On the edge of the dark sea, before Long Ao could finish telling him about the invasion of demons from the other world, an overwhelming group of demons emerged behind the two of them.

They had long pointed ears, handsome faces, and immaculate white skin, except for a pair of black wings that vibrated and flew in the sky behind them, and each of them carried a white bow and arrow, and these were only the vanguard of the demons in the air.

There were also two distinct groups of demon troops on the ground behind them, one was a burly and tall half-orc, the upper half of the body was a human and the lower half of the body was a beast, each of them held heavy weapons, long knives, heavy swords, maces, sky-opening axes, and so on. The other wave was even more terrifying, their faces were hideous, their bodies were pitch black, and they had three heads and six arms, and they were about the size of orcs, and all kinds of weapons were wielding and whirring.

"Xiaoyao, it's the demons, their big army is chasing after them, the demons are coming, don't care about me, you run away......" Long Ao, who had just woken up and was still very weak, saw countless demons, he was frightened and angry, and suddenly there was no sound.

Zhang Xiaoyao slapped a big pit on the shore of the secluded sea with one palm, picked up Long Ao's body heavily, put it in the big pit, filled it with soil and stones, and raised a dirt bag. He took out another stone tablet from the space, stood next to it, bowed his head and bowed three times to the earthen bag.

I don't know when, a line of big characters has appeared on the stele: "Die first for the family and the country, and the strong man has no regrets about the secluded coast." The Tomb of the Dragon. Zhang Xiaoyaoli. ”

"Brother Long Ao, I will sacrifice the monument for you with the blood of the devil, you can take a good look!"

"Demons? You are destroying my homeland, destroying my rivers and mountains, and trampling on our human dignity! Today, I will let you see who the real demons are!"

Zhang Xiaoyao slowly stood up and shouted: "Eternal decision, my lord is reincarnated!

As soon as Yiyuan Immortal Jun and Emperor Xuantian came to the palace of Emperor Xudu, before they saw Emperor Xudu himself, they saw the corpses of various ethnic groups lying on the ground everywhere.

The two of them were about to find out what was going on, when two extremely powerful figures suddenly flew into the distant sky, one with a human head and a beast body, and the other with sharp ears and handsome ten pairs of black wings floating gracefully.

"Hahahaha, an old Taoist, an old thief, we meet again, should old friends come to catch up with the old days. ”

"Spirit King, Beast God, did you alien race openly come to our Terran territory, do you want to tear up the agreement made 10,000 years ago? Don't forget that your emperor is still sealed in my Terran Burial Immortal Cliff! Who gave you the guts? ”

"Hahahaha, it's really funny, don't be naïve, just because you human race can trap our emperor? Burial Heavenly Cliff? Hehe, it's just a ruin, our emperor has returned, hahahahaha......"

"This is impossible, the Burial Heaven Cliff is guarded by our emperor himself, it is impossible for him to escape, it is impossible!" Emperor Xuantian is the emperor's personal disciple, he knows how powerful his master is, and at this moment, he doesn't believe in the words of the Spirit King and the Beast God.

"Then you have a good look, what is this? The heaven-level peak spirit treasure demon heavenly bell given by my emperor himself, you should have seen its power ten thousand years ago! As for your old friend Yudu old ghost, it is estimated that he has been captured by the demon god with a sky-covering mirror at this moment!"

"Brother Yiyuan, let's go, we must not be trapped by the Demon Sky Ring!" The two who saw the Demon Sky Bell with their own eyes instantly decided to leave here immediately and find the old ghost of Xudu first.

At this moment, the battle on the shore of the sea has stopped, and there is a deathly silence, and the ground is full of trolls with missing heads and arms, and the stumps of half-orcs are all over the ground, and the few winged spirits can no longer see the original handsome appearance.

Zhang Xiaoyao still had a lot of broken weapons inserted in his body, drop by drop of blood flowing, he walked on the blood all over the ground, and never said a word, although a few demons escaped, but this was a cruel and bloody war.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaoyao secretly passed through the mountains and dense forests, and occasionally saw the spring flowers in full bloom, and the peach trees shyly puffed up the buds.

A few hours later, Zhang Xiaoyao came directly to Penglai Immortal Island, the original tall wooden and stone castle had been attacked several big holes, there were still undried blood stains on the ground, pieces of broken animal skin coarse cloth and broken bloody bows and arrows, and the soldiers who originally stood on the city wall and swore to defend their homeland were gone.

Zhang Xiaoyao walked into the island step by step along the broken castle, the flowers and trees all over the mountain were burned beyond recognition by the dense fire smoke, and the lake where Ping'er and he swam by boat had been filled with collapsed houses and mountains, the more Zhang Xiaoyao looked at it, the more heartache he felt, was he really wrong when he broke the big array of Penglai Immortal Island?

He walked all over Penglai Immortal Island, and never found any living people and animals, for a moment Zhang Xiaoyao was angry, he roared, resounding throughout Penglai, his mind was earnest, and a streamer broke through the sky.

At this moment, the people and family members of the Eastern Cultivators Alliance all fled to Kunlun Mountain, but the whole world was plastered with portraits of Zhang Xiaoyao everywhere, and the beautiful name said: "The idea of the gods is free, and those who see the portrait bow down, and if they don't worship, they will die!"

As long as a large number of people bow to Zhang Xiaoyao's portrait, a man in black who looks exactly like Zhang Xiaoyao will appear, and he will bow to the worshippers under the respectful embrace of a large group of demons, and the demons will take the opportunity to trick them into worshipping the lord of the gods in their hearts to live a long life.

But the ferocity of the devil's attack on this world has long been left in people's hearts, as long as they jump out to oppose or disrespect the demon, they will all be besieged by the demon and eaten in public on the first day, and the next day will be directly disappeared. For this reason, no one dares to say half of it in public.

The people of the world say that the gods advocate that it is good to be free, but in their hearts they don't know how many times they have cursed him, and they secretly remember all the wars and disasters brought by the demonic invasion to this world on the head of Zhang Xiaoyao, the portrait of the lord of the gods.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoyao has come to his hometown city, winter goes to spring, it should be a beautiful scene of birds and flowers, but the moment he stepped into this land, he saw that it was cloudy, the sky was dim, and everything was depressed. He saw his portraits posted everywhere, and heard others praise himself, but it was full of different flavors, and there was despair and depression everywhere.

In order to find out the news of the Eastern cultivators, Zhang Xiaoyao put on ordinary clothes, a hat and a mask, and he walked on the street and mixed in the crowd, as if he was as lonely as a passerby.

He walked through the city of despair and hostility, feeling sad in his heart, what had happened to the world, what had happened, and why had all the hostility been directed at him?

Suddenly, the smell of grilled fish wafted to his nose, and Zhang Xiaoyao smelled a familiar smell for a long time, which turned out to be the unique taste of grilled fish made by Ping'er. After so much time, there is finally a familiar warmth in this intimate and unfamiliar city.