After staying in the Feiyun Emperor Capital for half a month.

Long Jiuyang saw that the situation in the Feiyun region was becoming more and more stable.

He decided to leave this place and return to the Purple Moon Imperial Capital.

Now that the Purple Moon Emperor's capital is busy expanding, how can he, as the pope of the future empire, be away for a long time?

The state religion, as a part of the empire, the status of the pope is second only to the emperor, even if it is an imperial prince, when he sees the pope, he has to salute.

The esteem of its status can be imagined.

It's not that Long Jiuyang is greedy for power.

For a super strong person like him, the power of the secular world is just a passing moment.

As long as his strength is the highest person in the empire, even if he is the empress's guard, these princes and generals will not dare to be respected in front of him.

After all, this hegemonic continent is a world where strength is respected.

Equally.

If Long Jiuyang didn't have the strength to deter the Cang Domain, even if he really dominated the Cang Domain, he would just be an overlord who did not live up to his name and had no name.

"General Dai, the three prefectures of Feiyun will entrust you, and when the empire is established in the coming year, there will be civil ministers to manage the ...... of these prefectures."

Long Jiuyang looked at Dai Yulong, who had dark circles under his eyes, and said softly.

"Well, on the way to cultivation, you have to combine work and rest, and General Dai shouldn't be too eager......"

Knowing that Dai Yulong had been practicing without sleep and food these days, Long Jiuyang said with concern.

"Yes, General Long, the inferior general will definitely protect this northern frontier!"

Dai Yulong looked at Long Jiuyang and said categorically.

Even last time, in the face of the incomparably powerful Chen Guyan, he never surrendered and begged for mercy, even if he suffered life and death every day, he never bowed his head.

It can be said that he is more determined than anyone else when it comes to loyalty to the Purple Moon Empire.

"I believe in you!"

Gently patting him on the shoulder, Long Jiuyang stepped away in Dai Yulong's moving gaze.

Behind Dai Yulong, more than a dozen generals looked at Dai Yulong with envy.

Only General Dai can be so favored by Long Jiuyang!

Leaving the Feiyun Region, Long Jiuyang did not return directly to the Purple Moon Imperial Capital, and on the way back, he still wanted to try his luck and see if he could meet Chen Guyan and his party who fled for their lives.

These seven people, staying in the Cangyu, will be a scourge sooner or later, if they can be killed in one fell swoop, then of course it is the best.

Long Jiuyang, who was flying at low altitude all the way, secretly unfolded a powerful divine soul when he passed through which cities.

As long as Chen Guyan and the others used their mysterious power, he could easily sense it.

After all, at this time, there are not many martial artists in the Cangyu who can reach the realm of turning into truth.

Obviously, Long Jiuyang was disappointed, and when he flew away from the land of flying clouds, he didn't feel the breath of Chen Guyan and the others.

However, he made a strange discovery.

It's just some remote towns, and they all have a red statue.

In front of those statues, there were countless devout believers kneeling, as if they were praying, a strange fluctuation that fluctuated in the body of the crimson black statue.

When Long Jiuyang saw the face of this statue clearly, he suddenly became angry.

This statue turned out to be the Demon Lord of the Demon Race who appeared in the Star Luo Imperial Capital, looking at the sky.

Looking at the worshippers who were praying, a red light occasionally flashed on their bodies, and the believer would leave the black golem excitedly.

Long Jiuyang could see at a glance that there was an extra divine thought in the divine soul of this believer, and the divine thought was emitted by the golem.

When Long Jiuyang's gaze fell on the crimson black golem.

The golem with a fierce expression pulled his lips lightly, and there was a hint of mockery in his red eyes.

It seems to be saying to Long Jiuyang, you can't do anything about me!

Looking at the golem as if it was alive, Long Jiuyang's eyes gradually became cold.

This demon lord of the demon race actually hid in the shadows to develop the demon sect, trying to make more people in the Cangyu Terran fall into the demon path.

If this is the case, Long Jiuyang can imagine that even if the Cangyu domain is unified in the future, it will become full of killing and evil.

"Hmph, Demon Lord, you wait for me!"

Looking at the golem with a realistic expression, Long Jiuyang's handsome face was cold.

The Demon Lord hides in the shadows, and it becomes more and more difficult to kill him.

It seems that the only way to do this is to destroy the golems first.

The divine thought was running, and Long Jiuyang, who was standing in the air, stretched out his index finger.

A golden light turned into a beam of light, and quickly shot towards the golem.

Just when the golden light was less than a meter away from the golem, a blood-colored light mask suddenly appeared.

"Boom-"

Two powerful forces collided together in an instant.

At this time, the nearly 1,000 city-citizens kneeling in front of the golem all looked at the sky with frightened expressions.

When they saw Long Jiuyang flying in the air, they, the followers of the Demon Sect, all showed anger.

It is blasphemy that anyone would dare to destroy the idol of the Lord of their faith.

For these foolish mortals, the golem that bestowed them great power was the god of their faith.

But they didn't know that the power they gained was only the beginning of their fall into the devil's path.

Once their cultivation reaches a certain height, they will lose their minds and become killing machines that only know how to pursue power.

"Quick, Protector!"

"Kill the Blasphemer ......"

The angry Blood God cultist shouted angrily.

The cultists, who were furious, seemed to have forgotten that the strong people who could fly in the air were not something they could fight against.

At this time, Long Jiuyang, who was in the air at a height of 100 meters, looked at the golem emitting a red light mask, and the expression on his face was cold to the bone.

For those cultists who bent their bows and shot arrows, Long Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a trace of pity.

These poor fools, unbeknownst to them, have chosen a desperate path from which there is no turning back.

Regardless of whether Long Jiuyang killed them today or not, they were already dying.

For the Demon Lord, human life is not much different from that of ants.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the power of Long Jiuyang's fingertips increased tenfold again.

Even if Immortal Wangtian was once a generation of demon lords, and now he is only injured and is an injured Innate Realm Martial Emperor, just relying on the power of faith accumulated in these days, it is still too far behind to face Long Jiuyang's attack.

"Boom—"

The red light mask cracked open, and the red-black golem instantly turned into powder under the powerful Xuan power.

A drop of crimson demon blood instantly flew into the distance, as if it had consciousness, and quickly flew away from this square.

However, how could Long Jiuyang let it go.

Grasp the right hand.

A powerful imprisoning force instantly made the blood droplets that flew away quickly fly back upside down.

Long Jiuyang looked at the drop of demon blood in his palm, black and white flashed in his eyes, through the crimson demon blood, Long Jiuyang could easily perceive the weak consciousness contained in the demon blood.

"Extinguish!"

Long Jiuyang let out a low groan, and the demon blood in his palm seemed to let out a silent cry of pain, and a black smoke slowly floated up from the demon blood.

"Roar—"

There was a dragon groan from the body, and the faint magic power contained in the crimson demon blood was instantly absorbed by the Chaos Ancestral Dragon.

Although this power is scarce, mosquito legs are also meat!

In the Overlord Continent, which does not have high-level abilities, this trace of magic power is also very precious.

At this moment, the arrows of those demon cultists also shot out.

It's a pity that the cultivation of these foolish people is very weak, and they don't have any good bows and arrows, and when their arrows come to Long Jiuyang's feet, the power contained in them is already very, very small.

With such strength, let alone killing Long Jiuyang, it is impossible to injure Long Jiuyang.

......

(End of chapter)