The floating corpses on the surface of the sea have all sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the sparkling water surface has long been calm as usual.

From a distance, the familiar and unfamiliar sea areas are shining golden red under the sunset, and it is completely impossible to see that there has been a bloody storm in the East China Sea, let alone countless creatures buried in this magnificent and beautiful sea.

There were many unfamiliar islands in the waters near the Yin-Yang Sect, and in the days of the temporary truce, these islands had been visited several times by the monks. The city that once belonged to the Great Realm of Qianyuan was opened to the Canglan monks without any guilt, and the monks inside also said that they would contribute to this battle.

After all, fusion is something that can't be changed, and spending your mind on civil strife will only make the demon cultivator side more rampant.

With the help of the Qianyuan Great Realm, the low-level and high-level all breathed a sigh of relief, and the battle of transforming gods and refining voids outside the sky became more and more intense, but the Dao cultivation and demon cultivation side still firmly held the upper hand.

The monks of the Su family and the Taiyi Sect soon joined the camp of the Tu Shan clan and the Mo family, some stayed near the Holy Fox City to guard, and some scattered to various places for reinforcements.

The number of people who plummeted suddenly increased, and the aura of fighting in many places had not completely dissipated, and a more fierce battle was ushered in. The mountains and rivers that have been destroyed are innumerable, and from the sky they are all scorched earth, and it is difficult to distinguish between the old land and the new land.

The demon cultivators who went to Buzhou Mountain to repair finally returned before sunset. They had been in the sea of demons for seven days, and they looked in good spirits, and when they didn't leave, they were so badly injured and miserable.

As half of the demonic cultivators, Quanling occasionally needs demonic energy to strengthen himself, otherwise the "Sutra of Silence" cannot be maintained, and his cultivation realm will be greatly affected. As long as you maintain the balance between the Sutra of Silence and the Sutra of Red Dust, you will be able to advance safely while maintaining your original intention.

When he returned to the cave, He Miaomiao was still standing at the mouth of the cave and looking into the sky.

Two hands with different shapes, one black and one white, were still facing each other in the middle of the twin mountains, and no one could understand the confrontation between them, and could only know from the occasional spatial and temporal fluctuations that they sensed that the two parties were still entangled.

"Miao Miao, I have been repairing in Buzhou Mountain for a few days, and after recovery, I am about to go to Holy Fox City to inquire about the news. As a result, he was pulled into the air by Zilu's seniors and heard about something from him. ”

He Miaomiao gritted her teeth, only to feel that her heart was as messy as the corners of her clothes. She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes gradually opened, looked at Quan Ling, who was a little hesitant, and whispered, "Say it." ”

"Senior Ziyan, and Ruogu Lingjun, they ...... Fallen. If the guess is correct, they should have dedicated their lives to the hands of the immortals. Quan Ling's voice was as light as a breeze, but it still penetrated into He Miaomiao's ears without a word.

"Senior Zilu asked me to tell you, don't be decadent because of this matter, for the sake of the two elders who are dedicated, you and Zijun Daoyou must devote yourself wholeheartedly to the battle, until you kill all the scum who believe in the demon race. ”

Quan Ling closed his mouth after conveying Zilu's words, stood in the air and opposite He Miaomiao at the entrance of the cave, stretched out his hand and stroked her head, and did not comfort her with words at this time.

He Miaomiao had already had this guess, but she just refused to admit it. Hearing Quan Ling's relay, she could no longer deceive herself, and the pain in her heart spread throughout her body, only to feel even more uncomfortable than when she was seriously injured after the war.

They have paid too much for this battle. The elders who sacrificed their bodies to immortals, the countless human races and demon beasts that fell to the bottom of the sea, and the countless mortal realms that were inexplicably swept into it......

All this is just because someone wants to attract monsters and make the heavens and all worlds fall into the territory of the demon race, so that they themselves can also be strong!

How inconspicuous is a living being in their eyes, and it can be erased at will by the demon lord they believe in!

He Miaomiao knew that Elder Zilu was right, she and Zijun could not immerse themselves in the pain of the fall of their elders, let alone be decadent. It is precisely because so many living beings in the world have paid a terrible price that they who are alive should do their best to make this world peaceful.

Quan Ling felt the change in her expression, from grief to determination, and her breath finally calmed down, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. "Miao Miao, you ......"

He was about to take the opportunity to say a few words of relief, but suddenly felt an extremely strange demonic breath coming from afar, and the coldness contained in it made his half-demon cultivator feel a chill down his spine.

"What's going on?!" He Miaomiao's spiritual sense was keen, and she naturally felt this strange aura.

The Yuanying monks who were repairing moved out one after another, walked out of their respective caves and stepped into the sky, Lu Yunshen was still standing in front, reaching out his divine sense and sweeping across the sea on all sides.

However, without him having to speak, everyone saw the sight in the distant sky.

Countless young children's skeletons were as black as ink, and there were only skeletons left, but they had a pair of dark pupils that occupied the entire eye socket.

Judging from the figures of these young children, they were at most nine to ten years old, all dressed in black, with black foot bones exposed, standing in the air like ghosts, exuding a chilling yin and demonic aura.

"This ...... What is this?" a young man-like Yuan Infant was full of horror in his early days, and the rich and pure demonic aura did not frighten him, but this overwhelming strange young child made him tremble.

Everyone's hearts were full of the same questions as him, and even many monks who had attained perfection felt chills in their hearts when they saw this scene.

The unknown is the most worrying. These boys, who don't seem to have cultivated, are probably even more terrifying than those demon cultivators of the same level.

"This is a lost evil cultivation formation!" A demon cultivator dressed in a dark blue Dao robe suddenly opened his mouth and pointed into the distance in surprise, his hands trembling a little. "It's a modified Soul Sealing Skeleton Array!"

Hearing the name of this formation, all the monks had a bad premonition. The next words of the demon cultivator deepened this premonition a lot.

"This formation must have nearly 10,000 monks with pure spiritual roots as the foundation of the formation, and then close the souls of the three god-transforming monks, so that nearly 10,000 young children will become murderous corpses, all of them can be worthy of the fourth-order murderous corpse!"

Nearly 10,000 Fourth-Order Murderous Remains! This demonic cultivator's words shocked the hearts of all the monks, and their hearts to face the battle were weakened a little.

You must know that in the Yuan Infant Stage of the entire Canglan Realm, even if you count the demon cultivators, you can't reach 10,000, and many of them have invested in the demon cultivators!

Not to mention that now all the monks are scattered all over the place, and the dead and wounded, I am afraid that the rest will not even be able to make up two thousand. And now the Yuanying monks scattered in the East China Sea are afraid that there are only hundreds, less than a thousand.

And the True Monarchs of the Transformation Gods are far away from the sky, and they are dragged by opponents, so they can't care about the battlefield below.

The wreckage hovered steadily in the distance, and behind them was the setting sun that was gradually disappearing into the sea. There was no moon or star in the sky, and when the last ray of sunlight dissipated, nearly 10,000 murderous corpses set off in unison, forming several teams like a spiritual intelligence, and crossing the sky in different directions.