The sky formed a black cloud of demonic energy, relying on the magic wall to spread outward, but it was very powerful, and once the magic wall was scattered, it could have been persistent.

But for some reason, the Flying Sky Pavilion exuded a strange power, like a giant's foot stepping on the ice as thin as white paper.

The demon wall and the demonic qi collapsed together.

Inside and outside the magic wall, countless people looked up to the sky.

"Idle King...... It's fierce! ”

Everyone thought that Li Qingxian was just making an impact, expressing his position, and being a pioneer.

As a result, how can it be a shocking technique?

The Flying Sky Pavilion crashed through the magic wall, shook slightly, and came to a sudden stop.

The generals were at a loss.

"Why is the magic fog still holding us back?"

"It should be for us to slow down, if it's a block, it won't be so weak."

"Yes, but ...... Something doesn't seem right......"

Li Qingxian, who had just come back to his senses, and a group of generals who had no long heart, looked around.

The demonic energy in the sky collapsed, turned into various powers, and flew in all directions.

The demon wall in mid-air collapsed, because it was composed of demonic mist, and it did not leave a trace.

It's just that the power that was originally blocking is gone.

The sky was clear again, and the early morning sun was scattered on the ground.

Li Qingxian was puzzled in his heart, looking at this situation, there was a lot of trouble, but why didn't he have a warning before? Could it be that there is a high yin himself?

Li Qingxian pinched his fingers and fell silent.

It turned out that although his Feikong Pavilion was still a top-grade material, it had become a peculiar magic weapon because it had been tempered by the immortal qi of the peach seedlings, and the white light on the surface was more or less with the breath of the upper realm.

Although the demonic qi is strong, it is not a pure upper realm power after all, and it is not worth mentioning in front of the immortal qi of the peach sapling.

The Flying Sky Pavilion is really just fog in front of it, a thicker fog, that's all.

How could a second-rank life magician be alert to the thick fog?

What's more, there seemed to be ten thousand demons to greet him at the beginning.

The Demon Cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon God City and the Demon Transformation Mountain looked at this scene and stood for a long time.

There is no anger, no shame, no shame, not even panic, just confusion.

Didn't you say that the Ten Thousand Demon God Array was invincible in the world?

How to collapse at the touch of a button.

Didn't you say that the opening ceremony had to be flawless?

Why didn't the demon wall collapse before it could open?

Didn't you say that Li Qingxian was going to come to peace talks?

How can you go to war without saying a word?

Doesn't it mean that the worst result is also a big battle between the two sides after the opening ceremony?

Why didn't you wait for the ceremony to start, and then start the war?

"A misunderstanding ......"

Li Qingxian's voice drifted from the sky, as soft as falling snow, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

Outside the disappearing demon wall, the cultivators of the human race sighed again, especially those who were good at thinking.

"If you lift a weight, you are worthy of being the lord of the river."

"Translate this sentence, it just hit you, what, dare you turn your face?"

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Idle King said that there was a misunderstanding, it depends on how the demon cultivator takes the move, is it a battle, or is it a misunderstanding?"

The major forces are not as monstrous as the scattered cultivators, and when they saw this scene, they were even more confused than the demon cultivators.

Preparations were made beforehand, and various plans were drawn up, including fighting, peacemaking, fleeing, and even surrendering.

I really didn't plan to flip the table before the table opened.

What to do?

The major forces are a little panicked.

Even the elders on the two big flying ships of the Heavenly Power Sect and Gu Xuanshan in the rear also had pain in their temples.

However, when many demon cultivators heard this, they were suddenly relieved.

The king of leisure said that it was a misunderstanding, that is, a misunderstanding.

You see, the king of people has stopped.

You can't delay the opening ceremony because of a misunderstanding, right?

You can't just start a war against Wan Xiu because of a misunderstanding, right?

If you start a war as soon as you meet, that's a madman, not a demon cultivator.

More demon cultivators looked gloomy and looked at the top of the mountain.

The leader of the alliance was furious, and the sky shook and the stars shook.

Under the demon wall, the demon cultivator was silent.

In the City of Ten Thousand Demon Gods, the demon cultivators were silent.

The top of the Demon Mountain, as usual, is breezy and breezy.

"What are you doing in a daze, go up the mountain!"

Before the old ghost gate closed, a young Wen Xiu screamed and woke everyone up.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

In the panicked eyes of the demon cultivators, hundreds of thousands of monks joined forces and marched forward across the old site of the demon wall.

In the torrent of the crowd, the demon cultivators guarding the ghost gate were motionless, and the black-sleeved gold-patterned demon alliance robes around them fluttered in the wind, reflecting their dull gaze.

"Smash ......"

The same sigh sounded from all over the Demon Mountain and the Demon City.

Especially the great stewards of the various sects.

Some sat on the ground, waiting to die.

Some were relieved and knew that something would happen today.

Some didn't say a word, changed their clothes, and fled while the chaos was in chaos.

Some stood still for a long time, not moving for a long time.

More stewards are thinking, what next?

What if there are hundreds of thousands of more people who come to the banquet?

Zhang Qianhang, the chief steward of the Demon Gate and the future chief steward of the Demon Alliance, looked at this scene, stood for a long time, and said slowly: "Was there a little steward before that His Royal Highness King Xian was a little red guy?" ”

"That's the thing." The demon cultivator behind him said softly.

"Buried, the whole family buried."

"Yes." A group of demon cultivators hurriedly walked out.

Zhang Qianhang looked at the Feikong Pavilion in the sky, gritted his teeth, his lips squirmed for a long time, and he took out the communication talisman disk and asked Zhang Wentong.

Zhang Wentong did not reply.

Captain Zhang Qianhang breathed a long sigh of relief.

Since His Royal Highness the King of Leisure said that it was a misunderstanding, it was a misunderstanding.

The idle king Chrysostom will not talk nonsense.

The Sky Pavilion hovered silently in the air.

The crowd flocked to the City of Ten Thousand Demon Gods.

At the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demon God City, many medium-grade products were stopped outside the door.

Only the best can be stepped into.

However, as soon as the hundreds of thousands of people who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic arrived, the situation was a little wrong.

"What, do you want His Royal Highness to misunderstand again?"

"Do you know why His Royal Highness the Idle King hit the demon wall? It's because you won't let you in! ”

"Last time it was the Ghost Gate, why wasn't it a bridge this time?"

"Hurry up and let go of the ban, let's go in, otherwise His Royal Highness the Idle King will hit it again, and the jade will be burned."

At the gate of the Ten Thousand Demon God City, the monks and the alliance of monks shouted five and six, and the demon cultivators looked entangled.

One side really dares to say it, and the other party really dares to believe it.

Slowly, a large flying ship or flying magic weapon flew from a distance, lined up on both sides behind the Flying Sky Pavilion, like two oblique bird wings, lined up in a "human" shape.

At this moment, no matter how brilliant the ancient forces are, no matter how dazzling the emerging forces, whether they are right or evil, they are all honestly ranked behind the Feikong Pavilion.

The elders of the various factions on the various flying ships discussed the intentions and consequences of Li Qingxian's move.

Time passed slowly, and seeing that the auspicious day of the opening ceremony was approaching, the Flying Sky Pavilion was still motionless.

Suddenly, the ban on the Ten Thousand Demon God City was lifted, and the red light in the city dissipated.

The demon cultivators guarding the door evacuated one after another.

"Shanghua Demon Mountain!"

"Shanghua Magic Mountain......

The monks happily rushed into the Ten Thousand Demon God City and rushed to the gate of the Demon Transformation Mountain.

Flying on the Sky Pavilion.

"These demon cultivators have to pinch and release people."

"Last time we misunderstood, we didn't rush well, but it turned out to be so long and unpleasant."

"You should be able to go now, right?"

The Flying Sky Pavilion moved forward slowly, all the way unimpeded, and flew to the scene of the ceremony on the top of the Demon Mountain.

The rest of the airboats followed, flying to the top of the mountain.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, everyone fell one after another.

On the Demon Transformation Mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the demon cultivators who had been preparing for months had the urge to cry.

(End of chapter)