Guan Juyi stood on the Meteoric Ink Mountain, looking in the direction of the demon clan from a distance.

There was a roar from the bottom of the mountain, "Monster riot!" All the other side of the mountain quickly down the mountain! ”

Before Guan Juyi went down the mountain, he looked up at the clouds that would be covered by the demon clan, and sighed lowly, "The old people are leaving, the new people are coming, there is a way to change the blue sky for the blue sky, it turns out that unconsciously, I have also entered the twilight." ”

Cadre Demon Cave, the children of all families have also been included in the military formation early, these sons who claim to be a generation of geniuses have never seen such a battle, looking at the monsters who are about to be pressed by the black from more than ten miles away, they are mostly nervous and excited.

The eldest grandson Daosheng was not exempt from vulgarity, but when he turned his head, he found that Cui Hao's knuckles of the clenched long sword were white, and then he looked at Cheng Zhi'an's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Why is this so?" ”

Lu Han said with a smile: "The head of the family often says that the iron fan in my hand has never been stained with blood, and I have not really tried to sharpen it. ”

Cheng Zhi'an's eyes were still flashing back to the scene of the monster chewing human flesh and bones that day, and cursed incoherently in a low voice: "Didn't you say that every monster riot has to be a long time apart?" ”

Cui Hao knew more than Cheng Zhi'an, so he felt that this time the monster riots were weird, the monster riots in previous years were never so frequent, he looked around at the many soldiers around him, and saw that the soldiers' faces were mostly blank, so the hand holding the long sword was tighter.

With the gradual progress of the monster on the opposite side, the more and more heavy oppression invaded, and the vitality between heaven and earth seemed to become thicker, and everyone took a deep breath, only to feel that breathing had never been so difficult.

Guan Juyi stood in front of everyone, as silent as before, his cheeks were covered with roughness bitten by the wind, frost, rain and snow, and his body was full of scars from guarding the demon caves over the years.

Sensing the uneasiness of the soldiers behind him, Guan Juyi shook the spear in his palm, and as soon as the buzz passed, everyone was relieved for a moment.

At this moment, in the group of monsters opposite, there was a human voice, like the friction of sand and stones, and it seemed to be the jerkiness of the demon clan's beginner words, and a shadow flew up from the countless demon groups, "Guan Juyi." ”

For example, the sky is vast, and the monsters that rise in the sky on the opposite side have great might, and once they appear, they press the barren mountains under their feet as if they are one layer shorter.

The eldest grandson Daosheng changed color in horror, "How can there be a state of forgetfulness?" ”

He looked at Cui Hao, and saw that Cui Hao's face was also full of horror, knowing that the last monster riot had never been overhauled, he remembered that the official history of the Holy Dynasty recorded that the last time there was a monster in the Forgotten Ink Mountain, it was still a thousand years ago when the old and new dynasties alternated, and once the monster in the Forgotten Ink Realm appeared, the world was in chaos, and the monster killed through the Falling Ink Mountain, and I don't know how many villages and towns were slaughtered, which was a natural disaster that destroyed the world.

"Something big is going to happen." The eldest grandson Daosheng never thought that this trip to Meteoric Mountain would encounter such a shocking change.

Cui Hao's heart has also sunk to the bottom, he saw the scene of the last monster riot with his own eyes, and knows that although Guan Juyi has excellent combat power, his cultivation has not reached the Forget Worries, since it is not considered to be the Forget Worries realm, how can he be the opponent of the monsters on the opposite side? He thought of Li Chen, who was not on the mountain at this time, and said in his heart: If the Nine Emperor Princes were here, what would happen to him?

In front of everyone, on the desert, Guan Juyi stood up, stepping on the void and the monsters who forgot their worries were far away, and at this time, the tens of thousands of monsters on the opposite side were less than a hundred feet away from everyone.

From the ground to the sky, the soldiers watched as the shadows slowly devoured the remaining half of the world, like gray points of light floating around

It is the nightmare that fills the heart in a nightmare, the dull oppression that cripples everyone's fighting spirit, and the strange substance that suppresses the Yuan Force and cannot function.

In the whole world beyond the shadows, you can only see the demon star that shines brightly in the ancestral land of the demon clan.

Guan Juyi's spear shook thousands of shadows, and he couldn't cut through the sky with one shot like last time and let the light out, so he could only point the gun in his hand at the monster in the Forgotten Worry Realm on the opposite side.

As long as the initiator is killed, all the shadows will naturally disperse.

The two armies on the ground finally collided violently, the two black lines coincided, splashed blood to make dye, flew up human heads to make fireworks, howled miserably to make angry drums, strengthened the tragic momentum, and put on a show in the few deserts.

This battle is the misery that the eldest grandson Daosheng can't see in the classics, wild history and even dreams, he never thought that the human body would be chopped into pieces by the sword, the feet would be trampled into dirt, the human head or arm sprayed with blood flying in the air The blood mist flying in the air would also blindfold the human eye, and a pair of bright red eyes looked at the past, except for hatred and tireless killing, there was no trace of human feelings.

The color of the ground and blood was impregnated, turning into an extremely deep black and purple, these children of the family who were usually looked up to by everyone in brocade clothes and jade cannibalism, at the moment they were no different from other ordinary soldiers, even like pigs and dogs, Lu Han lay on the ground and turned over to avoid the claws of the monster, without the elegance that he had advertised in the past, and his body of blood or mud looked embarrassed, no one laughed at him, and no one cared about it, just because other people were no different from him.