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The Iron War King looked at the white of the fish belly that appeared in the sky, revealing a vicious and vicious look, and the black giant leopard under his crotch that was a foot high roared in the sky, startling the birds and beasts in the forest to flee in all directions.

In the face of the majestic and prosperous dynastic giants, a demon general trembled, did not dare to speak again, and prostrate on the ground waiting for the Iron War King to give orders.

Chirp!

Half an hour later, three arrows shot straight into the sky, and the black light suddenly exploded in the air.

"Well, people are coming, Tie Chuan Ru is waiting here, and he is not allowed to go out of the mountain without the order of this king. ”

Hearing this, more than ten demon generals of the Purple Mansion realm on the left and right prostrate on the ground, and Lang Sheng shouted: "Obey the decree of the Iron War King!"

In the middle of three or five breaths, the figure of the Iron War King disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, leaving tens of thousands of ironclad demon cultivators standing in the deep mountains and old forests, and the quiet atmosphere was enough to scare some timid people to death.

It took two pillars of incense for the Iron War King to return, and his solemn eyes were filled with deep fanaticism, like a volcano about to erupt, and a touch of madness was shining.

"Spread the decree of the king, the army will be drawn out, and two days later it will attack the city of dry bones, and kill them all, leaving no one alive. ”

The Iron Battle King grabbed the reins suddenly, and the flying leopard under his crotch roared, rolling up a pitch-black demon cloud, and the sound instantly spread all over a radius of more than ten miles.

The Iron Armor Demon Cultivators of the Thorn Dynasty all over the mountains roared in unison, marching in unison as the Iron War King's war spear pointed, and everywhere they went, the big and small forces were wiped out, preventing the Qingxia Ancient Sect from learning the news in advance.

At the same time, on a gravel hillside dozens of miles away, six or seven demon clan masters wearing black robes and with dark gold lines on their heads stood side by side, looking at the demon clan army in the distance one by one.

"Great Commander, the army of the Iron War King has been drawn, and the army of the Tatar tribe has also been diverted from 40,000 horses, led by the commander of Modo, and has been dormant in a secret place seven hundred miles outside the city of dry bones.

As for the Magic Valley, because someone accidentally broke in before, the last general has strengthened his vigilance, and if anyone dares to trespass at this moment, he will definitely be called back. ”

Many black-clothed monks stood on either side of a purple-haired middle-aged monk, all of them with a respectful attitude, like a pilgrimage.

"My king has an order, this matter can only be succeeded and not defeated, if you can't take the Dry Bone City, you and others will all go to the Abyss Island to suffer. Hinder our avengers, and kill without mercy. ”

The voice of the mysterious Grand Commander was sonorous like gold and iron, his purple-red eyes scanned around, and many demon masters were silent, not daring to look directly, and the sweat of the bean slid down his cheeks.

Abyss Island is the death place of the Black Demon Realm, and those who are banished there can only suffer and die in it unless they have the supreme cultivation of the Divine Gang Realm.

For the vast majority of demons in the dark demon realm, even if they kill themselves, they don't want to be banished to that ghost place by the clan.

The two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the originally windy and sunny sky outside the Dry Bone City suddenly became cloudy, and white mist diffused from the surrounding mountains and dense forests.

On the city wall dozens of feet high, the monk in charge of the patrol was suddenly startled, and squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

"What's going on, how can there be such a fog? It's noon when the sun is shining. ”

"As for the scouts hundreds of miles outside the city, no one has come to report the abnormal celestial phenomena, so they shouldn't all go to the foot of a mountain to sleep. I'm not afraid of real people getting angry, it's really a bunch of lazy people. ”

"It's a little weird, this fog is inevitably spreading too fast, and even the mountains can't be seen for dozens of breaths. Wait, sky, what the hell is that in the sky?"

An old warrior who had cultivated as a true monarch raised his head, and at a glance, he saw a huge black bird skimming overhead, and the invisible divine thought locked his qi, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of his feet.

An atmosphere of slaughter enveloped the city walls, and those hundred battle monks sensed that something was wrong, and immediately someone grabbed their necks and blew the horn in their hands.

Woo woo ...

The heavy sound of the horn spread, and the originally noisy city suddenly fell silent.

After a few breaths, a chaotic sound sounded, and the monks in the street were in an uproar, and at once they poured into the building with the enchantment.

As for the monks who had just entered the camp to rest, they suddenly got up, put on their respective robes and armor, and looked surprised one by one, this was a trumpet ****** suspected of an enemy attack.

They had just changed their guards, and everything outside the city was very stable, so how could something suddenly happen.

"Could it be that some recruit cubs have blown the horn indiscriminately?" a leader-level warlord had a puzzle in his head.

In the real hall, Wang Zhenren, who was divining, naturally heard this horn, and immediately soared in momentum, jumped to the top of the main hall, and squinted into the distance.

Seeing the clouds emerging in the sky clearly, Wang Zhenren's face was gloomy for a moment, and then changed greatly.

"It's not good, it's a mirage mist, how can a mirage appear near Dry Bone City, shouldn't those creatures lie dormant in the deep mountains and swamps?"

A bad premonition climbed into Wang Zhenren's heart, and with a wave of his robe, he directly escaped thousands of zhang in an instant and climbed onto the city wall in the southwest.

When the hundreds of monks around saw Wang Zhenren coming, they all bowed and saluted, and the original restlessness in their hearts calmed down and their faces relaxed.

In the City of Dry Bones, Wang Zhenren is the sky, and only with the highest combat power of extraterritorial battlefields such as Zhenren can they be fearless.

"Real person, just probing the scout team's life cards, all of them were broken, and they were obviously murdered. ”

A half-step prince stationed on the city wall knelt on one knee to report, his expression stiffened, and the sudden death of dozens of elite scout monks at the same moment made him feel extremely frightened.

Dozens of elite scouts were killed en masse, and even fools knew that this fog was definitely artificial, and the other party must have been

Hearing this, Wang Zhen's mouth exhaled hot air, his long gray hair rose in the wind, and he coldly ordered:

"Passing on the decree of this seat, all the slaves and miscellaneous servants under the Soul Realm in the Dry Bone City have entered the underground enchantment. The monks above the true monarch, guarding the four city walls, found that there was wind and grass, and immediately blew the horn.

As for the elders of the Purple Mansion Realm, each of them showed their magical powers, and paid attention to guarding against enemy attacks from the fog, and if necessary, they could go out of the city to kill the enemy's head, but they were not allowed to step out of the city of dry bones for fifteen miles. ”

The monks around him soon had someone to convey the decree of the real person, and for a moment, the huge city of dry bones fell into a riot.

The population of 130,000 in the Dry Bone City is only about 40,000 monks who meet Wang Zhenren's requirements.

The other 90,000 monks and slaves had to enter the underground palace to take refuge and hide in the many enchantments and formations, so that these weak creatures would not be easily shocked to death by the aftermath of the Great War.