"But as things stand, he's getting more and more dangerous."

"The demon clan doesn't know what the situation is this time, it's the same as chicken blood, there is no intention of stopping at all, and the blockade is still very tight."

"It's too late to escape for the rest of your life now, and if you delay it any longer..."

Zhong Yushu didn't finish his words, but his expression was a little worried.

But Yu Mo shook his head slightly: "I believe that for the rest of my life, I will be sure of doing things for the rest of my life, if he doesn't leave, he will naturally have a reason not to go." ”

"Then we..."

"What should I do now?"

"I really can't figure out how to break the situation for the rest of my life in this situation."

Zhong Yushu was a little puzzled.

Yu Mo didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly, fell into deep thought, frowned, and was guessing the thoughts of the rest of his life, and after a while, he raised his head again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "The demon clan is dragging time, and he is also dragging time!" ”

"He's waiting, waiting for the Terrans to !!"

"Not only does the Demon Domain have demon masters, but our human race also has Eight Senses!"

"It's just that I've just been bound by the mentality that I've always been alone for the rest of my life, and I haven't considered the possibility of support."

"But now that Yu Sheng dares to risk his life to save the broken army, why can't he choose to trust the Terrans and wait for the Terrans to help?"

"Time is pressing, we must move quickly!"

"If he doesn't wait for any support for the rest of his life, he may choose to return to the Terrans alone."

"But at that time, his newly established sense of belonging to the human race will also be gone!"

Yu Mo's eyes became brighter, and his voice became more and more urgent!

Zhong Yushu nodded slowly: "This mountain..."

"Leave it alone!"

"Support!"

Yu Mo took a deep breath and finally made a decision.

And Zhong Yushu is not an indecisive person, almost at the moment when Yu Mo's voice fell, he rose violently into the sky, exuding endless sharpness himself, a spear was held in his hand, and his body emitted a scarlet light.

"Terran Eight Senses!"

"Expedition!"

"Together with my Mo Pavilion Lord, the Battle Demon Domain !!"

Zhong Yushu's old voice was extremely high-pitched, constantly echoing!

While making a sound, Zhong Yushu was like a sharp long sword, sprinting towards the direction of the blockade line.

The demon town is closed.

Yuan Qingshan looked at this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression became excited: "Hehe, I'll just say..."

"Can you still watch our little pavilion master being bullied by a bunch of brutes?"

"Hahaha!!"

"Dare to provoke our little pavilion master, is it really when there is no one in the human race?"

"Up!"

Yuan Qingshan stood on the city wall, stepped in, and had already appeared a hundred meters away, unconcealing the surging energy in his body, and even firmly locked his spiritual power on the patriarch of a god clan.

Qi Changshan followed.

Because of the end of the war, most of the Eight Senses have returned to their posts, and these four Eight Senses are already the limit of what the Demon Suppression Pass can send.

But that's not the end of it.

About ten Qijue looked at each other, and their eyes were quite profound.

An old man with gray hair asked slowly, "What did Zhong Yushu say just now, how many times did you go to war?" ”

"Seven Senses!"

"I'm older, but I heard it right!"

Another old man swore an oath.

"Yes, I also listened to Qijue!"

Several other Qijue also swore and said, almost patting their chests to promise.

"So what are you waiting for!"

"Go!"

"The little ones of Liujue, keep the demon control away!"

"Something went wrong, come back, don't blame those old ghosts for beating you to death!"

They looked at the young general of Liujue with a threatening gaze, and in their bewildered eyes, they rushed out laughing equally heartily.

For a while, Dao Dao pressure continued to sweep in mid-air, determined and unparalleled, pointing directly at the demon domain.

The remaining six senses were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Until Zhao Zicheng said quietly: "Zhong Lao said before, how many times do you feel like fighting?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Atai's position, and gestured with his frantic eyes.

Atai scratched his head honestly: "I... I remember it was eight... Six Senses! ”

After feeling Zhao Zicheng's threatening gaze, Atai decisively changed his words, and Zhao Zicheng nodded with satisfaction: "So, I think we have a responsibility!" ”

"I feel like I'm close to Qijue!"

"After this battle, I should be the Seven Senses!"

"Let's..."

Zhao Zicheng said impassionedly, constantly waving his arms, and his eyes were full of war.

Until a reserve general stared at him directly: "What, let's run away, come a sixth-level demon beast, and slaughter the city, you are responsible?" ”

"Defend the city honestly!"

"If something goes wrong, those old guys won't beat you!"

"To put it mildly, when you arrive, they'll be done."