Although the last Demon Dao War has come to an end with a complete victory in the Qiankun Gate, the Qiankun Gate has also paid a heavy price for this, and the disciples under the door are dead and injured, and they can no longer withstand a large degree of war, so at this time, under the order of the head of Shangguan, the Qiankun Gate directly closed the mountain for 50 years and recuperated.

In this regard, the monks of Qiankun Sect didn't say much, the cruel law of the jungle made them understand that only strength is the eternal truth, and they cheered in their hearts one by one and cultivated silently. Even Zhang Yuchen, Xiao Lulu, Xiao Nuomi, and other three people who joined the Qiankun Sect unusually joined the cultivation army.

After experiencing a few days of newlywed Yan'er, such as glue and lacquer, Qingqing and me, Tianci and Bai Susu also returned to the right path and began to cultivate, the two sat opposite each other, their hearts were upward, and their hands began to draw a graceful and mysterious trajectory. Slowly, like an old monk, his eyes closed, like a rock, motionless.

While everyone was practicing, Kun Shao was practicing a group of little demons in the Heavenly Demon Gate, and his life was free. He also came back halfway, but when he saw the closed mountain gate of the Qiankun Gate, he shook his head, so he gave up and had to continue to go back to practice his little demon army.

In the twentieth year of the closure of the Qiankun Gate, the Demon Dao monks who had mutilated the entire righteous path made a comeback again, and the righteous path without the Qiankun Gate was defeated one after another, and they reluctantly used the defensive formation of their own sect to stop the demon cultivators outside the mountain gate. But everyone knows that there will always be a day when the defensive formation is exhausted, it is only a matter of time, and while the righteous path cultivator is cultivating like a madman, he is ready to die together.

The mountains and rivers are shaking, the people are struggling to make a living, and the lives of ordinary people are even more miserable. The strength of the Demon Dao has numbed the civilians, and the backbone is like a moth fighting to the death, but after all, it is a group of ordinary people, with little effect, no bloody people, stealing and playing tricks, or as the lackeys of the Demon Dao monks, and even killing their wives and children, just seeking to enter the demons.

The Canglong Continent and even this world were filled with black gas for a while, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a disgusting rancid smell.

But these people in the Qiankun Sect don't know anything, and they are still cultivating in a fascination.

The monks of the Demon Dao were rampant all over the continent, wantonly chasing and killing.

The Demon Dao Lair is still located in the corner of the remote mountains and mountains in the Canglong Continent, at this time, the Demon Dao monks are surrounding a huge black coffin, and the surrounding temperature is extremely cold, which makes the Demon Dao monks tremble, but the expressions on the faces of the Demon Dao monks are as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

At this time, the demon monks were holding a ceremony, and buckets of red blood were piled up next to the coffin, and from time to time, the demon cultivators threw all kinds of looted elixirs, magic weapons, and a series of strange things into the bucket. After a while, the sound of "cooing" was endless, and the demon monk danced even more happily. Then, under the solemn prayer of an old man with a face like dry wood, buckets of red liquid were poured into the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay an old man who was as thin as wood and covered with bones, his face was pale and bloodless, and the nails on his hands were like eagle's claws. As the red liquid was poured in, the emaciated old man underwent subtle changes, his chest began to beat, and a strange voice came out, the sound was not real, but it felt like an abyss hell, extremely terrifying.

The red liquid between the electric lights and flints was absorbed by the old man in the coffin, no, it should be a young man to be exact, but this man is still pale, but it is much better than just now.

"Great Elder, is the Demon King about to be born?" said a young demon cultivator to the praying old man outside the coffin.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes like falcons shone like essence, and he nodded silently to hold back the ecstasy in his heart.

When everyone saw it, they already understood in their hearts, and they danced even harder with that strange movement.

"Giggles. ”

Suddenly, the young man in the coffin shook his Adam's apple, and his throat, which had long been dry, made an extremely unpleasant sound, and then sat up, a pair of eyes as bright as stars emitted a light, the corners of his mouth turned slightly up, and a wicked smile jumped on his face.

"Demon King...... Beelzebub...... The Demon King has recovered!" The old man outside the coffin trembled with excitement, and his body couldn't help shaking.

At this time, I saw that the young man known as the Demon King, his head turned three hundred and sixty degrees, "clicked", and then jumped up, and he was outside the coffin in an instant.

"Yes, you've worked hard all these years!" the Demon King patted the old man on the shoulder and said.

The old man was ecstatic in his heart, and then knelt down to the demon king like a believer, his head was like pounding garlic, and he slammed on the ground with a "bang" sound. When the surrounding demon cultivators saw that the Great Elders had already knelt down, they immediately threw themselves on their knees. In an instant, the black pressed one, kneeling and kowtowing to the demon king, the fanaticism in his eyes was completely written on his face, even if the demon king told them to commit suicide at this time, the demon cultivators in the kneeling would not say a word.

The Demon King's face smiled evilly, and his eyes shone with a cold and staring light.

"Hahahaha, Ziyang Zhenren, I didn't expect me to come back again!Wait for me to destroy the door!" the demon king said through gritted teeth, especially the four words "Ziyang Zhenren" were extremely heavy, and he couldn't wait to drink his blood and gnaw his bones.

Hearing Ziyang Zhenren's name, the pupils of the old man who knelt down first shrank sharply, and his heart was infinitely afraid. You must know that the Demon King was killed by Ziyang Zhenren in the Canglong Continent, in that battle, the old man was still a middle-aged man, who had just been promoted to the infant transformation period, and for various reasons, he did not participate in the war, but just watched from afar. I saw Ziyang Zhenren slashing and killing the Demon Dao monks in a leisurely manner, and even the Demon King at his peak was killed by Ziyang Zhenren in that battle, but fortunately, the Demon King used the secret method of Demon Skills, so he escaped the state of being scattered and never recovered.