Seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

No force came to submit, not even the Terran monks, and there was no summons.

In this regard, Meng Fan guessed that they were in a difficult situation and did not dare to leave the land of the Six Realms of Reincarnation easily.

Meanwhile.

Standing at the head of the city of vain death and looking down, the outside world is full of all kinds of powerful ghosts and ghosts, and there is no end in sight, and the monstrous ghosts and ghosts are rushing into the sky, almost breaking through the barriers of the two worlds of yin and yang.

And most of these ferocious ghosts are haunted by resentment and delirium, even if they are restrained by ghost soldiers, they will still kill each other from time to time, and they will obviously be used as cannon fodder in the future.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ghost soldiers of the Seven Halls have all been summoned, just waiting for an order, they can set off at any time!"

There was a ghost king who reported loudly.

A change unseen in a thousand years!

In the past, the immortals and Buddhas disappeared, and the demons, ghosts, and even the human race, there was no such scene in the struggle for territory-

The Seven Palaces of Yama jointly sent troops to attack the city of vain.

"Millions of interesting ghost soldiers, more than 10 million powerful ghost ......" Meng Fan retracted his gaze, no longer looking at the enemy formation from afar, but whispered.

The dragon pattern is black, stepping on the dark golden cloud shoes, the face is delicate, if it is not for the monstrous murderous aura on the body, it does not look like the master of the underworld at all, but it looks like a man of the Tao, but his face is frosty, and he looks cold and impersonal, which makes people dare not approach.

At least nearly 20,000 soldiers did not say a word, and were silently waiting for orders.

As he pondered things, he paced constantly, his boots clattering on the ground with a soft sound that sounded particularly clear in the quiet tower.

And every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the lords of the various forces in the outside world, making the demons tremble and tremble.

Coalition?

In the history of China, once such a thing as a coalition is involved, it is likely to be closely associated with words such as fragmentation and returning from defeat, and this is like a curse, even demons are no exception.

At least they're thinking differently right now.

As we all know, if the gun hits the first bird, if Meng Fan is forced into a desperate situation, he can at least drag the three halls of Yama on the road together, so who should be sacrificed?

Thousands of years of Taoism have come to naught, and they can't even be reincarnated, even more so in power!

Because of this, the war has not officially started at the moment, and when he sees that his own formation is only sure to win, the thoughts of the Seven Hall Yamas are even more complicated, and it is not surprising that there is a backstab at each other.

"Guys, who will you send to take the lead?"

"In my opinion, the Fox King is the best candidate, and he has the law of nine lives in practice, and he can't die."

"Not bad."

"Even if you fold it in, you can be reborn, and you are indeed the best candidate."

Facing the malicious eyes, the old man with a cyan beard shook his head, and said in a firm tone:

"This king is the weakest, and he can't find anything, so you should choose another merit."

In the midst of the prevarication, there was a ridicule, which seemed very abrupt, but it was also surprising.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, this king is here!"

A macaque carrying an eyebrow stick scratched his ears and cheeks, and seeing that several Yamas were unwilling to take the lead, his face was full of impatience, as if he was suffering from ADHD.

"Good!"

"King Tarzan is brave!"

"It is worthy of being the number one god of war in my underworld, the fighting Buddha who was killed by the supreme demon lord in the past, if he can see the macaque king alive, he must also lower his eyebrows and be pleasing to his eyes."

No matter how disdainful he is in his heart, the demon kings who occupy the major Yama halls are praising this macaque spirit on the surface, anyway, good words don't need money, as long as they can send this brainless thing up.

"Only punish the evil, not liquidate."

Seeing such a commotion outside the city, Meng Fan could roughly guess what was happening, I was afraid that the vanguard had been elected, so he whispered in his heart and secretly made a decision.

No way, tens of millions of souls.

Instead of making it scattered, it is better to erase the cause and effect, wash away the memories and reincarnate, which is of great benefit to the world, at least it can speed up the recovery.

And to lose this war to unify the Netherworld?

It simply doesn't exist.

On the other hand, the monsters have also read some books, and roughly know that there is such a thing as the princes of the Eighteen Roads asking for Dong, before the war, they will drag the macaque king to toast it one by one, if it is not for this guy to be greedy for a cup, I am afraid that there will be a scene of warm wine and killing people.

And the little demon drank too much wine, and the demons danced wildly there, making a lot of noise, all of them called themselves heroes, clamoring to give the Terran Taoist priests a good look.

Just as he was screaming, he saw a corpse demon pointing at the sky in a panic.

The macaque demon king looked at it, and immediately flew into the air with the demon wind, most of these demons are irritable, and he is no exception, he screamed strangely, and hit it with a stick of Qi Mei.

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"Dare to take the initiative to find bad luck and eat me!"

Meng Fan was not in a hurry, on the side of his body, he dodged this blow, and almost instantly, the macaque demon king was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he deceived himself again, brandished the long stick, and smashed it down on his head.

"Splash monkeys, you have to inch in."

With a cold snort, the light in Meng Fan's hand flashed, and the Green Dragon Glaive appeared, instantly turning into a living thing, letting out a heaven-shaking dragon roar, and heading towards the Qi Mei stick.

Peng!

The divine soldiers intersected, and the sound of golden chimes sounded, and the macaque demon king only felt that his palm was numb, and his body sank down uncontrollably, almost hitting the ground.

"This ...... How is this possible? You're not good at arrays and runes......"

The Monkey King wondered if he had been drugged by his allies in the wine, so that he lost his strength, after all, he had cultivated for thousands of years, and he rarely encountered such a situation-

Even if it was the reincarnation of Montenegro, he was unwilling to fight with himself, so he could only resist with his heavy turtle shell, but he didn't expect this handsome little Taoist priest to have such strength.

Fu Zheng, the foundation of the Maoshan school inheritance.

However, as the world level continued to rise, the enemies encountered became more and more tricky, and Meng Fan gradually didn't like this technique very much, and now he mainly relied on the power of Zhou Tian Xingdou to fight, and the power was better than that of Lei Fa.

In addition, due to the emperor's forging technique, the flesh and blood have not fallen, and just right, this monkey's ability is all on the martial arts and the body, and it is most suitable to verify it.

"Let's move your body and bones with you!"

The demons sent troops in the form of an alliance, which doomed them not to unite as one, and the Monkey King was most likely similar to the two ghosts of Huangquan and Lechuan who were sent to death before.

Therefore, Meng Fan was not in a hurry to use the array flag, holding the Qinglong Glaive Knife, and slaughtered the macaque demon king like an eagle flying falcon.

The laws of the fairy road are intertwined, the light is flashing, the sound of the dragon's groan is breathtaking, and there is a real dragon entrenched in the blade.

The Macaque Demon King was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly raised his eyebrow stick in front of him, he didn't expect the offensive and defensive momentum to change so quickly, it originally wanted to keep stepping up the offensive and not give Meng Fan a chance to arrange the formation.

While!

The wind stirred up by the knife and stick swept through his face, and the thick arms of the demon king continued to tremble, only to feel that the strong forces were coming from the stick body continuously, and they couldn't support it.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Without any fancy powers, it was just a hundred and ten primitive collisions, and the Monkey King only felt that his arm began to be numb, and the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, as if it was about to crack.