Han Yurong is the first "person" in Donglu, and his status is equivalent to that of the deputy general of the demon clan in the Ningyang camp.

Han Yurong was promoted to the rank of Martial Saint ten years ago, and was quite respected among the corpse demons, so Baboon Heng entrusted him with the important task of being in charge of the affairs of the Donglu Terran race.

The Donglu human race still reaches more than three million, and the monks are forty percent, and Han Yurong has a lot of power, but he is cautious and cautious, after all, the demon clan is the boss.

"It's up to Han Yurong to come forward to recruit people," Qingyang asked.

In the middle stage of the Qingyang Martial Saint, the skin is blue, the sheep's face is long and narrow, the small mouth is smeared bloody, and there is an evil aura between the eyebrows.

"Well, Han Yurong can't wait to go to war, and die more."

Han Yurong used the millions of rotting corpses in the two battles of Ningyang and Hedu to have the achievement of the martial saint, and now if the two clans of the human and demon fight again, it can be described as a joy from heaven.

……

Hanfu.

Han Yurong sent the herald away, paced in the house, and he had already heard the news of Xue Tong's return to Luzhou.

"It's naturally good to start a war, but Xue Tong is too strong, and letting Han form a team to repair the battle team is unpredictable."

"It doesn't work to resign, just recruit people in the second camp in the south of Hedu, and Xue Tong will not enter the big camp."

"How many people in Donglu can get their hands on the cultivation qualifications, almost all of them leave, and the rest are either hopeless and messing around, or doing some business and saving enough money to leave."

"Recruit more and leave it to fate, it's best to make a rabble, baboon dislikes and dismissal, then Han doesn't need to be the head of the army." Han Yurong pondered.

In accordance with his wishes, he had notices posted and publicized them in Ningyang and Chenliu at the same time.

……

Xue Tong observed the half moon.

There is an endless stream of people who go to the second camp in the south to cultivate, and they only pass the innate threshold, and almost no one refuses.

The second battalion of the south has a demon army of 100,000, and Baboon Heng agreed, recruiting 50,000 troops, and then building a new battalion.

"Han Yurong, the commander of the People's Army, cultivate corpse skills!"

Xue Tong learned major news.

He connected the past scenes of hundreds of years and concluded: "It turned out to be a member of the Han family of the Wanqian royal family of Sogo, so it can be said all!"

"The demon harms the master Wei Geng, how can there be no reason for immortality!"

……

South 2nd Barracks.

The army of 100,000 demon clans marched into camp, majestic and magnificent, climbed a hundred feet along the stone steps, and entered the mountain pass into the camp.

The mountain passers-by repaired in twos and threes, and Xue Tong traveled alone, impersonating the identity of "Liu Hanyun".

"Confectionery pharmacists, I intend to defect and see if there are any new opportunities for the fairy road." The little leader of the celestial people flipped through the leather scroll filled out by Xue Tong and read.

"Uh-huh," Xue Tong responded.

"The information in the leather scroll will be checked in the near future, and if there is no problem, it will be incorporated into the new army, and the crusade against Xilu will be selected for a day, and then the meritorious deeds will be rewarded." The Celestial Leader said.

According to the rules set by Han Yurong, applicants must find out the details and strictly prevent spies and even Xue Tong from getting involved.

"Okay, the little one will go back to the confectionery exhibition and wait for news." Xue Tong said as he walked outside the hut.

When approaching the door, he suddenly stopped, and said: "When the small one was in the confectionery exhibition, he had a few wonderful things, please take a look at the seniors, what is the texture?"

Xue Tong took out a three-inch porcelain bottle.

"Oh," the leader of the celestials was surprised.

"Liu Hanyun wants to be filial to the deity and give gifts and bribes"

His divine perception swept into the bottle, and it seemed to be an extremely rich demonic aura, but it could only touch the surface, and could not penetrate it.

"High-grade evil qi," the leader of the celestials said uncertainly.

Xue Tongxi said: "Wow, it is difficult to determine the first exploration of the predecessors, which means that the corpse qi is extremely strong, or the level of a martial saint." ”

"What"

The leader of the celestial beings stretched out his hand and grabbed the porcelain vase, clenching it in his palm and probing it carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he was happy.

"Wait, I'll come when I go."

The leader rushed out of the door and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xue Tong swaggered out of the camp.

There are ten huts at the collection point, each doing its own thing, and no one pays attention.

……

Xue Tong walked out of two miles and was still at the foot of the South Second Camp Mountain.

Strange noises behind you.

Shadows swept overhead, falling five or six feet away.

The person who came looked old, and there was a faint green mark between his eyebrows.

Xue Tong pretended to be nervous and trembled: "Before... generation..."

"Wait, why are you leaving!" The leader of the celestial people behind him was out of breath, and asked anxiously and angrily.

"The camp is crowded, small... Afraid. "Xue Tong is.

"Why don't you hurry up and meet Lord Han Shenghan!" The leader shouted.

Xue Tong laughed and said, "Xue doesn't worship corpses!"

Han Yurong's color changed suddenly.

……

Han Yurong hid in the second camp in the south, did not show his face, and only sent someone to take care of it.

Xue Tong knew that it was not easy to find Han Yurong in the huge camp, and it was not suitable to do it in the camp, so he lured the snake out of the hole with high-grade corpse qi.

As soon as he entered the Heavenly Corpse Worm, he ate the carrion of the Martial Saint Sharp Tooth and the Spotted Wolf, and the corpse qi that he vomited back, the grade was so high that Han Yurong had never seen it, far beyond his imagination.

When Han Yurong saw the porcelain vase, he was overjoyed, pulled out the plug and sucked greedily, and his green face scared the leader half to death.

"People, take Ben Sheng!"

Han Yurong was ecstatic when he saw Bao, thinking about how to be thoughtful on weekdays, and fell into Xue Tong's fatal evil!

……

"Back then, Chongguang Wanqian, he made chaos and harmed my master, and he led demons in Luzhou to covet the bloodline of the deity, and it was enough to die ten times!" Xue Tong's spiritual pressure was suddenly released.

Han Yurong snorted dullly.

"Boom~"

The green clouds bloomed, and they sprayed ten feet in an instant.

The leader of the celestial people was slightly stunned when he saw the shocking changes, and the green clouds suddenly rolled up and couldn't react.

The shield was washed away by the poison cloud, and his hands and face were stained with a layer of green.

"Wow~"

The leader screamed and fell to the ground convulsing.

The hands and faces are rotten and piercing, and the poison is desperate.

……

Han Yurong's corpse poison green cloud was bounced off by Xue Tong's Gang Demon Protective Layer.

"Whew~"

In the green clouds, the ten-zhang corpse demon appeared, with a head as big as a house, eyes like lanterns, pus from the nostrils, dark green blood at the corners of the mouth, and a sword and axe in both hands.

Han Yurong knew that Xue Tong's cultivation was on top of it, so he didn't hesitate and immediately launched the corpse demon transformation.

Xue Tong waved out.

The clouds are as thick as a mountain,

"Bang~"

The sword and axe ascended to heaven, and Han Yurong couldn't hold it at all.

He twisted his body sharply and spun around for a few feet.

The clouds passed by him.

Xue Tong's eyes suddenly darkened.

Han Yurong released the Heavenly Corpse Worm and ran wildly.

The movement at the foot of the mountain was watched by the watchtower sentinels, and the signal bombs popped into the air, exploding clouds of fire.

Xue Tong was planning with all his heart, and when the enemy met, how could he let Han Yurong escape.

Rush to recite the Winged Fire Spell.

The red light of the void flashed, and the winged fire python jumped.

The fire python hit the cloud of corpses head-on, crackling like boiling oil pouring beans, and even the surface rocks melted into slurry.

Xue Tonggang's demonic qi layer protector passed through the fire array, and the heavenly thunderbolt swept out again.

The black star meteorite cloud had become as light as a light mist at this moment, and the surging force flow of Xue Tong's force veins mixed into it, greatly dispelling the true color of the black star.

Fifty feet of thunder clouds!

Han Yurong avoided it hopelessly, turned around and punched hard.

Several magic weapons were also slashed out.

"Bang~"

The weapon flew like rain, and the fist light was gone.

The corpse shattered.

Xue Tong Sumeru bag in a pocket, netting into six or seven demon blood and demon flesh.

He picked up the magic weapon, bagged the dead and alive corpse insects, and summoned the vultures to escape.

……

After a few moments, the baboon came to the clouds.

He agreed with Han Yurong that he would hide in the secret courtyard of the second camp in the south, and once Xue Tong broke through, he would lead the crowd to encircle and suppress him.

The baboon was furious, looked at the turbulent traces left by the vulture's flight, and threw out the bone ruler flying boat.

"Hurry up and call the Golden Eel Saint King!" Baboon commanded his subordinates.

……

The bone ruler flying boat is 100 miles away from Xue Tong, and the interval remains stable.

Xue Tong saw it in his eyes and slowed down the vulture, and the white bone spaceship slowed down with it.

"Those who flee quickly do not chase, but those who flee slowly will rush to their accomplices." Xue Tong hesitated whether to run away.

As soon as Han Yurong died, the people of the demon clan repaired the army, and Xue Tong looked forward to killing baboons or golden eels again, completely cutting off the idea of the demon clan attacking Xilu.

"Keep the high speed and go the long way!" Xue Tong made up his mind.

The vulture flew five thousand miles, and the bone ruler ship behind it gradually moved away.

The golden eel was not seen for a long time, and the baboon chased more and more empty, and he was not sure about Xue Tong alone, and he did not dare to really leave alone, so he slowed down and dragged back for two hundred miles, almost out of sight.

Xue Tong drove the vulture around and flew straight to the boat, "It doesn't matter who you are, you will be killed if you are alone!"

Baboon turns around and runs!

Xue Tong drank and ordered the vulture to go at full speed, and pressed the vulture's back with one palm to pour mana.

Baboon also maximizes the speed of the spacecraft.

The bone ruler ship is a second-grade grade, and the baboon has no fear, and he feels that he can advance or retreat, at least he can protect himself.

But the bonus of the peak vulture and Xue Tong's pure mana quickly made him feel cold in his heart.

The vultures are approaching!

The baboon drove the bone ruler boat and dived, changing direction and flying to Gucheng.

There are 500,000 demon clans in Gucheng, medium in size, but with the help of 30,000 demon troops, they can fight with Xue Tong.

The outline of the mountain town in front is faintly visible, the bone ruler ship is flying low, and the baboon Heng is firing signal bombs.

Xue Tong is still eighty miles behind, and it is impossible to catch up in time.

"Hmm~ You're smart, but Xue isn't stupid!"

Xue Tong gently pulled the reins and changed direction.

……

Golden eel.

The Hedu Demon Palace is three hundred miles away from the second camp in the south, and when the golden eel arrives, the turbulence in the space left by the baboon has almost disappeared.

"Follow this saint!"

The golden eel beckoned the camp owner and the high-ranking people present, and drove the bone ruler boat to chase after him.

His ground-class ship was on the low side, barely following the trajectory of the baboon, chasing for thousands of miles without seeing a human figure.

The golden eel was worrying to itself, and two hundred miles ahead, a faint black spot was rapidly approaching...

"That's not right!" The golden eel saw the vulture clearly and blurted out in shock.

He quickly turned, wanting to join the far behind demon clan cultivators.

"Look where you're going!"

Xue Tong pressed the vulture with his palm, and the mana poured in.

……

The golden eel and the martial saint camp master of the second battalion in the south are about to converge.

Xue Tong kicked on the back of the vulture, flew in the air, and the four-grade sword in his sleeve was like a meteor, slashing towards the golden eel.

The golden eel drew its knife and struck back, and the bone ruler boat fell to the ground.

"When" the long sword flicked away, Xue Tong retracted his sword and fell sharply.

The second camp master of the south took a few steps to catch up, standing beside the golden eel, farther into the air, densely packed with high-level demon cultivators, not to mention as many as twenty or thirty.

Xue Tong didn't say a word, and turned into a big wild ape.

The immortal palace has the immortal shadow attribute, and the growth of the ape is beyond measurement, so it is worth trying today.

Get rid of the golden eel and the high-level of the second battalion in the south, and the demon clan will no longer have the strength to attack Xilu!

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