"In the past three years, I still hope that the Lord of Ji Mountain and the Deputy Mountain Lord of the White Ape will be in the Sky Dome Stream, with me..."

"Re-planning the Demon Domain!"

The eight-tailed fox was equally sincere, corporal Lixian, very modest, and bowed to the old white ape.

The old white ape's footsteps were staggered, and the two looked friendly.

That sense of intimacy with each other makes those who know the inside story shudder.

Ji Hong still sat in the distance, not saying a word.

But its image of being strong and suppressing the human race has been deeply imprinted in the minds of all demon races.

Even the demon gods hidden in mid-air were very satisfied with Ji Hong.

As long as Ji Hong does not have the heart to be promoted to the demon god, it will be the sharpest gun in the hands of these demon gods.

As for the anger in its heart, it gradually subsided with the old white ape's words.

Truly.

As the old white ape said, three years later, the human race... And how?

They have been waiting for more than 100 years, let alone another three years.

In this battle, they have seen the dawn of hope.

So looking at it again, this failure is not unacceptable.

Similarly, this result is also the best result for the old white ape, Ji Hong.

After all, the eight-tailed fox is deeply ingrained and is not a fool, and after making a mistake, it quickly begins to redeem the results of failure.

In this case, it is very difficult to beat it to death with a stick.

It may even be destroyed if the eight-tailed fox dies and the net is broken.

Instead of this, it is better to push the boat down the river and pass the steps.

The eight-tailed fox kept his position, and he and Ji Hong entered the heavenly dome stream.

In the next three years, on the battlefield of Tianqiong Stream, it will be the time to truly fight for the death.

……

The Demon Domain, just retreated.

Silent.

But the strange thing is that their departure is not embarrassing, but majestic, with great confidence, looking back at this town demon pass, as if to imprint it in their minds.

Until the next time he returns, he will be destroyed by his own hands.

Under the speech of the old white ape, the eight-tailed fox, they are full of fighting spirit, and... I'm looking forward to that day.

Looking at the demon beasts that receded like a tide, there was a moment of silence at the Demon Control Gate.

After that, a shout rang out!

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair and breathed a sigh of relief, his arm on the armrest was trembling slightly, and he could intuitively feel the tension in his heart.

"Fight for these three years..."

"Perhaps..."

"Everything can be rewritten..."

calmed down a little, and Yu Mo's eyes burst out with an incomparably confident light!

The light is so intense!

Perhaps in the eyes of the eight-tailed fox, in this battle, all of Yu Mo's plans are just to be undefeated.

Even the old white ape felt the same way.

But only Yu Mo himself knows how important this three-year quiet period is to the entire human race!

Important to...

Maybe it can turn the existing pattern upside down!

In the distance, on the demon plain, a thin figure was shuttling across the plain, rushing in the direction of the Demon Pass.

The figure's face was still pale, and it looked like it had not healed from a serious injury.

"The rest of your life?"

"It looks like it's suffered a lot of twists and turns.... Yes!!! ”

"You... Sh... Why..."

Suddenly, Yu Mo rose into the air and fell towards the bottom of the Demon Suppression Pass.

"Below... And the poison gas has not yet dispersed! ”

"You're murder..."

Yu Mo's mournful voice continued to echo in midair.

Even the rest of his life in the distance, who was rushing back, subconsciously stopped and looked in this direction.

"Didn't you say that seeing the rest of your life come back, you put you in a dangerous situation, and then move him?"

Confucian was a little puzzled.

Obviously, he didn't understand that he was obviously doing what Yu Mo asked, but he still said that what he did was wrong.

"The question is..."

"Didn't I say later that the plan was cancelled!!

Yu Mo barely controlled the energy, allowing himself to float in mid-air, and the next step was the abyss of poisonous gas.

Cold sweat continued to drip down his forehead.

"Didn't you cancel your plan and not go back to Mexico City first?"

Confucian scholars became even more confused.

Yu Mo gritted his teeth, resisted the idea of wanting to kill, and took a deep breath: "I... Fast... Let me go up, go up and say..."

"The power of your rules, I can't stop it!"

A simple smile appeared on Confucius's face: "It's okay, even if you fall to your death, I can meditate on you!" ”

.....

Although he said this, Confucius still dragged Yu Mo up.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, sweat running down his face.

As a wise man, he never dreamed that one day he would almost die in such an inexplicable place.

Incomprehensible!

The soldiers in the reserve in the distance watched the scene gloatingly, occasionally muttering something to each other.

Yu Mo's face was dark, and he glared at Confucius fiercely, and then he pushed the wheelchair and turned to leave.

Originally, I wanted to pretend to be a wave in front of the rest of my life, and by the way, I brushed up on my favorability.

But after experiencing the kind of scene just now, and then staying, the only one who is embarrassed is himself.

Unlike Liu Qingfeng and Sun Yingying, they all carefully planted the seeds of light in their hearts for the rest of their lives, and tried to open a gap in the closed door of their hearts.

But Yu Mo is standing at the door and kicking with his feet.

As long as he finds a little opportunity, the past is a kick, whether he can open it or not, kick it first.

So that's why it often happens...

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, very serious, and said impassioned words inexplicably.

"Push faster!"

"A bunch of people are watching!"

"The character of my great demon king can't collapse!"

"If it collapses, all the work will be wasted!"

Yu Mo covered his face, squeezed out his voice between his teeth, and kept talking.

Confucius pushed the wheelchair so slowly, and gradually moved away, this scene was inexplicably a little more joyful in the solemn atmosphere of the demon suppression.