"King Yuling, the general of the Imperial City, Bai Tian, was killed in battle, the Giant Wing Battalion was completely annihilated, and the demons have entered Feng'an City!"

"King Yuling, 100,000 spirits have been martyred, and the Great Commander, General Mei Yu'er, is fighting alone in the imperial city to resist the ghosts of the underworld entering the Spirit Mountain!"

......

Bad news kept coming, and the old spirit king was heartbroken.

If they continue to hesitate, the Spirit Race will really be doomed, if they can't save the souls of these spirits who died in battle, they will become slaves of the Demon and Netherworld, and the old Spirit King is the sinner of the Spirit Race.

There are also 100,000 living spirits, after the demons and monsters of the two realms of the demon and the underworld captured Feng'an City, they also became slaves of the dead country.

Waiting for their end, there is only suicide.

After committing suicide, their souls will not be able to reincarnate, and they will be enslaved by the demons and the underworld.

Without the reincarnation flywheel, the only way now is to take the souls of the martyrs and the living spirits to enter the underground palace quickly.

The underground palace of the underground palace is located three thousand meters below the spirit mountain, and there is a wide spiritual pool in the underground palace, which is covered with the spells of the ancient spirit country mages.

As long as the soul of the spirit clan hides under the spirit pool, once the demons and monsters get close, they will naturally disappear.

It's just that once the spirit clan enters the spirit pool, it will take at least a thousand years to find someone who is destined to break the seal, and the spirit people can be reincarnated and reborn and return to their homeland.

Homeland?

After this catastrophe launched by the Demon and Netherworld, will the Spirit Race still have a home?

The Old Spirit King gritted his teeth and began to give his final orders.

"The left and right prime ministers and archmages listened to the order, and quickly took 100,000 undead and 100,000 spirits to the underground palace Lingtan!"

"Yes!"

Mei Ling, Yuan Ling and Lu Ling hurriedly received the order, and the three of them relaxed a little: the Spirit King finally agreed to enter the underground palace!

So, Lu Ling, the only one other than the Spirit King, who knew the way to enter the underground palace, hurriedly ran to the Spirit King, bowed down and said, "My king, please!"

Unexpectedly, the old spirit king stood still, and issued another order to Lu Jue: "Archmage, you quickly summon the 100,000 undead who died in battle, and take the surviving spirits to enter the underground palace and enter the spirit pool to avoid ......."

The surviving 100,000 spirits, after the destruction of the Giant Wing Battalion in Baitian, are already all soldiers, and are fighting against demons and monsters outside the imperial city and in the palace together with the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

When the incense was half-baked, thousands of spirits died in the sea of fire of the three-headed vulture.

Without waiting for Lu Ling to be confused, the old spirit king continued: "This king is still here to wait for the prince to return!"

"Huh?"

Lu Ling was stunned again in an instant: "Spirit King, you take everyone to go first, wait for the prince's task, and hand it over to this mage." ”

Lu Ling was right, the task of waiting for the prince should indeed be given to him.

Although he has no martial arts, he has high mana, has 10,000 years of cultivation, and has practiced the Dafa of "breaking the cocoon into a butterfly", and can transform his physical body into intangibles at any time, his soul is ethereal, and even dies and is reborn......

The demons and monsters of the two worlds have no way to take him.

It couldn't have been better to keep him.

Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly is a unique method of the spirit clan, and to practice this method, you must go through seventy-seven and forty-nine years of tempering and endure unimaginable calamities for ordinary people.

Except for the archmage Lu Ling, the prince Mi Li, the left protector Bai Xiaolang, and the Praetorian Guard commander Mei Yu'er, no one in the entire spirit clan can cultivate.

And those three people have not yet cultivated to the realm of perfection.

The old spirit king shuddered wildly, and his face was full of anger: "Why, even the archmage has to disobey the order of this king?" In another tea time, Cloud Ridge will completely fall, and then my 100,000 ethereal undead will become slaves of the demon race and the underworld......

Ya Shu is not wrong, in the cloud and mist ridge with a radius of eight thousand miles, only this spiritual mountain behind Feng'an City is currently the last position of the spirit clan, and this piece of spiritual mountain, because it is the junction of Dongyue Peak and the spirit clan, the demon and the underworld are afraid.

The reason why the demons of the demon clan and the ghosts of the underworld dare not approach for the time being is because Mei Yu'er is desperately resisting in the palace, and second, because the spiritual mountain is filled with the yang energy of human beings.

The yang energy floating from the world is the nemesis of these demons and monsters.

I didn't know that with a distance of 30,000 miles, the yang energy in the world could actually float over Dongyue Peak, which gave the spirit clan the last chance to breathe.

At this time, a hundred three-headed fire vultures were already hovering over Feng'an City, and pillars of fire erupted down, and the palace of the Spirit Clan fell into a sea of fire and gradually collapsed.

A scream came, and many spirits died.

In the ethereal hall of Feng'an City, Mei Yu'er led 3,000 Praetorian Guards to resist to the death.

This is the place where the Spirit King went to court, and it is also the last line of defense for Feng'an City.

Behind the Ethereal Hall is the last remaining position of the Spirit Clan: Spirit Mountain.

"Haha...... I didn't expect that the spirit clan still has such a beautiful little fairy, as long as you agree to follow my demon, I promise not to suck your Yuan Ling, not to destroy your body, so that you can continue to maintain eternal perfection and be my demon concubine!"

Luo Xiaosha, who has lived in seclusion in the netherworld for a long time, saw Mei Yu'er, who was as beautiful as a fairy, thought that it was a fairy descending to the spirit world, and thought that it was a special ~ thing that God rewarded him.

Mei Yu'er danced with a dragon sword in the dark, and her body was clumsy like a gorilla, but Luo Xiaosha, who had a frog's head, didn't dare to approach for a while.

"Shameless old monster, haven't you rinsed your mouth for five thousand years, why do you talk so stinky?!"

Luo Xiaosha cracked the frog's big mouth, and said with a smirk: "Hehe...... It's not more than 5,000 years, but this demon hasn't rinsed or bathed for 20,000 years, and he's waiting for the little fairy's Fang Ze to clean the king's body......"

Luo Xiaosha is really brazen.

Mei Yu'er, who killed hundreds of demons and monsters with a dragon sword, was covered in blood at the moment, and his eyes were full of bloody anger, knowing that wasting words with this demon would be a humiliation.

So he rushed directly with his sword to kill.

The Dragon Yin Sword has tens of thousands of years of spirituality and has the power to open mountains and split stones. If this sword goes down, it will inevitably cut Luo Xiaosha into a "thousand joint insects." ”

"Haha, the little fairy is very temperamental, this king likes it!"

Luo Xiaosha laughed wildly, and with a wave of his rugged arm, which was as rough as a lotus root, there were fifty or sixty more demons and monsters out of thin air, and they all threw them at Mei Yu'er.

The dragon's sword slashed, and the ghosts all turned into dark green shards.

Unexpectedly, the ghost's blood was poisonous, sticky to the blade, and the dragon sword lost its power.

"Beauty, let's go with this king, and when this king occupies Lingshan, I will crown you as the cloud demon queen......"

Luo Xiaosha said, shaking his fat and clumsy body, waving his arms covered with toad pimples, and approached Mei Yu'er.

"Grand Commander, retreat quickly!"

With a shout, three hundred Praetorian Guards rushed into the Ethereal Hall.

"Long live the Spirit Country, the Spirit Race is immortal!"

The three hundred Praetorian Guards shouted slogans loudly, and without waiting for Luo Xiaosha to react, they suddenly turned into a phantom.

In an instant, the three hundred Praetorian Guards condensed into a huge meat~ group, firmly sticking to Luo Xiaosha, and instantly submerging it.

The voice was still shouting, "The Great Commander hurry up and protect the Spirit King!"

"Long live the Spirit Country, the Spirit Race is immortal!"

As far as the eye could see, there was only a ball of flesh wriggling in the ethereal hall.

The meat ball was made by the sacrifice of the three hundred Praetorian Guards, and the one who struggled inside was Luo Xiaosha, who was trapped.

Mei Yu'er was sad and indignant, and burst into tears.

Three hundred warriors sacrificed themselves to save her.

"Long live the Spirit Country!

Mei Yu'er burst into tears, and was about to turn around and throw out of the ethereal hall, but suddenly a string of terrifying laughter came from behind her.