At that moment, Wen Yiming thought it was an illusion, the entire sea area was split alive, and his figure plummeted, as if he could see the bottom of the sea when he looked down.

As the shadow of the axe vanished, a large, strong hand grabbed his arm and lifted him into the air.

Thousands of meters away, She Xirong spat blood from his mouth, and carried the unconscious Shu Jianfeng to escape towards the Western Regions at great speed.

"Angry Axe Senior!"

Wen Yiming escaped death, and for the first time, he didn't feel afraid of palpitations, but was shocked by his offensive just now.

The angry axe glanced at Wen Yiming, and said dissatisfiedly: "I heard that now you are the guardian saint of Zu'an, and you are on the same level as us, so you don't have to be commensurate with your predecessors!"

Wen Yiming closed his eyes and was silent, he didn't pay attention to the words of the angry axe, and was once again immersed in the offensive of the angry axe just now.

He knew that the angry axe itself had no blade, strictly speaking, the angry axe itself tended to be an artifact, and he himself was a sharp axe, showing the most realistic attack with his body.

"Hoo ——!"

Wen Yiming spat out the scorching hot water vapor in his mouth, still in shock.

Gap, this is the gap!

An axe splits the sea area and makes the sea water where it passes really boil, how domineering it is.

It is undeniable that Wen Yiming's admiration for the angry axe soared at this moment.

At the same time, he also gave birth to countless realizations, if it weren't for the fact that he had no true yuan and spiritual power, and his injuries were still on the surface of the sea, he really wanted to sit down and feel it immediately.

And at this moment, Huang Jie's face was full of shock, full of fear, and said to the angry axe: "It was so dangerous just now, I haven't understood it yet......"

With a wave of the angry axe, he was still not angry in front of Huang Jie, who was also the guardian of the god of war, glanced at Wen Yiming, who lowered his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's the legendary self world, it's really dangerous!"

Huang Jie, who didn't wait for his jaw to almost dislocate, was surprised, and quickly asked Wen Yiming, "What's going on with the human demon?"

Wen Yiming came back to his senses and said busily: "The demon lord of the demon clan is equivalent to my identity in the Zu'an clan, but he can also make the demon evolve into a higher-level existence than the demon king, that is, the demon venerable, according to my observation, it will take him a while to become a real human demon, and at that time, the place where he passes is the land of demons, and even the trees and weeds will not be spared." ”

"Grandma's bear!"

The angry axe sniffed, burst into a foul mouth, looked into the distance, let go of Wen Yiming, and said, "Take advantage of his illness to kill him, you must get rid of it!"

Seeing that Huang Jie wanted to go with him, he hurriedly said: "Lao Huang, go to the headquarters of Shenyinliu, Ao Wentian is about to die, be sure to let him wait until I come back." ”

"What ???"

Huang Jie and Wen Yiming seemed to be full of true yuan, and jumped up all of a sudden.

There has been no news for hundreds of years, and it suddenly appears, and it is going to fail, what is this?

At this time, the angry axe had already strode far away, and an extremely condensed voice came: "I couldn't find it last time I went to the south, it turned out that he was in the so-called cold stone cave, the ancient cold stone was facing nirvana into sand due to many years of splitting, he didn't know how to get the news that it was the ancient cold stone, and he actually used his own cultivation to protect its non-nirvana, alas... It's still the boy who carried him out, and asked the psychic black about the rest, he knew better. ”

Wen Yiming and Huang Jie were speechless for a long time, what is this called?

"Let's go!"

Huang Jie picked up Wen Yiming's arm and flew towards the ferry port in the Western Regions, and when he came ashore, Lao Wucai hurried over, panting with a relaxed surprise, and said, "It's okay, I'm tired...... What? Proud God of War, oh oh oh, that's it..."

didn't let Lao Wu take a breath, Wen Yiming and Huang Jie asked a few words about the key, and then asked Wen Yiming to rush to the south to help suppress the demonization.

On the sea, Wen Yiming had already contacted Amon, and although the demonized area had not shrunk, it was temporarily contained by them, and as soon as the Thundering Army arrived, it could be suppressed on a large scale and finally eliminated.

This demonized fall of thousands of martial cultivators, not to mention ordinary people, but unfortunately the south is scattered, and Meng Wuregret of the Creation Art Pavilion is also unable to call on the martial arts cultivation world to fight against demons together, as the first sect in the south, the Shuangcheng Sect has no leader, and now it is in the midst of a struggle for power, Wen Yiming was laughed at angrily.

He was so busy that he almost handed over his life, but it was such a group of people who were saved, and he didn't even have time to put the remains of Situ Qianjian in Wanjian Peak, I have to say that it is understandable that the Zu'an clan did not want to be born.

Anyone from this angle will feel chills.

Wen Yiming went to the shore and summoned the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and naturally Huang Jie overtook it with all his strength and flew towards the Light and Dark City.

Wen Yiming is a little confused now, he doesn't want to think about whether the angry axe can succeed in chasing and killing Shu Jianfeng, if the angry axe misses, it is useless to change anyone, it is useless to think about it, and it will add to the trouble.

Secondly, the ancient cold stone turned out to be really split, according to the information that Lao Wu learned, it had been split for hundreds of years, and Ao Wentian in order to prevent the ancient cold stone from finally becoming nirvana, he actually ended up with the body of the guardian god of war.

In the four major areas, there are two less guardian gods of war.

In addition to the unknown demon king, at the moment, Shu Jianfeng, She Xirong, and Long Zhengu, all three of them belong to the demon clan, and they are still absolute demon kings.

Now that Long Zhengu has come out, Long Xiuzhu has naturally inherited the Holy Demon Suit, needless to say that this guy has also been demonized, according to Situ Qianjian's reminder, Long Xiuzhu's future is probably the strongest existence except for Shu Jianfeng.

If the angry axe does not succeed in intercepting Shu Jianfeng, when the anger of the demon clan territory is moistened enough and the seal is broken, plus the demon king in it, what will the heaven-sent continent use to contend with?

Wen Yiming just lay on the deck, his cheeks ached from the strong air current, he knew the future situation very well, he was not optimistic about humans at all, the demon race did not need to evolve a master like the demon king Gang Xuan back then, just from the number of top masters far exceeded that of humans.

Not to mention anything else, let's look at the current situation of human beings being separated, after knowing the message of the coming of the end times, they still don't know how to unite, what to fight?

The Western Regions and Northern Xinjiang are still concentric, and there are ancestors in the Eastern Forest, who are said to be developing in a good trend for the time being, and have controlled the momentum of the sect's outward migration.

The south made him too disappointed, many years ago, the martial cultivators of other domains continued to go to support, until today, the demonization broke out, and under the reinforcement of countless foreign martial cultivators, the local forces were actually indifferent, Wen Yiming couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What's the use of saving it?

His thoughts became more and more chaotic, and Wen Yiming, who did not have a trace of true yuan and spiritual power, actually felt that his internal breath was a little chaotic, so he simply entered the cabin, closed the six senses and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was still in the cabin of the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and when he turned on the concentration aura, he realized that it had stopped above the City of Light and Darkness and was automatically suspended, and the martial cultivators below all raised their heads to show envy.

There was only one young woman on the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and her alchemy robe belonged to the disciple of the Divine Seal Stream.

When he walked out of the cabin, the woman stepped forward to salute excitedly, and her tone was quite excited, "Wen... Writer!"

Seeing Wen Yiming nodded kindly, he was much more relaxed, and hurriedly said, "Senior Huang Jie is in the Shenzhao Tower." ”

Wen Yiming bowed slightly, landed on the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and when he turned around to leave, he suddenly asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Half Moon!"

"Oh!"

Wen Yiming was slightly startled, he had been asleep for half a month, and he didn't know how the situation had changed now.

Of course, what he was most concerned about was whether Shu Jianfeng was successfully intercepted by the angry axe.

(End of chapter)