"Ji Hong!"

"The old man will kill you in his lifetime!"

"Kill Ji Hong!"

"Kill Ji Hong!"

Roars were endless, and the spearhead was directed at Ji Hong.

"This king, wait for you."

Ji Hong chuckled, coughed a little weakly, just grabbed the picture scroll like this, and turned to leave.

With the withdrawal of the demon god, the battle of the Eight Senses ended, and the demon beast attacked again.

The war has not stopped.

After making sure that there was no other danger, the old white ape finally did not shrink in the corner, but rushed to the front line, looking fierce!

Blood has even stained its hair red!

This smiling and submissive old white ape on weekdays is like a fierce god at this time!

Especially after absorbing a drop of mixed divine beast blood, its strength has improved again, but it seems to be fierce, but it always deliberately dodges the seven senses of the Terran Ink Academy, and always picks people with comparable strength in the reserve to fight.

But even so, the old white ape doesn't look too good.

Even so, it didn't take a step back, and its face went crazy.

"Everyone!"

"How dare you... Fight again? ”

Qi Changshan's originally cold face had no emotion at this time, he raised his head indifferently, his face was gloomy, he looked at the remaining few god clan patriarchs in mid-air, grinned, and said with a sneer.

Looking at Qi Changshan, who went out of the city last night and pretended to be forced, at this moment, even these people were not sure whether he was pretending last night.

It could also be the second trap of the Terrans.

Moreover, today's patriarch of the Twelve Divine Clans, the fall of the third, is already a major loss for the Heavenly Dome Stream, and it is useless to continue fighting.

"I'm coming!"

A dull voice sounded, and a demon lord from the outer realm walked out, his eyes full of ambition and some excitement.

"Ruthless?"

The red dragon, who barely survived and was still staring at it gluttonously, frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

This demon, who does not belong to any vassal of the god clan, can be regarded as having a firm foothold on the periphery of this demon domain with his ruthlessness, and can barely be a demon lord in a resource-poor area.

Now he has stepped forward at this time.

Perhaps this is the silent result of the merit system.

Ruthlessness is only the first one, and there may be more demon lords in the follow-up who will fight with their lives!

Just like that Ji Hong, today's battle, even if he is registered in the eyes of the demon god!

Under normal circumstances, they would still be able to suppress it with their identity as the patriarch of the Twelve Divine Clans, but now that they have just been hit hard, how can they speak.

"Come!"

Qi Changshan didn't say much, but indifferently rose into the air and fought with the deer.

One is full of resentment, and the other is ambitious.

As soon as the two clashed, it was a move to fight for their lives, and the fighting style was fierce and fierce.

"Who else dares to fight?"

"I'm coming!"

The second battlefield was opened, and under the constraints of the convention, the two battles of the Eight Senses started again.

Space shocks, energy, demonic energy, constantly diffuse, surging.

Halfway through the day, the scorching sun hung in the sky, but it was strangely snowing.

As soon as the snow fell, it melted into the blood.

This scene reflects the redness of the demon pass.

……

Yu Mo sat in the conference room, due to signal problems, the picture was fixed on Ji Hong at this time, motionless.

Looking at the cold face, and the sentence 'Congratulations for the demon clan' just shouted, Yu Mo was a little silent, and even the room became depressed.

"Heh..."

"Worthy of my master."

"Even the path we took was the same."

"Perhaps, the darkness should be more suitable for us."

After a long time, Yu Mo laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head slightly, and no longer looked at the stuck picture.

The first battle of this human race will no longer be variable.

Terran... Victory!

Or even at least it seems, a big win.

"But..."

"This is just the beginning."

Yu Mo pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

The busy office suddenly fell silent, and all eyes quietly looked at Yu Mo.

"Use the Moge account to make an announcement."

"The First Battle of the Terrans..."

"Old Sun alone fought against the six patriarchs of the Heavenly Dome Stream, broke through the Nine Jue in battle, and killed the three demons!"

"The demon god is invincible to the power of Sun Lao, retreat!"

"Terran... Victory! ”

As Yu Mo's voice fell, cheers rang out in the office.

Yu Mo just watched calmly, without joy or sorrow.

"We..."

"Let's go to the Demon Suppression Pass."

"Even if I am a cripple, I will be a cripple of the six senses after all."

Yu Mo turned his head, looked at the Confucian student looking at the sky in the corner, and spoke softly.

Confucius was stunned for a moment, got up, and without saying a word, he pushed the wheelchair and gradually walked away, leaving the heavenly group.

"Chu Huai, when I was away, the light group was handed over to you."

"If something happens to the Terrans, something happens to you."

Yu Mo was gone, but his voice still echoed in the office.

Sitting in the corner, Chu Huai, who was bored playing with the computer, didn't even bother to raise his head, just kept scrolling through the web page.

"The comment area below this video is a bit weird."

"A few comments, like typing out of the keyboard, kind of interesting..."

"Heh..."

"Little Liu, help me decipher it."

While speaking, Chu Huai copied the web link and threw it into a chat group, and Aite Xiaoliu.

He was replied with an OK gesture.

……

At this time, Yu Sheng finally rubbed to the edge of the Thousand Miles Demon Plain, but it was clear that it was not far away, but Yu Sheng stopped acting.

With a strong intuition, he always had a feeling of unease.

It's as if some terrifying presence is staring at the area.

"This time, I should be rewarded for the prestige of my demon clan."

"I hope that in the future, this god will hear more about you."

In the void, a voice rang out.

Ji Hong, who had retreated from the battlefield, had appeared near here at some point, he sat weakly in a stone forest, coughing lightly.

A drop of pure divine beast blood, from high in the sky... Slowly fell in front of him.