"After the Seven Realms, there are the Eight Realms, at this time there is no one to stop the Great Qian, the dead and wounded among us, we can't even escape, I want to escape overseas, but I don't know where the dragon appeared, I want to fight in ancient times, the dragon and the phoenix are extinct, but now there is a dragon again, and even the last retreat is extinct."

"The southwest, the southeast, and the south of the Central Plains are all in the hands of the Great Qian, and as soon as the Nine Realms are opened, we can no longer do it, we can't even Jingsong Huangting, so we have to lead the neck to be killed, retreat to the foot of this pure mountain, and ask them to cut a piece of land, a corner of peace."

The old evil king said miserably: "But what's the use, that one has opened all the restrictions, and from then on we can kill the Great Cadres unimpeded, but there is no one, no one can enter the territory of the Great Cadres at all, and no one can shake the Great Cadres, it has long been a foregone conclusion." Counting on those emperors? They can't do it even more, they can only use us as a barrier, trying to block the attack of the big cadres. ”

"But what's the use of that, the evil gods of the Emperor Dao are all guys with bad brains, they are just puppets of that group of things, they don't even have autonomy, they can't even solve their own mess, how can they solve this big problem."

The old evil king looked back at the young man, and instead of mourning, "How many years are left?" The next 100 years? Or two hundred years? Da Qian should have almost digested it. Wuji, go west, go north, through the place where the Emperor's Road is, all the way to the most north pole, and then wait for death there. ”

The young man was puzzled: "Lord Evil King, why are you so sad, haven't we been very stable for so many years?" It's okay, His Majesty the Divine Emperor has more important things to do, how can he set his eyes on us little evil ways."

Little Evil Way.

This is the definition of themselves by the authentic sects of the Central Plains today.

In addition to becoming an evil way, he has also become an ant-like existence, which is not worthy of being seen by the highest person in the world.

Even in front of the Western Emperor Dao, from the absolute advantage in the past, it has also become the existence they use as a barrier now, and it is already a small sect in that kind of reckless land.

No, even the small sects in the wild land in the past can't compare, and there are at least a few seven or eight realms, but now, in the entire northwest land, except for him, the old man, who can sing the praises of the Huang Ting, there are only a few remaining one realm foundations, and further down, they are all Qi refining ranks.

used to be not even a human being, but only a servant's Qi Refining Rank, but now it is their backbone.

Removing his Nine Realms, the current Wuji is the status of those high-ranking Qi Refiners in the past, and those Qi Refining Levels have instead become the status of the Qi Refiners of the Foundation Building Realm before.

Personnel are scarce, and in terms of status, there will naturally be new replacements.

But the more this substitution, the less far away it is from destruction.

They are still alive here, and I don't know if it's because of the kindness of the great cadres, but because of the so-called 'barrier' that those evil ways are proud of.

This used to be the realm of 'Wan Zombie Gate', but with the war with the Great Qian Dynasty, the people of Wan Zombie Gate were also killed and wounded, and it became an ordinary little evil way.

But they still have a method after all, and although their method is not strong, it can just hit the weakness of Daqian.

At least that's what the old evil king thought.

Because he can sacrifice all mortals into zombies and attack Daqian with the body of zombies.

Maybe it's useless, no, it's definitely useless.

The zombies made by those mortals, even if they were tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, would not be able to enter the border of Daqian, and would only be exterminated by those people.

But this zombie is never a means of attack, but a consolation and threat.

Kill all the mortals here, this most important mortal dynasty, doesn't it cast a rat taboo?

Maybe that's how they can survive here.

After all, although there are a large number of sects here, if they really cultivate, there are not so many casualties, at least within tens of thousands of years, mortals will not be able to die.

They don't know how to recuperate like the former Central Plains sect, they only know how to absorb or eat people, but it doesn't matter, they are going to die anyway, so what do you pay attention to recuperation, it is better to go on like this.

If he really can last for tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years, maybe he can still think about soaring.

Otherwise, it would be better to stay here for so long than to be wiped out in an instant.

If it must be destroyed, then bring the mortals to be destroyed together, so that the last plan of this great cadre will fail!

But the more he thought about it, the more sad the old evil king felt.

When did mortals, who were regarded as cultivation resources, begin to become their reliance and bargaining chips?

This kind of existence, in the past, it was completely uncared for, no one cared about what mortals were like, and it was a normal thing to use it for cultivation, just like the grass that can be seen everywhere on the prairie, and the stones everywhere in the mountains, this kind of thing.

Who's going to threaten people with these things?

But now, it has to be like this.

It's just that

"It's just wishful thinking on my part, maybe." The old evil king shook his head and sighed with emotion.

"Yes, but it's just wishful thinking."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

The old evil king subconsciously replied, "You think so too, Wuji"

Just after speaking, he was stunned, the voice was not Wuji.

He quickly turned his head and saw Wuji standing there stunned, and the shadow that was illuminated by the light suddenly elongated and covered Wuji's feet, causing his eyes to lose focus and become like a puppet.

The sound came from Wuji's mouth, but it didn't look like it at all.

"Evil ways."

The boy spoke hoarsely, his voice became ethereal, and the shadow under his feet climbed upward.

"Shadow. You're Saturday Party! The old evil king was surprised.

"Well, there are still people who know me, and it's really the remnant."

The young man sneered: "It's good to know me, Senior Brother has an order, and he is about to clean up the last evil way, don't be stubborn and stubborn, we know all about the evil methods of the Ten Thousand Zombie Gate, but we don't want Senior Brother to take action personally, you'd better know how to lift it up, and take someone to cut yourself, lest Senior Brother come in person and let you fall into the pain of no return." ”

"You"

The old evil king's face became gloomy, "Is that one going to come in person?" ”

"Of course, my senior brother must be thinking of mortals, but he couldn't pull away before, and now, my senior brother has kung fu, but it's all done, I don't want my senior brother to come again, doesn't that seem like we're useless?"

The young man spoke ethereally: "So I came here and gave you a choice, don't make a mistake, take advantage of the present time to die quickly, maybe the divine soul can still be lured to the chaos court in the Chaos Sea, leaving a glimmer of life." Otherwise, you won't have anything left! ”

(End of chapter)