Sanctuary, 100,000 mountains, Doutian Palace.

A male lion appeared above the Doutian Palace out of thin air at this time, its majestic body covered the entire huge Doutian Palace, its head was wide and round, its blazing eyes shot a sharp and majestic light, and its four thick and solid legs were like pillars supporting the sky, and its huge head stood upright, looking at the churning demon clouds.

"Is this going on?Where did this lion come from?" In the Doutian Palace, countless people looked up at this majestic lion, and they all showed questions, although they were supreme masters, they couldn't explain such a situation at this time.

"This lion is completely condensed from the battle intent, but whose battle intent will be so strong?" The old people all had such a question in their minds, this war intent was so strong, it actually condensed into a lion.

"I felt a familiar and sacred aura. A white-bearded old man had a puzzled look in his eyes, and the aura emanating from this lion was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Huh?" the other old men all looked at the man to see what he could say.

However, at this time, an unexpected situation happened, and a trace of white and sacred energy came from all directions, blending into the somewhat illusory body of the male lion, and the illusory lion slowly transformed under the addition of white energy.

Originally, the lion was white and somewhat transparent, but with the addition of energy, the white color slowly formed a pale yellow, and as the energy continued to pour in, the yellow color became deeper.

"This is the power of faith, how is it possible? this is impossible," one of the old men said, shaking his head, obviously the situation was beyond their imagination, and the power of faith was automatically swirling.

"In ancient books, there seems to be such a record: the war lord can automatically absorb the power of faith, and there is no need to use any means, isn't it?" said one of the old men with excitement in his eyes.

"But this shouldn't be possible, the war lord is the war lord, but this is condensed with the battle spirit, there is no independent consciousness, there is no life, this power of faith cannot choose it independently, there must be something strange in it" One of the old men retorted, he didn't think that this was their war lord, this did not have any consciousness, if the war lord was this, it was really unpassable

"What's going on, this power of faith is looking for the Lord for no reason. At this time, a somewhat ethereal voice appeared, and it could be judged from the voice that he was also confused about this situation.

"Whew!"

Another old man appeared, in the hands of this old man, holding a quick gossip nameplate, his eyes were shining, like stars in the sky, shining from time to time, gray clothes, snow-white long hair, giving people a fairy wind bones.

"Prophet Ancestor!" all the old men present bowed down and shouted at the old man, respecting the old man very much.

The old man waved his hand to the others, his eyes fixed on the lion above, sometimes puzzled, sometimes thinking, he wanted to see whose battle intent this lion had condensed.

"No, all the fighting intent is blocking my deduction, how can this be the case, how is it possible?" the old prophet muttered, and some white hands kept rummaging the nameplate in his hand.

The power of endless faith was like a great flood digging faster, faster and faster, and finally the lion completely turned into a golden light, divine and dazzling.

"Phew!!"

The male lion opened his eyes as big as a lantern, and two golden rays of light broke through the air, shooting directly into the sky.

However, this terrifying demonic qi retreated when the two golden rays arrived, and the golden light drilled two huge voids on the screen tent of the demonic qi curtain sky, and the sun's rays penetrated through these two voids, like two shining eyes.

"Roar!"

The lion roared wildly, but no sound came out, only circles of arcane ripples popped out

Shengyao's ripples slowly spread into the void, and they grew bigger and bigger, and more and more, and the ripples bounced towards the black screen of the demon power

Something unexpected happened, the invincible heavenly demon atmosphere was like a mouse meeting a cat at this time, slowly retreating, and the speed was getting faster and faster, slowly the sky appeared a faint halo, and the Canglan Continent also changed from pitch black to dim, like an exhaustive dusk.

When the last trace of the heavenly demon atmosphere retreated, the sky suddenly opened again, and the sun was shining, as if they had never experienced this sudden accident, but people would never forget this cold day.

Doutian Palace, several old men were speechless, looking at the clear blue sky, not knowing what to say, and the lion seemed to have completed its mission, slowly dissipating into the void, as if it had never appeared.

"Doutian Pavilion is strictly guarded, don't let me in with a trace of strange breath, you guys abide by the law for me" The prophet said in a loud voice, and the entire Doutian Pavilion shook.

"Yes!"

The sound of neat answers resounded in the 100,000 mountains, and everyone in the Doutian Pavilion participated in it, even the old men were serious, but there was a look of worry in their eyes, others might not know what the old man was going to do, but they did.

Divination, the prophet old man wants to divination, and it may be a fateful hexagram, but they know that the prophet ancestor decided the matter, no one can persuade it, and there is no sign of what is happening now, from the appearance of the prophet ancestor just now, he should have calculated, but there is no gain, plus the fate of the human race, then even if it is against the way of heaven, it must be counted as this hexagram.

At the far end of the universe, two huge figures stand here, tall and make people look up and feel that it is not enough, as if their heads have touched the sky, they are two people, one old and one young, the dark clothes are like endless black, some pale faces, blood-red eyes look very demonic, like a blood-stained lake, a look can make people fall into it.

"Old Ancestor, this should be the human war lord has appeared, right? It's already a battle body," the young man asked the old man beside him.

The old man looked at the Canglan planet with some gloom, "Yes, this is the war lord, the god on the Canglan Continent, remnant, you have to come on, the battle body at this time has not yet grown, besides, tens of thousands of years ago, countless demon ancestors sealed the battle body, and the current battle body has not been unsealed, this is the opportunity of our demon race, as long as the battle body cannot grow, then the human race is over!"

"Well, Ancestor, I'll do my best!" the demonic demon boy affirmed, and then the two of them disappeared into the endless air.

In the Canglan Continent, the human race was jubilant, and the light came to lead, replacing the cold pitch black, and of course, the smell of blood was indispensable.

In the Fighting Pavilion, a soul seed is entering the teleportation array