"Demon Spirit Giant, Heavenly Immortal Divine Transformation Strength! This seems to be their territory! Mo Yeqing said lightly.

It's just that a few white rays of light suddenly appeared, turning into three slender white lines, which penetrated the bodies of the three giants in an instant.

"Whew!!!!!!"

The three giants let out a heaven-shattering roar, like the roar of a fierce beast that exploded directly from their open blood basin mouths, but in a few moments, clouds of black smoke came out of the mouths of the three giants, and their huge bodies were being burned by the miserable white Nine Turns Divine Fire, these flames were like a white eraser, erasing them little by little.

Such a tragic scene scattered and slaughtered the surrounding demons, and the wandering demons fled in fright, and the sound of wailing suddenly began.

In a matter of moments, the three giants all turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared into the void.

"Will it startle those people in the Demon God Temple?" Ling Yan asked in a low voice.

"Probably not, the Demon Alliance is so chaotic now, and there will be wars between many generals, and there will be no problem with the death of a few demons who have no jurisdiction here!" Mo Yeqing shook his head.

"Really? Do you know where the Dementor camp is? Ling Yan pondered for a while and said.

Mo Yeqing nodded again: "After the dementor general was promoted to the dementor general, the military camp was also moved here, and it seems to be in the direction of the northwest corner of the Demon God Temple, but at this time, the dementor military camp has no leader, and I am afraid it will not be peaceful!" ”

"The generals of the ten directions are still there, it's enough!"

Ling Yan said. If they are here, the Dementor military camp will not be too chaotic, unless the Dementor General is promoted to the Great General, which attracts other unstable existences, or the Spirit Demon Realm sends his subordinates to take over the Dementor Military Camp.

Ling Yan and Mo Yeqing quickly flashed towards the Dementor Military Camp, almost all of them were far away from the Demon God Temple, and passed in a huge circle.

Approaching the Demon God Temple, I didn't see any annoying mad demons, but I just calmly arrived in the direction of the northwest corner.

The Dementor Barracks was made up of gray bones in a huge circle, with countless black-glowing military tents and a dozen huge defense towers.

According to the past, when Ling Yan came over, on the huge barracks playground, there would always be some sergeants trembling with each other, or the army arranging troops with each other to cultivate and cultivate.

But today, in the huge barracks, there was a dead air, and many sergeants were hiding in the tents alone to meditate, relying on the immortal qi provided by the tents to slowly absorb them.

Ling Yan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes couldn't help but sweep to the center of the barracks, the most huge, yurt-like tent...

The closer they got to the barracks, the more dense the souls in the air became, and countless souls seemed to know Ling Yan, revolving around Ling Yan intimately, but unfortunately they didn't dare to step forward, otherwise if they angered Ling Yan, they would definitely not be protected.

"I seem to smell a smell that doesn't fit in here, my lord, your guess is probably right, if it wasn't for the other demon soldiers in the Dementor Army, then someone from the Spirit Demon Realm had sent someone to take over here." Mo Yeqing said.

"Be careful, let's go down first!" Ling Yan whispered, and then dispersed the immortal power, like a feather, and landed lightly outside a military tent far away from the general's tent.

"Who is outside the tent who dares to create a dementor barracks, and doesn't know whether he is alive or dead?"

The moment Ling Yan and Mo Yeqing landed, several dementor soldiers woke up from their meditation, turned into several black shadows, and quickly landed around Ling Yan, wrapping Ling Yan and Mo Yeqing together.

Ling Yan glanced at the sergeants around him, all of whom had familiar faces, and immediately smiled slightly.

"It's like... It's Lord Ling!! "Those sergeants have seen Ling Yan. Naturally, Ling Yan had calculated the people in each tent before landing, because the dementor general had been promoted to a position, and the number of people in the army had greatly increased, Ling Yan was here to inquire about the news, so naturally, he wanted to find acquaintances, so he fell outside the tent of these soldiers who had a relationship.

"It's Lord Ling! It's Lord Ling!! Lord Ling, please be the master of my family's general!! After a moment of contemplation, these big men who were fully armed in armor and whose capes were scattered on their pointed shoulders suddenly knelt in front of Ling Yan one by one, constantly using their heads to hit the ground.

The already dark face seemed to merge with the dark earth.

"What are you doing?" When Ling Yan saw it, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly ran over to help these soldiers up.

"Lord Ling, the dementor general was killed by traitors, and was beaten into the demon god death row by those adults in the Demon God Temple, and his life and death are still unknown, and there are hundreds of thousands of hot-blooded people in my dementor military camp, but I can't avenge my general!! Qu Na!!! ”

A soldier with a long beard with a few bars on his face was prostrate on the ground, wailing and crying.

Although they cried loudly, they couldn't go far in this huge barracks, and perhaps as soon as these unwilling cries came out, they were wiped out in the raging wind in the Dementor barracks.

Ling Yan's face became cold, and he helped all these soldiers up one by one, and said with a cold face: "The dementor general and I are like brothers, he is in trouble, how can I sit idly by??" I want the cause and effect of the matter, the country cannot be without a king for a day, how can there be no generals in the army?? Tell me, who is running the Dementor Barracks now? ”

When a few people heard this, they hurriedly wiped away the tiger tears that were about to overflow from the corners of their eyes with their mud-stained hands, and hugged Ling Yan and Mo Yeqing into their military tents.

A military tent to live 50 people, or they should not be called, but to rest, each soldier only needs a small place to sit, after all, they don't need grains to survive, they don't need to eat, drink and Lazar, what they want is to meditate and practice, breathe in and feel, and then after every big war, return to the military tent and sit cross-legged, digesting the benefits of a day's killing to themselves.

Of course, each sergeant was not very open, and many people set up formations, some buffed and some shielded.

It's just that with the entry of Ling Yan and Mo Yeqing, in this tent that is not very open, more than a dozen pairs of eyes are shooting towards Ling Yan.

"Why are there so few people?? Did they all go on a mission? Ling Yan was slightly surprised when he looked at the empty military tent with only a few people sitting cross-legged or wiping the treasure knife in his hand.

Even, there are many people's formation positions that are dim, as if many people have not opened it.

"They.... They're all dead! The big man who took the lead said in a hoarse voice.