Looking at the sparse and sparse more than a hundred stone statues, Lan Qing's face was a little dull, thinking that at the beginning, these were the core army of their Holy Demon Legion, but now they are all asleep forever with the fall of the Fire Demon.

Thinking of the unrivaled Holy Demon Legion at the beginning, and then looking at the fact that it is not what it looks like in his hands now, Lan Qing's eyes are full of some decadence.

Walked to the stone chair at the front and slowly sat down, the first chair of the Holy Demon Legion, he always felt that he was completely unqualified to sit on it! The Holy Demon Legion was in his hands, and it was completely devoid of the majesty of the year.

Quietly looking at the stone statues in front of him, Lan Qing sighed again and again, the Holy Demon Legion is gone.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and his eyes suddenly stared at the air in front of him, as if there was something there.

Under his gaze, the space there distorted slightly, and then a figure slowly walked out.

It was a gray-black skeleton figure, exuding a vast aura from the ancient desolation, and a skeletal face loomed under the gray-black desolate aura.

When he saw this person, Lan Qing's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Demon Saint, what are you doing here?" Standing up from his seat, Lan Qing said coldly at the gray and black figure.

This person was a member of the former Holy Demon Legion, the Flood Demon Saint, who had left the Holy Demon Legion after failing to compete with the Flame Demon for the position of leader.

"Tut-tut! Lan Qing, you're a little embarrassed with the army of the Holy Demon Legion? Under the desolation, a hoarse voice sounded, with some sarcasm in his tone.

Lan Qing's brows furrowed, in order to avoid being discovered by the people of the Mother Ring Guardian Regiment, after the original battle, he led the army of the Holy Demon Legion to look for a hiding place, and now this endless abyss is a temporary headquarters, and he will change his position again in the near future.

"What does my Holy Demon Legion have to do with you!" Lan Qing also snorted coldly.

"Hehe! Anyway, I am also one of the founders of the Holy Demon Legion, how can I watch the Holy Demon Legion decline?" The Flood Desolation Demon Saint smiled coldly, and then said: "There is no Flame Demon, there is no Shadow, the Demon Emperor also died at the hands of Hui Xuanzi, and the Demon God Army of the Holy Demon Blood Tower also fell asleep with the Flame Demon, and the Holy Demon Legion ...... Now there is a need for a true Commander, one who can lead the entire Legion of the Holy Demon back to prosperity. ”

As he spoke, the Flood Desolation Demon Saint stared at Lan Qing with a pair of hellish death-like eyes, "Obviously, you are not this kind of leader, you don't have such strength!"

The meaning of his words is obvious, he is now looking for it, just to lead the Holy Demon Legion.

"So, that's what you're here for?" A gloom flashed in Lan Qing's eyes, how could he hand over the Holy Demon Legion to this person who was no longer a Holy Demon Legion?

"Lan Qing, it turns out that you can't lead the Holy Demon Legion! The Flood Desolation Demon Saint sneered.

"Hahahaha! Lan Qing laughed, and the next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the Flood Desolation Demon Saint, "You chose to leave the Holy Demon Legion at the beginning! Where were you when my Holy Demon Legion was slaughtering all directions? Where were you during the Battle of the Mother Ring? Now that Lord Yan Demon has fallen, you take the opportunity to occupy the Holy Demon Legion? Aren't you ashamed? How can I submit to a villain like you with my Holy Demon Legion?"

Lan Qing's loud laughter made the Dehong Desolate Demon Saint die quietly.

The defeat to the Flame Demon was the greatest shame in his life, and it was the most hideous scar on his heart! He was an ancient Flood Demon Saint, but he failed to sit on the leadership of the Holy Demon Legion, which was the most unwilling thing he had ever been most unwilling to do.

This silence lasted for more than ten seconds before he slowly spoke: "Holy Demon Legion, strength is respected! Lanqing, I'll only give you one chance, the position of commander, give it to me obediently!"

Lan Qing's face was resolute, and in the depths of his eyes, the killing intent had begun to boil, and he only spit out two words: "Don't think!"

"Well, in that case, your head will be the reason for the Holy Demon Legion's tens of millions of troops to submit to me. The Flood Desolation Demon Saint snorted coldly, and the gray-black qi waves on his body roared wildly.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The power of the ancient desolation surged out from his body wildly, and he slowly raised his skeletal palm, and between the gray-black qi waves, he struck towards Lan Qing with one palm!

This palm seemed to be slow, but it made Lan Qing have nowhere to dodge, only the thunder and lightning rolled out all over his body, and he took it out with a punch.

The dry bone hand was imprinted like the palm of the god of death! Above Lan Qing's fist, rolling thunder and lightning were condensed, and it blasted over like an unstoppable bison.

Boom!

The fists and palms struck, and there was a loud bang, and the entire Ten Thousand Feet Blood Tower trembled, and the power of thunder and lightning and the desolation burst out on the ninth layer, looking from a distance, in this endless dark abyss, exuding dazzling brilliance.

Fortunately, this is the Holy Demon Blood Tower of the Holy Demon Legion, otherwise I am afraid that it would have already turned into powder.

Boom...... Boom!

The wave of qi rolled wildly on the ninth layer, and the next moment, Lan Qing's figure shot out backwards and smashed into the ground!

"With your strength, how can you be in charge of the Holy Demon Legion?" The gray-black qi wave rolled, and the Flood Desolate Demon Beast did not stop, and its body immediately pressed up.

Lan Qing also reacted immediately, and suddenly turned over, and the colorful thunder and lightning all over his body gushed out without concealment, and bombarded out towards the Flood Desolation Demon Saint frantically.

However, in the face of Lan Qing's terrifying attack, the Flood Desolation Demon Saint did not have the slightest pressure! In the unhindered dodge of his body, another palm slammed into Lan Qing's chest.

Boom!

With a slap of the palm, Lan Qing's mouth spurted blood and shot out, slamming into a stone statue and falling to the ground along with the stone statue.

"Don't forget, you're just in the Extreme God Realm!" the Flood Desolate Demon Saint snorted coldly, still not stopping, he was going to take off Lan Qing's head now, and then tell the entire Holy Demon Legion that he was the new leader.

"Hehe, what if you have surpassed the Extreme God Realm, when you were in front of Lord Flame Demon, you were still like an ant!" Lan Qing stood up, and the earth-destroying thunder and lightning power tumbled out of his body, rushing towards the Flood Demon Holy Explosion.

Hearing Lan Qing's words, the Flood Desolation Demon Saint was even more angry, and in the skull eyes, the killing intent boiled.

The power of the desolation roared out, and he saw Lan Qing attacking.

Bang bang bang......

One move after another, Lan Qing's figure shot out again and again.

Although his strength was the top existence in the Extreme God Realm, the Flood Desolation Demon Saint was always an existence beyond the Extreme God Realm, and he was naturally not an opponent.

But if he were to hand over the Holy Demon Legion to the Flood Demon Saint like this, he would be willing to die.

Rumble...... Boom!

There was another violent impact, and Lan Qing's figure shot out again, knocking over several stone statues.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, Lan Qing's eyes were bloodshot, he knew that he was not the opponent of the Flood Desolation Demon Saint, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely die.

But there was still no retreat in his eyes, even if he died today, he was not afraid.

Half-squatting on the ground with his body propped up, Lan Qing raised his head to look at the Flood Desolation Demon Saint, and roared, "Holy Demon Legion, no one will surrender to you. ”

"If others are as stubborn as you, then I will naturally cut off their heads one by one!" said the cold voice of the Flood Demon Saint.

The next moment, he raised his palm, and the gray-brown desolate aura condensed into a desolate giant python around him. Planned to take Lanqing's life with this move.

Lan Qing was no longer able to stand up, his eyes were fixed on the Flood Desolation Demon Saint, with determination in his eyes! He knew that the time of death had come, and now he only regretted that he was not strong enough, and that he was incapable of leading the Holy Demon Legion.

Airplanes!

At this moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and Lan Qing frowned slightly, turning his head to look at the stone statue lying on the ground.

I saw that under the petrified armor of the stone statue, a pair of fiery red eyes suddenly opened.

"It's ......"

This sudden scene made Lan Qing's face change drastically! How could it be? This battle puppet was resurrected?

Only the Fire Demon can resurrect them, what's going on?

Buzz Buzz......

Just when Lan Qing was shocked, another buzzing sound sounded around him, and the eyes of the entire ninth layer, more than a hundred stone statues, all suddenly opened, and the blood was magnificent.

Whoa......

Immediately afterwards, all the stone statues actually moved, whether they fell to the ground or stood in place, they all suddenly knelt down in one direction.

Lan Qing's gaze hurriedly looked in that direction!

The Flood Desolation Demon Saint was also shocked by this sudden scene, he stopped his hand, and suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of these stone statues kneeling.

When Lan Qing and the Flood Desolation Demon Saint's gaze fell on the sacred stone chair, they couldn't help but shrink their pupils.

I saw that on the stone chair, I don't know when a figure was already sitting there!

The man was covered in blood-red firelight, his blood-red hair fluttered with the flames, his face was like a precipitated stagnant water, and a pair of fiery red eyes were staring at the Flood Desolation Demon Saint.

"Flint...... Cooking?"

The Flood Desolation Demon Saint almost exclaimed, wasn't that the Flame Demon? How could he ......

Wasn't he dead? Didn't he die with the Sword Master in the Shura Path? Why did he suddenly appear here? Wasn't he dead?

Lan Qing also looked incredulous at this time, the shock was so shocking that he couldn't speak, and then after the shock, his expression suddenly became ecstatic! It's the Flame Demon, the leader of the Holy Demon Legion, the Flame Demon, he didn't die, he came back.

"Demon Saint, why did you come to my Holy Demon Blood Tower, do you want to return to the Holy Demon Legion?"

On the stone chair, the Flame Demon raised his palm, a blood-colored flame flowed between his fingers, and then suddenly shot towards the Flood Demon Saint!

The Flood Desolation Demon Saint was suddenly so frightened by that small flame that he couldn't help but tremble!

However, just as fear rose in his heart, the small flame stopped in front of him, and then suddenly turned into a majestic flame power and exploded in all directions!

When this power spread, the half-kneeling stone statue, the petrified body gradually returned to its original appearance...