Genius knows no race or national borders.

It's as if the demon clan has also appeared as a saint and is respected as a divine beast by later generations, not to mention the demon race, a high-level human being with excellent talent?

In the eyes of the world, demons are no different from ferocious beasts, cruel and murderous, and regard all things as mustard. The domineering corrosive energy of the demon race makes most people forget that the elemental power awakened by the demon race itself is also varied.

The Demon Race is a human being born in the dark, and it is born to control the dark element, which causes the Demon Race to awaken several times the number of dual elements compared to the Human Race.

If it weren't for the fact that the first Demon Emperor had researched the Demon Yuan Energy that took shortcuts, the Demon Race would have cultivated ordinarily.

From the perspective of changing the demon race, the first demon emperor who was calculated by Mu Shi to self-destruct his remnant soul was also a stunning genius.

The same genius, there are also the Ice Emperor Hai Hanxi hundreds of years ago, the Medicine Saint Palace, and the demon alchemist who refined the drunken hazy nine-rank heavenly pill.

Drunk and hazy, this dreamy name hides endless killing opportunities.

Nine is one, nine represents infinity and countless possibilities. Therefore, the Nine Grades of Heavenly Pill can become a life of its own.

Drunk and hazy, the genius alchemist laughed wildly, and finally threw himself into Ding, self-transformed into the elixir, and gave birth to an immortal monster.

That monster caused a huge chaos in the demon race, and in the end, the four major commanders led by the Demon Emperor at that time were unable to do anything. It wasn't until the destruction of the monster had threatened the Terrans that the two sides united to bring it back to its original form and suppress it underground. It was the only time that the demons and the human race cooperated amicably, and it also opened a Pandora's box.

The monsters are guarded by demons, and they also discover the magic of drunken haze:

That is to kill invisibly.

It's like now, a wisp of dark incense floats, sending people back to the West in an instant, making people die in haze.

"It's a work of art, don't you think so?" The Demon of Killing lifted a wisp of sweet purple qi beside him, and a flash of infatuation flashed in his eyes.

Compared to him, Qu Chuan's whole body was surging with bright yellow energy, enveloping himself tightly, not allowing a trace of fragrance to break through his defenses. It stands to reason that the real drunken haze is an indiscriminate attack, even the demons are cautious, the demon of killing is only one level higher than Qu Chuan, but he can play as he wants, which is really a bit strange.

Qu Chuan's face was gloomy and dripping from the aura of energy, he really didn't expect that the terrifying ferocity of the demon clan would be revived so quickly. During their investigation and surveillance, the drunken hazy has been drying up, and it will take at least another three hundred years.

Otherwise, if the demons can take it out anytime and anywhere, what else will the human race have to fight with the demons, and the ordinary population alone will be wiped out.

Moreover, as the leader of the organization that monitors and studies the demons, Qu Chuan has a deeper understanding of drunken haze. No matter how strong the previous drunken hazy was, it was absolutely impossible for a martial king to break his arm in an instant to survive, unless it was the true body of the drunken hazy who came here.

But this is impossible, drunk and hazy monster, even the demons themselves are very jealous, once made a fuss, how could they let that monster recover.

Unless Bei Wuming is crazy.

Wait a minute!

A flash of light flashed in Qu Chuan's mind, and his eyes were full of shock as he looked at the Demon of Killing, and the original doubts seemed to have lightened.

Bei Wuming is a madman.

"You unleashed that monster." Although his words had a questioning tone, Qu Chuan's expression was determined.

The Demon of Killing frowned, waved out the purple qi around his fingertips, and said in a cold tone, "Monster? As long as you can use it, it is the power in your own hands. ”

"Bei Wuming is crazy, are you also crazy with him?" Qu Chuan looked at him in disbelief, he didn't expect the Demon of Killing to admit it so simply, and he was a little angry for a while.

The Terrans once helped the demons suppress the drunken haze, and as a result, they brought endless crises to themselves. Originally, according to the plan of the high-level of the two clans, the drunken hazy was suppressed in a special crystal that isolated everything, and after a long time, it exhausted its own energy and naturally died.

But the demon race covets the power of drunkenness and haze, and instead captives it to extract its energy to deal with humans.

It can only be said that there must be a result of all causes, and the human race once gave the law Shi clan a knife behind his back, but he was also turned against the yin by the demon clan, which is really unpleasant.

"How can the master's great plan be understood by you foolish Terrans?" The corners of the Demon of Slaughter's mouth hooked up a disdainful arc, and a fanatical look appeared in his originally cold and bloodthirsty eyes, "The Demon Clan is now at the royal level, which is the best proof!" ”

"Don't worry, although you people are a little older, you won't waste it in vain." The Demon of Killing looked at the crowd forced in the corner by the purple qi, "It will become the best nourishment for the master." ”

Qu Chuan clenched his hands, seeing that the group of people was about to be surrounded by the poisonous mist, but he couldn't even move, the spiritual power of the Demon of Killing had been shrouded in him, as long as he moved, he would give a thunderous attack.

Qu Chuan even understood that the Demon of Killing was deliberate, he just wanted to watch this group of people turn into blood and water, and he couldn't do anything, and he wanted to experience this useless despair for himself.

What to do?

What to do?

Qu Chuan looked at the more than forty Dharma Kings and Martial Kings who were struggling to support the enchantment, and it was really hard to imagine whether he would collapse after these mainstays all died tragically under his own eyes.

Suddenly, Qu Chuan saw Mu Shi huddled in the middle, her face was still calm, and she looked very eye-catching among the anxious and frightened faces.

Why is she so calm?

Qu Chuan was a little puzzled, and then he trembled, as if he understood something, and chuckled in a low voice.

"You're going crazy before they're dead?" The Demon of Killing frowned slightly, sneering coldly.

Qu Chuan turned his head and looked at the Demon of Killing again, his expression had returned to his usual lightness, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "No, I am the road of laughter." ”

"Ha, at this time, you can still be so optimistic." The Demon of Killing was a little surprised, he really admired Qu Chuan's mental ability.

Qu Chuan curled his lips slightly, "We'll wait and see." After that, he sat down directly in the void and calmly looked at the crowd in the distance.

The eyebrows under the Demon Killer's mask furrowed slightly, and there was some uneasiness in his heart. But this uneasiness was quickly thrown out by him, and he believed in the power of his master.

Just as the Demon of Killing is monitoring this Qu Chuan and can't make a move, Qu Chuan is also suppressing the Demon of Killing and can't go over to make up for the knife. All the two can do at the moment is to stand here and watch the play.

Obviously, the victory of his own side is certain, but for some reason, the Demon of Killing feels that something is wrong.

Although these people looked anxious or frightened, they did not show despair, which was different from the situation of the Rishi clan at that time!

Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven is hiding in these people?

The Demon of Slaughter couldn't help but have the same thought, but was quickly rejected by himself. Emperor Tianming should be restrained by his master at this moment, let alone say it, he probably doesn't know what happened here.

The Demon of Slaughter comforted himself and calmed down to continue watching.

I saw that the crumbling colored energy cover had dimmed under the continuous erosion of the drunken haze. Manpower is limited, but these poisonous fogs seem to be endless.

After direct and head-on contact, these bigwigs knew about this vicious horror, and each wave of erosion directly polished the enchantment created by more than forty king-level powerhouses. You must know that this is an enchantment that resisted the self-explosion of a martial king!

Time passed minute by minute, and the surrounding energy had already been absorbed and assimilated by the drunken haze, and in this situation of only going in and out, the energy of more than forty king-level people would be exhausted sooner or later.

Although there is no shortage of alchemy masters here, the elixir is also limited.

"I don't understand, what are you expecting?" After watching it for most of the day, it was rare for the Demon of Killing to take the initiative to speak.

Qu Chuan still looked like he couldn't shake the thunder, glanced at the Demon of Killing lightly, and smiled meaningfully, "Demon of Killing, your heart is unstable." ”

"The demons don't have a saying about cultivating the mind." The Demon of Slaughter coldly retorted, and continued to wait patiently after putting aside his doubts. Anyway, he couldn't think of anyone who could save this group of Terrans who had sent Hades' posts.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a month, and the passage of time here is different from the outside world, and the perception has become very blurry.

The dim colored enchantment finally ended its mission, and little by little it was swallowed up by the purple mist.

The Demon of Slaughter's eyes flashed with a gleam, finally couldn't support it anymore?

The Devil's joy lasted only a moment before it was fixed.

Why, those people still did not show despair, but retreated together in an orderly manner and held together as much as possible.

What is it?

The Demon of Slaughter involuntarily clenched his hands and stared at the tightly gathered crowd.

The purple mist slowly stretched towards the crowd that had lost its protective shield like an entrenched viper.

Ten meters, nine meters, six meters, four meters, getting closer!

Just when the outermost people are about to be touched.

"Boom-" An explosion suddenly sounded, and a brilliant pale gold flame rose from the center of the crowd, blooming like a firework, and a beautiful pale gold protective shield fell, enveloping a hundred humans solidly.

The blood-red pupils of the Demon of Slaughter shrank suddenly, revealing a look of disbelief.

"It's ...... Gonghua?! ”

"Gonghua has long been dead." Qu Chuan smiled faintly, "However, doesn't this mean that his inheritance is broken like this?" ”

The Demon of Killing rushed out violently, wanting to take a look, Qu Chuan immediately used teleportation to stop the Demon of Killing, this feeling of turning the tables made Qu Chuan, who had been aggrieved all the way, very comfortable, and smiled with a whim, "What's the matter?" Didn't you say that it was good to listen to fate, and no one cared? ”

The Demon of Killing showed a hint of annoyance, and rolled up a thick poisonous mist with one palm to attack the person who blocked him, "Get out!" ”

"That's not going to work!" Qu Chuan sneered, and greeted him with a palm that also carried the elemental spirit.

"Boom-" The two emperors faced each other again.