all evil!
But at this moment, the sword was drawn from the young king's hand.
The elephant-trunk Tianzhu holding up the sky in front of him is "evil"!