The Demon Suppressor suddenly became windy.

The bare bones and legs also cracked weirdly, and then they got bigger and bigger.

In the end, it collapsed with a bang.

The upper body of the demon body returned to the ground at an unimaginable speed, rubbing against the deep hole in the ruins, splashing countless smoke and dust.

Li Yuan snorted, raised his hands to cover his face, and retreated quickly.

Luo Tianxing and the others were even more embarrassed, their bodies were hit one after another, and they vomited blood and fell to the ground.

An angry roar rang through the sky.

From the sky, to the deep holes.

Like thunder and lightning, it finally returns to the empty underground.

The demon body of the previous moment was like a puppet, grabbed by a pair of giant hands, and then twisted and pulled hard.

Then, the hands let go.

That puppet is Xuanwu.

The owner of the hands, only a few people know who it is.

Ahri raised his cat's paws and covered his eyes, unable to bear to see a divine beast of the same level as himself being treated like a puppet.

That picture.

It's too miserable.

…

The demon body descended from the sky.

Naturally, it lost control and could not return to the ground again.

The streets around the Demon Suppressor Division were flattened by its massive body.

Bang.

The deafening sound spread to the entire Chang'an City, and every citizen's ears felt like thunder.

In a matter of moments, many people passed out.

Chang'an City ushered in the most violent earth dragon turnover, and countless buildings collapsed in an instant.

It's been a long time.

The dust cleared.

The officials of the Demon Suppression Division and Yu Linwei had already retreated to a very far place, but they were still affected.

Standing at the forefront, Li Yuan was covered in mud, and red blood oozed from his forehead.

The powerhouses of the Connected Void Realm are so embarrassed, you can imagine how powerful the demon body hit the ground this time.

A few years ago, someone saw the Buddha statue collapse in the Hanging Temple, and it was not as palpitating as it is today.

Li Yuan returned to the ruins of the Demon Suppression Division and looked at the location of the Demon Prison.

Several large pits of great depth were scattered on the ground, and the pits were full of people, like a pool of water.

It was full of tyrannical atmosphere, and it was difficult for ordinary people to get close to it.

Monsters could be seen boiling, tumbling, and then sinking in the pool.

The suppression of the Demon Hell is naturally the Demon Body.

Naturally, this place is full of monsters.

Ten miles deep underground, I couldn't see my fingers.

But there was a strange glimmer of light ahead.

The light shone beside the abyss, beside the river Styx, far away, illuminating the flowing waters.

The wind blew the Demon Lord's robes, and the hunt sounded.

The once ink-like robe was full of blood.

His stature is not tall, nor short, and his face is very ordinary, but his bearing is extremely solemn, like a heavenly king.

The Demon Lord looked silently at the River Styx, where it was born.

He watched it with great devotion.

Everyone yearns to go back to their childhood hometown.

The same goes for demons.

Even if he is such an existence that has transcended heaven and earth, he will still have this homesickness.

This emotion makes it think about the other side of the River Styx all the time.

So, the Demon Lord turned into a bridge and connected it to the River Styx.

Countless terrifying rivers are washing over the bridge, making the solid bridge crumbling.

I don't know how long it took, but the churning of the river gradually subsided, and countless rubble fell on both sides of the River Styx.

The Demon Lord looked at the other side of the River Styx with some reluctance. Turned to look at this side.

At this time, Xuanwu was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, and he looked extremely desolate.

Looking at the Demon Lord, the old man's expression was a little surprised, and he asked, "Are you really, coming out?" ”

The Demon Lord smiled, "Yes." ”

The old man sighed, sat on the ground, and was silent.

Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing, and said, "What if you come out, it's just going from one cage to another." ”

The Demon Lord said seriously, "That's different. ”

"I have been in your womb for nine thousand years, cut off from heaven and earth, scorched by your true fire day and night, and for thousands of years you have become weaker and weaker."

The Demon Lord was still smiling, and there was no change in his mood from the old man's words.

"You've lived for too long, and your soul can actually turn into a physical entity and leave your body, but you still can't leave this world, and it's even difficult to leave this city."

"Otherwise, you have already killed that guy, how can you be reduced to the current situation, the reason why I didn't show up is to let those who are hiding on the side see, no one can trap me."

Xuanwu sighed: "It seems, I'm really stupid, no wonder that dead cat keeps saying that we are all brainless, and now, I don't know that we have no face, and even our lives may be gone." ”

The Demon Lord shook his head and continued, "You can't die, and neither will I. ”

"Over the years, human beings have imprisoned countless strong people in your body, but I have absorbed my spiritual power, and my strength has now recovered almost, and more importantly, they have shattered my body, and my last shackles are gone."

Xuanwu's face became more and more dazed, and it realized that it could no longer understand what the Demon Lord was saying.

The two lived together for nine thousand years, but in the end, the demon body was destroyed, and he was also broken by the spirit of that guy.

He really couldn't think of any way for the Demon Lord to leave the powerhouses of the human race.

While the two were talking, the Demon Lord kept standing with his hands in his hands, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

Suddenly, countless tiny demonic fires appeared from his body.

If you look closely, you can see that those demon fires are like a person, a very small fire man, and in the swaying firelight, each fire man's facial features are distorted.

Each one of them is a demon lord.

Looking at this scene, Xuanwu's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

The Demon Lord smiled without saying a word, stretched out his right hand at will, and waved it lightly in front of him, like a king on the battlefield, commanding the army under his command.

Countless demonic fires, incarnated into countless small demon lords, marched forward against the wind, thinking about the exit of the deep cave and flew away, and then quickly disappeared.

It didn't take long for those to come to the Demon Suppression Division, which was inside the Xuanwu Body.

Those corners, or the places where they were cut by the Guiru Sword, or where they collapsed, were all wounds left by Su Qingming in Xuanwu's body.

The inextinguishable sword qi intertwined at the wound, constantly making the body become broken.

Those little demon fires didn't stop for the slightest, and they thought about drilling through the wounds.

A snort rang out.

The wounds were ignited by demonic fire, and there was no ghostly light, like ghostly fire drifting from a mass grave.

The night was illuminated by the demonic fire, and the evil cultivators and demon cultivators who were imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Division woke up and crowded into the cage, looking at the little demonic fire, their eyes showing greed.

In the deepest part of the Demon Suppression Division, the Demon Lord looked at Xuanwu and did not speak.

He stood here, and he had already gone somewhere else.

The battle has begun.

This is the real magic power of the Demon Realm King.

Xuanwu's face turned extremely pale, and the pain made his face begin to distort, and he said in a trembling voice, "Why are you doing this? ”

The Demon Lord said calmly: "There is a saying in the human race, with the way of the other, give back to the other, what you did back then, I will naturally return it now." ”

If Su Qingming were here, he would definitely feel that this guy didn't look like a demon, but a human.

Because only people have such thoughts.

Back then, the Demon Lord came to the human world and was ready to discuss with the human race how to break the shackles of heaven and earth, but he didn't expect that when he was communicating with those strong people, he was shamelessly besieged, and then he was locked up in the Demon Suppression Division.

This level is 9,000 years.

Blossoming flowers are virtual, but gloomy and empty is real.

For nine thousand years, there was no fighting, no sound, but every day he had to endure endless torture.

Those evil cultivators and demon cultivators chattered endlessly.

The longing for the Demon Realm, the longing for that throne.

Today, the Demon Lord is going to end some of this suffering, and at the same time, he wants to return it.

For Xuanwu, Su Qingming's Returning to the Ruins Sword didn't hurt it much.

But the Demon Lord's Demon Fire is even more powerful.

In just an instant, the old man's face was as pale as a dead man.

Those subtle wounds were already painful and unbearable, and they were burned by the demonic fire again, even if it was one of the four great divine beasts, it couldn't bear it.

Only then did the old man realize that he should not have cooperated with the Terrans nine thousand years ago.

Because, it doesn't have much time to wait for the Terran powerhouse to come.

As soon as possible, they were already about to reach Chang'an City.

And Xuanwu can also let them into his body at any time.

When the time comes, even the Demon Lord will not be able to withstand the siege of so many strong people of the human race.

But will he be able to endure the devouring and burning of these demonic fires?

"Stop."

Xuanwu looked at the Demon Lord and said sincerely, the old man's eyes were full of pleading.

…

…

The dust rises.

Powerful spells are cast.

The cracks in the ground gradually turned into a backwater.

The water in the pit was drying up, and you could see the figure underground.

Li Yuan put away the spell and walked to the deep cave again, feeling that the breath of Xuanwu's body was a little weak, but fortunately, the vitality was already vigorous.

He looked at the weak monk behind him and asked, "Has the saint arrived?" ”

The weak monk came from the Haixia School Palace, was a strong man of Confucianism, and was the prince and young master of the Tang Dynasty, or the emperor.

Master Xun sensed for a moment, nodded and said, "Ten breaths." ”

Hearing this, Liyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he knew that the mountain lord of the Valley of No Return, who had already been the saint, had finally arrived.

…

The morning sun rises.

Patches of clouds were stained with layers of red, and then sprinkled all over the western sky.

Man coexists with heaven and earth.

The Tao is natural, and the world is safe.

The person who emerges from the clouds is naturally the saint who controls the heavenly context.

King Sage.

After a while, a shadow suddenly appeared in the east, obscuring the rising sun.

The shadow was extremely dark, but it made people feel dignified and full of righteousness.

Because many people recognize it.

It is an inkstone.

An inkstone used by literati and writers to write their articles.

Since ancient times, writing has made people feel righteous.

This inkstone is the treasure of the town palace of the Haixia School Palace, the mountain and river inkstone.

Along with the treasures, it is natural that the saints of the school palace are the saints.

Xuegong has always had a close relationship with Datang, and it is also very close to Chang'an City, so he came very quickly.

It stands to reason that if something like this happened in Chang'an City, he should have come directly to the Demon Suppression Division, but he didn't know why he stayed in the outer heavens.

Not for fear of disturbing the mortal people.

It's because the human array in Chang'an City has not been opened.

I don't know if the Demon Suppression Division forgot about it, or if there was something else going on.

For the Saints of the Academy Palace and the Mountain Lord of the Returnless Valley, it was not very difficult to break the human array, but they would not do it.

Because, this is the Tang Dynasty, and the Son of Heaven is still watching in Daming Palace.

No one dares to disrespect that Majesty.

The agreement between the Seven Holy Lands and the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty was not respected.

Because those people are also their own ancestors, the ancestors who first maintained the stability of the Great Wilderness.

They dare not be disrespectful.

Of course, there is also a part of the reason that Chang'an City has become very quiet.

The mountain lord of the Valley of No Return sensed Xuanwu's divine sense and knew that things were not out of control, so he would stand in the sky with Wang Shengren, overlooking the world, and watching the movements of the Demon Suppression Division.

If something happens again, they will naturally not care about anything, and they will directly suppress the abnormality.

There is such a major event in Chang'an City today, and these top figures in the Great Wilderness have naturally calculated the antecedents.

Daming Palace.

Zhang Xiang was shocked by the successive events, and came to the Son of Heaven with a somewhat tired body, and asked in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, is it...."

He has been in charge of the Tang Dynasty for decades, and he is very familiar with the Demon Suppression Division, and he has vaguely guessed why the demon body appeared and how it retreated miserably.

The Son of Heaven looked in the direction of the Demon Suppression Division, his expression was indifferent, and he did not answer.

Zhang Xiang was shocked and thought, could it be that Su Qingming infiltrated the Demon Suppression Division to rescue the demon head nine thousand years ago.

Otherwise, why did he just flee, and the divine beast followed, otherwise why would His Majesty not care so much?

Su Qingming is a disciple of the Sword Sect, why would he meddle in the affairs of the Tang Dynasty?

The Son of Heaven still didn't speak, but just motioned for Dugu to return to his palace.

Next to the ruins of the Demon Suppressor.

Luo Tianxing said in a low voice: "The human array seems to have forgotten to be lifted, and it seems to be a little disrespectful to the Lord of Lin Mountain and the King Sage, do you want to..."

The guard of the Demon Suppression Division made it impossible for Zhang Gongzi to forget to lift the big array and stop those seniors outside.

The reason for 'forgot' is that someone made him forget.

Zhang Xiang of Daming Palace guessed something, so he would be careful so that His Majesty would not be too ugly.

Zhang Gongzi's words are slight, how dare he speak out.

The Son of Heaven of Daming Palace did not walk down the steps, but said lightly: "Wait." ”

From beginning to end, he didn't look at the sky.

Whether it is the mountain and river inkstone from the west, or the jade Ruyi from the east.

Zhang Xiang understood the meaning of the Son of Heaven and became even more uneasy.

He is the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and he is the honor of one person and above ten thousand people, and his status in the outer court is extremely high.

But the two who were blocked by the Great Human Array in Chang'an City were not ordinary.

Lord Lin is one of the few powerhouses in the creation stage in the world, one of the three leaders of the Daomen, and a recognized immortal.

And Wang Shengren is even more amazing, seeing the great wilderness, peach and plum all over the world, which continent and that house do not have students from the Haixia School Palace?

A casual word from the two of them can cause the mountains and rivers to shake.

In terms of identity, there is not much difference between the two people outside the sky and the identity of the Tang Emperor.

Zhang Xiang's forehead was full of sweat, even in this kind of spring and summer handover day, he didn't have to say anything.

It seems to be getting hotter today.