Drunk overnight.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next evening.

The monks of the entire Dragon City, either riding against the wind, or driving the flying magic weapon, or controlling the spirit beast, all headed towards the end of the Gang Mountain Range, with a mighty procession of dozens of miles.

Some monks even rushed to the end of the Gang Mountain Range in advance, occupying a place on many peaks, meditating cross-legged, looking forward to blowing a rare magic weapon from the tide of demonic energy.

Some powerful Xiuzhen families are even more entrenched.

The Type Xiuzhen family is united with each other, and groups of three or five occupy a peak.

"Whether you can survive the family tribulation this time, it depends on this time, at such a big cost, I have united the three Xiuzhen families and must give me a magic weapon of more than five grades!"

On the top of a sword peak, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe muttered in his mouth, his eyes looking at the demon peak that was soaring into the sky, full of anticipation.

"Hey, why are you so far away from the Demon Peak at the end, at least three thousand zhang!"

"I'm just you, you don't have any experience at all, what kind of thing is that demonic qi, the monks below the foundation realm can't resist at all, these foundation building families have brought a lot of qi refining realm cultivators, once they step into the three thousand zhang, the demonic qi enters the body, if there are no Yuanying realm monks in their family, the disciple of the qi refining realm will be abolished!"

On another beautiful mountain, an older monk admonished another.

"By the way, uncle, I heard that other monks, as if there are also proud sons of the Holy Land, want to enter the demon court to hunt for treasures, then they will get more treasures!"

The blue-robed monk asked.

"You know a lot, the three holy lands of Beidou, Jiuxiao, and Star Island have all sent disciples here, and among them, there are even holy sons in the holy land, and each of them is supreme!"

The elder monk in a gray robe said.

"Your son's endowment is still okay, when the Beidou Holy Underground accepts disciples for the first time, I can take you to the test, if you pass the test of the Beidou Holy Land and become a disciple of the Holy Land, then the identity of our entire Xiuzhen family will be able to rise!"

The gray-robed elder monk said.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't let you down!"

The blue-robed monk said with a resolute face.

"Uncle Hahaha believes in you!" The gray-robed monk touched the monk's head with a doting look on his face, and laughed heartily.

Right now.

From the distance, six shocking afterimages suddenly flew by, and in an instant, they crossed a distance of thousands of zhang, crossed the major sword peaks, and hovered beyond the thousands of zhang of the demon peak.

These six people instantly attracted the monks from all over the mountain, and most of them were full of envy and reverence.

"That's the Holy Son, the guardian who may inherit the entire Beidou territory in the future, I can meet a few people here, I can brag for the rest of my life!"

The Beidou Holy Land Xiuzhen family was very excited in their hearts.

Lin Xuan's group of six people was one more than yesterday.

The extra one is another disciple of the Beidou Holy Land, not the identity of the Holy Son, dressed in an inconspicuous gray robe, with his hair tied back at will, his personality is slightly withdrawn, he doesn't like to talk, and the whole Rao temperament also exudes a meaning that no one should enter.

Lin Xuan turned his gaze to this person.

Nickname: Ghost Wolf

Race: Terran

Grade: Yuan Infant Realm Ninefold

Lin Xuan felt some emotion in his heart, when the human race was attacked by the demons, demons, and ghosts in the original game, there were many young powerhouses or older generation powerhouses who resounded throughout the human race.

And this ghost wolf is one.

According to the ghost wolf, he inherited the powerful inheritance of a demon clan in the realm outside the territory, although the inheritance was incomplete, but it gave him an advantage in the battle with the demon clan and the demon clan, and in another battle, he killed ten demon powerhouses of the same level in the realm of refining the void by himself, and became famous.

Thus, in the war, he killed the position of the Holy Son of the Beidou Holy Land.

Now these six people Zheng

Yang Wensong, who was still a little arrogant before, also became honest and tried to avoid looking at Lin Xuan.

He came here purely because the Star Island Holy Land wanted to send Murong Haitang, and he also asked to come over.

I thought that I could show myself more by Murong Haitang's side on this trip.

But I didn't expect to meet Lin Xuan with such a hard stubble.

He was not stupid, he didn't choose to continue to shout at Lin Xuan, judging from the illusion that Lin Xuan cast, he completely crushed him, and there was no comparison between the two at all.

Mu Anxiang looked at the sun that was about to set on the horizon in the distance, and on the demon peak thousands of zhang away, from the cracks in the strange rocks, a rich demonic qi also began to emerge, making the entire demon peak begin to be shrouded in a layer of black curtain.

At the time of the transition of light and darkness.

Mu Anxiang took out a palm-sized delicate black token from the storage bag she carried.

"Open!"

Mu Anxiangjiao snorted.

Airplanes!

The token suspended in front of him trembled suddenly, and the formation pattern on the token suddenly lit up.

Rumble.

In front of the token, a fierce vortex of demonic qi suddenly formed, and a demonic light as thick as a bucket in the vortex burst out like a meteor rainbow.

At the junction of light and darkness on the Demon Peak, a thousand-foot spatial rift was torn open.

Whew!

But all the monks within tens of miles heard the sound of the sea washing over their ears.

The next moment.

The rolling tsunami-like waves of demonic qi burst out from the spatial crack.

The obscuring sun swallowed up the only remaining bit of light, and a radius of dozens of miles fell into darkness, and the aura became mottled.

The tsunami of demonic qi slammed into the mountains where the many Xiuzhen families were located.

When it reached the three thousand zhang, the demonic qi was diluted a lot by the diffuse aura, and the height of the demonic qi tsunami gradually increased, and finally leaped over a towering sword peak.

Many monks looked at the vast tsunami of demonic qi and knew that the time they were most looking forward to had come.

At this time, many magic weapons washed out by the tide of demonic qi also fell down in the tide that gradually thinned, and at the beginning, many Xiuzhen families took the magic weapons that fell from the tide on the mountains they occupied

Of course, most people put it away directly after getting the magic weapon.

I don't dare to show off in front of so many people that I have obtained a few magic weapons, but anyone who shows off is definitely sick in the brain.

No one knows how many of the tens of thousands of monks who have arrived are engaged in such a thing as murder and extortion.

Meanwhile.

After Mu Anxiang opened the entrance to the secret realm of the Demon Court, she put away the token.

Immediately, the six people turned into various colors of escape light, went up against the tide of demonic energy, approached the entrance of the secret realm at a rapid speed, and in a few breaths, the figures of the six people entered Qi Zheng

"I really envy these Holy Land disciples, the magic weapon in the secret realm of this Demon Court is definitely dozens of times better than what is washed out of this!"

Although they are envious, they also know that they have a few catties and a few taels, and the tide of demonic energy outside this secret country may not be able to resist, let alone go against the current!