Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

In the past ten years, the demon army has suffered heavy losses and suffered great losses.

Even though there was a steady stream of monks pouring out from the gates of hell, the number of them continued unabated.

In the Blue Emperor Palace, although the Demon Sect and Taoist monks also suffered a lot of losses, they also gained a lot.

Especially the monks of the Blue Emperor Palace, in the endless battle of hell monks, many monks obtained the corpses and origins of the same origin, and left the battlefield under the cover of their companions.

However, the situation on the side of the Demon Legion was different, even if they killed the monks of the same origin, they would not be able to absorb them, they would be killed directly, or their bodies would be taken back.

In such a situation, Rao is demon legion's endless monks can't afford it.

Of course, in terms of numbers, there are still more monks in the Eighth Flood Desolation, after all, the monks of the Blue Emperor Palace retreated according to Wang Hao's order after getting the same origin.

To put it bluntly, Wang Hao had never taken these demon armies in his eyes, in his eyes, these were just a pedal used to enhance the strength of the Blue Emperor Palace.

He couldn't control who belonged to these people, so he could only select from this situation the monks who had devoured the cognate and caused the origin to be strengthened, and this part of the monks was the foundation for him to enter the rest of the Chaos Flood in the future.

Quack –

On this day, a crisp voice resounded.

Then I saw the gates of hell that stood in mid-air completely open.

At this point, the battle in the arena came to an end.

Immediately afterwards, both sides stopped in tacit understanding, and under the leadership of their respective captains, they returned to both ends.

On the gazebo, Wang Hao and the others froze in their hands, turned their heads to look at the completely opened gate of hell, and said with a flash of light in their eyes: "Is it finally coming!" ”

While speaking, Hongjun and Luo Hu stood up from their seats and said, "Qingdi Daoist, our tea ceremony should also be over!" ”

Hearing this, Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's really time to end." ”

While speaking, Wang Hao waved his hand to put away the island, and when Yuanzhu returned to Zhihai, Wang Hao followed the demon venerable, and the three of Qingyun flew straight towards the area where the Qingdi Palace belonged.

At the same time, Hongjun and Rahu are also going to their respective teams, and the eighth desolate demon king-level powerhouse is about to arrive, and even Satan is likely to come together, which is no longer the level that those monks under their command can compete.

The range of monks of the Blue Emperor Palace.

With the arrival of Wang Hao and the others, Tai Hao and the others and the fifteen-vein monks behind them immediately bowed and saluted: "Meet the Blue Emperor!" ”“

"Meet the Demon Venerable!"

"Meet Lord Qingyun!"

Looking at the scene of the group of immortals bowing their heads, the corners of Wang Hao's mouths all showed smiles.

Thinking of the fear I felt when I was just reborn, and looking at so many false saints and quasi-saints, I couldn't help but feel quite emotional.

After a long time, Wang Hao came back to his senses, waved his hand, and helped the audience up with his mana, and then said: "All the people below the late stage of the pseudo-saint retreat to the Qingdi Palace!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the audience were stunned.

Especially those cultivators below the late stage of the pseudo-saint, they really don't want to leave so quickly.

However, in the face of Wang Hao's order, even if they were still a little unwilling in their hearts, they would not have any disobedience.

The mouth promised: "Yes!" ”

Immediately afterwards, I saw those monks under the late stage of the pseudo-saint turn around and leave in a mighty way.

When the monks in the late stage of the pseudo-saint left, Wang Hao's gaze swept over the audience, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Although a large part of them have gone, there are still thousands of monks above the late stage of the pseudo-saint present, and they can be regarded as the leaders of the high-end combat power among the subordinates of the Blue Emperor Palace so far.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Hao spoke: "Very good, after that, you will follow the orders of the respective pulse kings!" ”

Hearing this, the nearly 1,000 monks above the late stage of the pseudo-saint immediately became, and then they returned to Taihao and the others one after another.

Soon, the fifteen veins, nay, plus the Fallen Angel Legion were sixteen veins of monks gathered behind their respective kings.

And Qingyun also fell from mid-air at this moment, leading the monks of the gods and demons to quietly wait for Wang Hao's order.

In this regard, Wang Hao didn't say anything, turned around with the demon venerable, stared directly at the open hell gate in mid-air, patiently waiting for the gate to open, waiting for the arrival of the eighth desolate demon king-level powerhouse.

On the other hand, Hongjun and Rahu also dismissed the monks under their command under the Pseudo-Saint Later Stage and let them leave.

After the people of their respective camps left, the number of monks standing above the East China Sea was significantly reduced, but the power was even stronger.

Immediately afterwards, Hongjun and Luo Hu led their respective monks to stand beside Wang Hao.

The monks of the three forces gathered, waiting for the movement of the hell gate in mid-air.

As time passed, the gates of hell in mid-air swirled.

Within that huge whirlpool, one figure after another flew out.

Amazingly, these figures were those demon king-level powerhouses in the Eighth Flood Desolation Hell.

After arriving here, those demon king-level powerhouses looked around, and their expressions were not the same: "Haha~ The eighth flood is finally here!" ”

"Very good, this heaven and earth is more abundant than the heavens, and it is very suitable for me to establish a breeding ground here, and constantly deliver combat power to hell."

"Raise your eyebrows, I know you must be here, get out of here for this king, this king will definitely make you worse than dead today."

“……”

Listening to the arrogant laughter in mid-air, Wang Hao and the others were very calm.

The last time they were in the Eighth Flood Wilderness, they did suffer a big sin, but it was also because their cultivation was suppressed by the rules of the Eighth Flood Wilderness, which caused them to be unable to exert their strength.

But now it's different.

Being in the Ninth Flood Desolation, even if the cultivation of these demon king-level powerhouses has not been weakened or suppressed because of the creation sword in Satan's hands, they are no longer in their eyes.

Especially raising his eyebrows, he didn't even look at the few demon king-level powerhouses who were shouting to kill him.

Phew-

The sound of breaking through the air resounded, and Mo Yan's figure came to Wang Hao's side, and said: "Master, I feel that that guy's aura origin is the same as mine, can I kill him to further enhance the origin and even improve my cultivation?" ”

Hearing this, Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction that Mo Yan was pointing.

I saw a very serious demon king-level powerhouse standing in mid-air, at this moment he clasped his hands around his chest, and the whole person stood there with confidence.

Just when Wang Hao was thinking about when he had seen the demon king, a figure with raised eyebrows appeared beside him, and after looking at Mo Yan, he immediately spoke: "Demon Death, this guy is the cultivation of the saint's small perfection, but you want to seize his body but it is a little reluctant. ”

(End of chapter)