It's just that most of the things like Zhujingguan like to do are what the demon clan likes to do.

Humans and demons are slightly less.

Especially the human race, which is already weak among the hundred races in the ten thousand worlds, and the Zhujing Temple is even more provocative, so it is rarely done.

But for Jingguan, everyone still knows.

So when they heard this, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned, and then their hearts trembled slightly at the same time.

But Mo Fengwu spoke, and no one dared to refute.

It's just nearly 8,000 captives, and it's not a brisk thing to just look at the head. Fortunately, there were 100,000 demon troops around, but they could help, so soon, all the 8,000 demon clan captives were beheaded.

Then, together with the demon clan that had been killed before, a total of nearly 50,000 demon clan heads, all of them were transported to the outside of the Lonely Wind Castle together with the border of the demon clan, and then piled up into a view.

The heads of the demon clan covered in blood, one by one, were densely piled up.

Finally, put the head of the Tiger Demon King on top.

After everything was piled up, a Mo family guard commander immediately personally erected a tombstone in front of Jingguan, then turned around and walked quickly to Mo Fengwu, and said respectfully:

"Master, get ready."

Mo Fengwu raised his eyes when he heard this, and in the night, he saw a huge Beijing view with a height of nearly 100 meters, standing in front of him. The blood is terrifying, but at the same time, there is an invisible horror.

Not to mention ordinary people, even those demon soldiers who were standing far behind at this time couldn't help but feel frightened.

This is Jingguan?

It was Mo Fengwu, who just glanced at it, and came to the tombstone, and at this time, Liuyin next to him handed over a brush.

This brush is just ordinary, just slightly larger. But the ink dipped in it is very special, it is made of ink from a special plant that grows in the demon race.

This ink is as thick as black ink during the day, and there is not a trace of variegation; But in the dark, it flickered and fluoresced, which was very special.

At this time, Mo Fengwu didn't even look at it, so he picked up the pen and wrote like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

[Hurt me Mo alone, slaughter a hundred demons. Don't lie, blood is a lesson, although it is far away, it will be punished, and it will not die! 】

Mo Fengwu writes casually and quite straightforwardly.

To put it simply: if you dare to hurt my Mo family, you will let your demon clan fill your life. Don't be so stupid as I beep, just do it, and talk with blood. No matter how far away it is, Lao Tzu will kill you, and he will never die!

And when she wrote this, Mo Fengwu paused slightly, and then wrote directly:

【Standing Viewer, Mo's, Phoenix Dance】

After writing, Mo Fengwu directly threw the brush, and then turned his head and said:

"Leave some people to clean up the battlefield. Rest of you, follow me to Valin! ”

**

Tonight's Wallin City, the wind is loud.

Especially the tens of thousands of troops that suddenly appeared outside the city in the middle of the night, which directly made everyone extremely nervous.

Who are they?

What are they going to do?

The Mo family, right to find the Mo family! But at this time, everyone found out that the Mo family had been besieged for three days, and it was difficult to protect themselves.

That's right, the war hall, isn't there still a war hall?

But then I found that the people in the battle hall were also trembling at this time, and it was useless at all.

Tension and despair instantly enveloped the entire city of Valin.

And in a big mansion at this time, Ruan Lin was like an ant on a hot pot, anxious.

At this time, a guard rushed in, Ruan Lin heard the sound, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he rushed over directly and said urgently:

"Who are they, have you found out? Who the hell is it? ”