First Wang Baobao, then Zhao Tong and Xuan Jizi, why did this Prisoner Demon Peak suddenly come down and insert a kick?!

This is naturally a problem. But looking at Zhao Tong and others, leading the demon army, the demon pestle, the magic flag flying, the wooden fish dripping blood, and Ao Ji and others, fighting in the air, Wu Xuan couldn't help but be extremely excited, as if he had been holding back a breath for a long time, and finally waited for the time to vent.

Carefully probed by the divine sense, when they were fighting, the spells flew sideways, the aura was agitated, and the radiation spread to a wide range, and the monks of the Ying Tianfu side who had already been in the air without a battle were caught off guard and were also involved. In the battle left and right, the monks on the side of the Heavenly Mansion, whether it was a Yin Body Ghost Cultivator, a Confucian Monk, a Daomen Monk, a True Monk, or a Mortal Monk, had not yet reached the realm of Taishang Forgetfulness, and it didn't take long for them to simply join forces with Wang Baobao, Zhao Tong, Xuan Jizi and other demon cultivators, and fight with the powerful East China Sea Demon Cultivators.

It was dark and bright again, and countless dazzling brilliance burst out of the air, and countless deafening roars sounded. Thousands of monks, fighting in the sky, stepping on clouds, wearing halos, and strange faces and magic weapons, are like masquerade balls in later generations. Looking at it from afar, the light is bizarre, don't say that it is difficult to distinguish between humans and demons, even people and ghosts are indistinguishable, and it is difficult to distinguish between humans and demons.

On the ground, Ying Tianfu's army, seeing that all the monks in the sky had participated in the battle, and seeing that there were reinforcements in the north of Qufu City, the enemy camp in front of them was in a lot of panic, and their morale was suddenly boosted.

The battle of the heavenly monks is really vast and dazzling, almost completely covering the battle of the mundane on the ground, and Wuxu is only far away, inexplicably there are some senses, how tragic it is, but it can only be imagined and gazed.

Wu Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart for the time being, and said to Zhang Cuilu and the others, "The southeast matter is over, and the little monk has the heart to go to the north to kill the arrogance of the East China Sea Dragon Clan." I wonder if you fellow Daoists would like to help me?"

The current situation, including the fierce battle in the night sky in the north at this moment, Zhang Cuilu and the others in the nine-leaf green lotus lamp are all in their chests, and they can't help but groan when they hear Wuxu say this at this moment.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan thought, "Now the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lantern, if it is not supported by a huge power of faith, the combat power is estimated to be comparable to that of a real monk, and it will not have much effect." Moreover, in this battle, even the True Spirit Great Cultivators are also secretly concerned about manipulation, and if one is not good, their True Spirit Body is detected, it will be very bad. So, he said, "There is danger ahead, fellow Daoists, it is better to stay in the Buddha lamp and stay in the Guanyin Bodhisattva Dojo of Putuo Mountain, one is to protect oneself, and the other is to practice." I'll go back as soon as I go. With that, he hurriedly raised the Dharma Realm Dojo, hid in the void, and hurriedly flew towards the northwest.

That Zhang Cuilu and the others, seeing that Wuxu's voice fell, and the person was gone, hurriedly transmitted the sound of their divine sense, and for a while, they had to reply with the five words "rest assured that you can't die". Here, it is already a hundred miles away from Putuo Mountain, Zhang Cuilu and others have the heart to chase it, but they are afraid that they will not be able to catch up with Wuxu, who has long been gone, but they were intercepted by a great monk like Xianshan who took the opportunity to intercept it, so they had to retreat to Putuo Mountain according to Wuxu's words.

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Wuxu, flying all the way, passing through Zhenjiang and Yangzhou along the way, seeing that the ground below is also the sound of killing, countless torches converge into a long dragon, entangled with each other, and in the sky, Guo Min led a group of monks, and a group of East Sea Demon cultivators are fighting fiercely, and they are also inseparable.

Wu Xu, in the Dharma Realm Dojo, I saw Guo Minyu's figure fluttering, fighting alone with two real monks. She held a fiery red in her left hand, the fiery red, like a completely melted molten iron, scorching, flipped with its jade palm, transformed into various forms, if the mountain, then flew out of various fonts of "mountain", if water, then flew out of a variety of winding "water", each hidden mystery, a Taoist priest dressed in simple clothes, seemed to know well, and was not easy to touch, frowning, only with a short sword in his hand that was not gold and non-wood, evolved a circle of Taiji patterns. On the right side is a monk wearing a sea blue robe. This monk, with white eyebrows and empty hands, is very powerful. Guo Min pinched the sword trick in his right hand, and the jade sword divided into nine sword shadows, and countless sword qi filled the sky, forming a blue sword array. This old monk did not hurry forward, every step was sounded by the tide, and every step there was a green lotus appearing, and he actually walked leisurely and walked towards Guo Min. Guo Min's sword light and sword qi were impenetrable, and when he flew to his side, he either swept away or dispersed on his own, as if a sword pierced into the sea.

Most of this Taoist priest is a Taoist priest of the Biyou Palace in the East China Sea, and this old monk must be a master of the Haidry Temple in the East China Sea. Wuxu said secretly, looked at it stealthily for a while, saw that the old monk was getting closer and closer to Guo Min, and saw the other monks in Ying Tianfu, he was too busy to take care of himself, and after a little hesitation, he quietly flew towards the Taoist priest from behind. When he got closer, he suddenly used the Confucian Haoran Qi Heart Method, and stabbed out the iron sword used to pretend to be Song Xiong.

The Taoist priest seemed to have noticed it, and when Wuxu flew close to the sword, he suddenly slammed his body to the side, flew upside down for several feet, and at the same time stabbed at the place where Wuxu was located. He had the right timing, it was when Wuxu and Guo Min were very close, and he flew upside down, but it was Wuxu and Guo Min's two swords facing each other. If it is Wuxu or Guo Min, if one party withdraws the move, it will have to risk being injured by the other party, and if neither of them withdraws, then it only takes a moment of lightning and flint, and this Taoist priest can take advantage of the opportunity to hit Wuxu with a backhand sword.

Okay, you're a bull nose!" Wu Xuan couldn't help but curse in his heart. But I saw that Guo Min seemed to recognize Wu Xu, standing there and not dodging or dodging, but his left hand changed his moves, and the jade palm was suddenly erected, and he slapped it fiercely towards the old monk on the right.

Wu Xuan was dumbfounded, good you Guo Min, even if you recognize yourself, what is the use, the iron sword in your hand, you can't hold it anymore, do you have the ability to be born by my sword!?

The mandala realm of Lamaism, cultivators who are not much different from each other, basically cannot break through. But Wuxu is outside with the iron sword at the moment, and his breath is leaking. The Taoist priest of Bishui Palace has traces to follow. A sword intent, reversing yin and yang, is extremely slaughtering. In the Dharma Realm Dojo, there was a violent shock, and Wu Xu, who was sitting in the Dojo Tianyuan Temple, shook his body violently, and then he actually flew up, his whole body's qi and blood reversed, and his throat and eyes were sweet, and he almost couldn't help but squirt out.

At the same time, outside, in front of Guo Min's right side, the old monk of Haiku Temple, caught off guard, was also hit by the fiery red, his whole body was like in a fire, his eyebrows were burning, his face showed a look of panic, and he turned around and ran away. The Taoist priest of Biyou Palace, seeing this scene, also collected his sword and flew towards Zhenjiang Mansion City.

Wuxu withdrew the iron sword to the Dharma Realm Dojo, glanced at Guo Min with a complicated expression, and then flew away.

Guo Min, unaware, still pale as water, with a fiery red hand and a blue glow in the other, continued to rush forward.

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The sound of killing behind him is getting thinner, but the sound of killing in front is getting higher and higher, it is Tang He who led the army from Bengbu, water and land at the same time, and attacked in the starry night, but he fought with the East China Sea Demon Army in the Sihong area on the north side of Hongze Lake.

That Hongze Lake was originally the first stronghold captured by Zhao Tong when he led the troops of Chuzhou to travel thousands of miles after Zhao Tong entered the demon. The army of 20,000 people in this lake is all demonized. Even after Zhu Yuanzhang led the army to the Northern Expedition, gathered the people of Buddhism and Taoism, and made a solution, this Hongze Lake is still blue in color, the aquatic plants are like beasts, the fish and shrimp are mutated, and the atmosphere is gloomy, and at night, it is even more gloomy and lonely, like a ghost land in the devil's domain. When it comes to danger, it is no different from Poyang Lake, which buried hundreds of thousands of sailors.

But at this moment tonight, in the Sihong area on the north bank of the Hongze Lake, on and outside the lake, there are many shadows and shadows, and the sound of killing is deep. In the night mist with a faint demonic aura, the light was distorted, and everything was not very real. The tall warships, like sleeping icebergs in the night, moved slowly, and then poured down one by one, and melted one by one. On the ground, the banner was like papier-mâché, and the war horse soldiers were like wax, and the color was very light, dragging a long oblique shadow.

Everything was gray, and there was no blood red to be seen in the rain, and there was no jumping and flowing torches. The hiss, the shouts, in the cold night wind, like ghosts crying wolves, like crying like complaints.

Wu Xuan suddenly sighed, why didn't there be a monk to participate in the battle? Although the magic flag was powerful, but the monks were fighting and each performing their own spells, it would naturally be as bright and gorgeous as before, and it would not be so oppressive and gloomy.

Wu Xuan stepped forward again. Sure enough, almost no monks participated in the battle. Those few are not highly cultivated, and they are scattered among the ground army, although hundreds of thousands of people fall as soon as they make a move, but they are as small as a grain of rice.

Realize the void, step forward again, and take a closer look. Ying Tianfu's department, near Sihong, there are almost no monks. The few I saw just now were almost all from the side of the East Sea Demon Army.

Wu Xu, step forward again, probe carefully, and suddenly startled! In the direction of Huai'an, the demonic aura is like wolf smoke, if it is counted in number, I am afraid that there are more than 2,000, and there are dozens of breaths, all of which are like real people cultivating the realm! There are a few breaths, although they are bright or dark, but they make Wuxu feel inexplicably dangerous. Could it be that the more than 1,000 demon cultivators who had been sent to the southeast also gathered in Huai'an? Why did they not defend the southeast, nor did they go to the Sihong area to participate in the battle, let alone go to Qufu Yuncheng to help, so far away?

Wuxu restrained his breath and quietly flew in the direction of Huai'an. I saw the handsome ninth prince Ao Feng, leading a group of real demon cultivators, standing calmly above Huai'an, facing the direction of Qufu in the northwest, as if he was in time, talking and laughing, as if he was watching the scenery and watching the big show. Inside and outside the city, as well as a slightly lower airspace, all demon cultivators are flying rampantly.

Around Ao Feng, surrounded by real demon cultivators, there are a few people, Wuxu still seems to have some impressions, and they are not good people. Wuxu didn't dare to get too close, only thinking about how to catch one or two little demons on the periphery and inquire about the news. No, the words of Ao Feng and the others came again. As soon as they did demon cultivation, they were high-spirited and had no scruples, and in the empty night sky, they even spoke openly. Although the voice was not loud, it was enough to make Wuxu in the distance hear it clearly.

After listening to it for a while, Wu Xuan was so angry that he jumped up in the Dharma Realm Dojo! It turned out that Ao Feng, the ninth prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, was jealous that the Dragon King had never sent him to preside over the battle of Qufu, and for the sake of performance, he had actually ordered that the human race within a radius of hundreds of miles of Huai'an Mansion be slaughtered!

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, more than 100,000 unarmed human races were all slaughtered! Wuxu was anxious and angry, sad and angry, resisted the urge to rush forward, quietly retreated, and flew nearby, thinking that no matter what, as a Buddhist monk, he would also cast a spell to overtake the undead. But the more you fly, the more frightened your heart becomes, and the more you fly, the colder your heart becomes. This radius of hundreds of miles, except for the lonely ghosts who occasionally slip through the net, is a fishy demonic aura. Looking at the situation, countless unjust souls have been refined by demonic magic. It turns out that this is the so-called, the strong wall and the clear wilderness, which does not make the spirit of the true dragon of the human race grow, and does not make the Confucian ghost cultivation vigorous!

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Yingtian Wu Wangfu, since Zhu Yuanzhang, the king of Wu, personally led the army to the north, it fell silent. Especially at night, those concubines, as well as those subordinates, all turned off the lights early and went to bed to rest, and only a small number of soldiers left behind in the huge palace were left, holding lanterns and torches, patrolling silently.

But tonight, something seems unusual. The four parts of the palace, as usual, have a lot of vague and palpitating atmosphere. In the middle of the night, a man in black sneaked into the house from nowhere. He seemed to be familiar with the environment and layout of the palace, and even the hours and routes of the soldiers' patrols, either walking in the extreme darkness where there was no light or shadow, or swaggering under the lights after a group of patrolling soldiers had just passed. Some critical secrets and places, occasionally the wind swayed, the man unhurriedly took out a piece of vermilion token, and then the wind also stopped, it was really like entering a no-man's land.

But finally, the man in black stopped and stood quietly in front of a small piece of bamboo forest against the wall on the west side of the backyard of the palace. Suddenly, a layer of milky white mist rose in the bamboo forest, and the white mist slightly overflowed with the night breeze, and after a while, it was completely ethereal, without a trace, and the mysterious man in black seemed to have never been there.

A far-reaching secret room, more than 100 crystal clear night pearls, inlaid on the top, first winded into a round ring, and then in the ring, left and right abrupt but staggered arrangement, into a flying claw head, hovering and flying dragon shape, especially the two night pearls used as the finishing touch, as big as a fist, the light is smart, extremely rare. Countless clear rays of light fell down like this, illuminating the secret room brightly.

On the stone walls left and right of the secret room, there are many reliefs with profound meanings, there are pictures of great victory and sacrifice of prisoners, there are pictures of sitting and talking about the road, there are pictures of the growth of all things, and there are pictures of busy farming in spring。。。。。。 Under the clever refraction of the optical fiber, it comes to life, as if it is about to come to life. There were also cushions, and stone chairs, several, but there was no one.

The man in black who disappeared into the white mist of the bamboo forest had no intention of caring about this. He looked ahead, strode from the door to the innermost part of the secret room, and then knelt down on one knee, clenched his fists high, and said loudly, "Wenzhong see King Wu!" At this moment, the black scarf on his head has already been torn off, a face with a national character, square and dignified, although he is slightly tired, but it is difficult to hide the spirit of solemnity and fortitude, it is Li Wenzhong who was still fighting bravely in Zhenjiang just now!

And Li Wenzhong is singing this sentence loudly at this moment, if others hear it, they will not be shocked! Zhu Yuanzhang, the king of Wu, is not presiding over the overall situation in Shangqiu, thousands of miles away, at this moment, leading the army to fight to the death with the main force of the East China Sea Demon Army? How did he return to the Yingtian King's Mansion unknowingly?

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the high platform and did not speak, but just motioned for Li Wenzhong to get up. After staring at Li Wenzhong for a moment, he first asked in detail about the current situation in Ying Tianfu, and then casually asked about the battle between the defenders of Ying Tianfu and the East China Sea Demon Army in Zhenjiang and Yangzhou at this moment, so he no longer spoke, just waved his hand and signaled Li Wenzhong to retreat.

Li Wenzhong was fighting on the front line before, and suddenly received a secret summons from Zhu Yuanzhang, asking him to secretly return to the palace quickly, and repeatedly ordered that no one else should know about it, even if he entered the palace, he could not let others see it. That Li Wenzhong sneaked back to the palace overnight according to the order, thinking that Zhu Yuanzhang would have secret instructions or military orders, but who knew that after Zhu Yuanzhang asked about the situation, he immediately waved his hand and ordered him to retreat. He was stunned, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he had to retreat. When he walked out of the door of the secret room, he reluctantly turned around, only to find that he was outside the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, not to mention the secret room, there is not even a mouse. He thought about it, still covered his face, and left the palace as he came, and flew in the direction of Zhenjiang and Yangzhou.

After Li Wenzhong left, in the secret room, opposite Zhu Yuanzhang, there was suddenly an extra person. This person, with sword eyebrows and broad lips, looks a little younger than Zhu Yuanzhang with a gloomy face, but his momentum is not weaker than Zhu Yuanzhang, and judging from his expression, he seems to have no fear of Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at this person with sharp eyes, and said lightly, "I have the qi of the True Dragon Heavenly Son to protect my body, even if I am the Dragon King of the East China Sea, with the cultivation of the True Spirit Great Cultivator as the realm, why should I be in such a hurry to go to Lushan?"

The young man said with a smile, "Zhu Daoyou, this time and that time." At the beginning, although you repelled the palm of the Dragon King of the East China Sea with the spirit of the true dragon son of heaven, it caused a landslide and the earth cracked, and the world suffered countless casualties. Now, the East China Sea has exhausted its transformation demon cultivation, and there are countless murderous soldiers, and there are countless soldiers and civilians of the murder clan, is your true dragon heavenly qi still so powerful? Once tonight passes, the Ying Tianfu army is defeated, and the southeastern regions are also known as the Buddha Kingdom, and you don't know how much of your true dragon heavenly qi is left? At that time, Zhu Daoyou will not be able to leave even if he wants to. Speaking of this, the young man suddenly said solemnly, "Zhu Daoyou, even if you are not afraid of death. But what is the innocent of the world?"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't answer, a green dragon qi, with golden light, flew out of his body, flying around it, like a living thing from time to time, emitting bursts of angry dragon groans.

The young man smiled, took out a piece of jade, and put it on the high platform, there was a dragon shadow in the jade that appeared and disappeared from time to time, "I can't hide it, at Poyang Lake, there are already two divine dragon protectors with extremely high seniority and profound skills. Zhu Daoyou, only by bringing this thing can he hide his breath, and from the two divine dragon protectors, his eyelids are lowered, and he can go up to Lushan smoothly. “

"Hey," Zhu Yuanzhang, the first time since he proclaimed himself king, sighed like this. The aura of the green dragon around him was even worse, and gradually it flew like a tornado. The jade stone placed on the high platform was immediately swept in. With a bang, the jade stone disappeared along with Zhu Yuanzhang.

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Zhu Yuanzhang flew out of the secret room, stood outside the bamboo forest, stood in the deep night, raised his eyes and looked around for a moment, and then quietly left the palace like Li Wenzhong did before, and then quietly left Yingtianfu, and flew towards Nalu Mountain and Poyang Lake.

When he flew to the shore of Poyang Lake, Zhu Yuanzhang, looking back at dusk, Yingtianfu, Zhenjiang, and Yangzhou were all shrouded in a red halo, which was the light of the heavenly monks casting spells and fighting methods, and it was also the fire of the bloody battle on the ground and the soldiers!

Zhu Yuanzhang, in a trance, seemed to have returned to many years ago. Huangjue Temple was on fire, desperate, defected to the rebels, and stole a few taels of silver and a few pieces of clothing from a large family on the way。。。。。。

That's right

Shenzhou is full of wars, and demons never sleep.

Whether the hero has an open flame or not, the night is only as before.