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A battle was fought from the misty dusk to the next day, the eastern fish belly was white, the menacing demon army suffered countless casualties, and there were only a few dozen immortals left who participated in the faint ceremony.

The two emperors of Donghua and Xishun, as the most powerful combat force on the side of the immortal family, have been entangled by the demon guards who came and cannot get out.

Behind him, the Mohetuo Mountain has grown to a thousand zhang high, and the most marginal area of the mountain has reached the vicinity of the demon army chanting the mantra, but there is no sign of stopping the invasion, and it continues to grow. The demonic aura around the mountain is getting stronger and stronger, and the ground is still dark, and there is no light in sight.

An imperceptible trace of anxiety flashed in Xi Shun's eyes.

The morning glow is full of sky, and the golden crow jumps out.

At this moment, the voice of the demon army on the ground chanting ancient demon words suddenly rose up. Rows of soldiers stood up, walked into the surging demonic qi one by one, pressed their bodies against the Mohetuo Mountain, and then dissolved, merging with the Mohetuo Mountain.

Thousands of demon soldiers carried out the final ritual without fear, and the demon mountain was like a hungry beast, the demonic energy soared, and the dark mountain top pierced through the clouds in an instant.

At the same time, a deep beast roar suddenly sounded in the distant Demon Domain.

The people in the Demon Domain heard this roar, and everyone stopped their hands and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Their expressions were excited, confused, and indifferent......

In the center of the Demon Domain, in the largest and most ornate palace, the kneeling woman's face was like an ancient well, facing a low black stone table.

A small tripod on the desk burned a swarthy incense, and the black smoke curled up.

Behind the ding was a square black stone the size of a fist, and on the black stone was a hideous-looking little beast crouching, and that strange roar came from the mouth of this little beast.

Suddenly, the kneeling woman moved, she stood up, turned around and respectfully said to the person who appeared behind her: "Your Excellency." ”

"Hmm. King's Landing Yuan replied lightly, looking at a few small beasts, without joy or sorrow, it looked like a finely crafted stone statue.

He didn't speak, and the woman didn't dare to say more.

"General Night. "King's Landing is far away, and his voice is as light as if he has not made a sound.

The named nightingale whispered, "The subordinates are here." ”

"Do you think the war general can come back?"

The nightingale's body trembled, her head hung lower, and she said, "My subordinates don't know." ”

When did the Venerable start to be dissatisfied with the general, it must have been since Amo's disappearance.

After Ah Mo disappeared, Zunshang went out to search for five days and five nights, but returned empty-handed. When he returned, he neither lashed out nor sent people to search for him.

Yes, all the things about Amo, the Venerable Ones either asked the young children who didn't know anything to come over, or did it himself, and never let them help.

It's just that since then, I haven't seen his kind face again.

It's not that he used to have a lot of facial expressions, it's just that in comparison, his face is more faint now, and the light seems to be a little negative.

Yes, that's how it feels.

The nightingale jerked a spirit.

This kind of negativity is certainly not a good thing for the Lord of the First Realm, and it is even more devastating for the entire Demon Domain.

Your Excellency, is he so fond of God?" Nightingale thought with mixed feelings.

The caracal spoke, thinking that it was all well with him. "King's Landing.

Do you hope that Zhan Lie will win this battle, or do you hope that he will lose?

Maybe the Venerable One himself doesn't know it in his heart, just like he has the heart of God, he wants to protect it, but he doesn't know how to protect it.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and strange, but in the Demon Domain, all the people who heard the roar of the beast suddenly erupted into thunderous cheers after their respective excitement or calm moods.

"Great!"

"Our Demon Domain has expanded again. ”

People were beaming and running to tell each other.

And some people expand their territory, and some people lose their homes.

On the shore of the East China Sea in the human world, there is a monk walking in the forest, the monk hangs a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and the Taoist priest carries a long sword on his back.

The two of them walked towards the sea one after the other in the gloomy forest, and the rising sun in the east was full of light, but they were all blocked out by the dense canopy of trees.

"Damn, how come this hellish place doesn't even have a normal place to stay?" the young Taoist priest trekked deep and shallow, and his shoes were full of mud and leaves.

The monk who was traveling with him did not answer, but walked cautiously, listening to the sound of the wind in all directions, whether there were any other sounds.

"How did you say they got out of this place back then?"

"So...... Be careful. ”

The monk screamed, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and burst out a golden camellia in front of him and the Taoist priest.

At the same time, a black wind blew on the ground behind him, instantly enveloping all the monks' figures.

"Choking", the long sword is unsheathed. The Taoist priest sacrificed the sword and shouted: "Demon, look at the sword!"

But a long red sleeve was thrown out of the air, and the sword body that was full of spiritual light was rolled: "Xianggong, don't be like this, the slave family is afraid." Immediately after, a flamboyant, but ghostly face appeared in front of him.

"Hell!" the Taoist priest screamed, his face changed drastically, and he grabbed the long sword and quickly retreated.

In the blink of an eye, the monk no longer knew where he had been swept away by that strange black wind.

"Little Xianggong, don't run. The female ghost smiled, danced her long sleeves, and floated forward with the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest ran for a while and said, "Don't come here, otherwise I'm welcome." He raised the weapon in his hand.

The female ghost didn't care, there was more of a smile on her gorgeous face, her shoulders shrugged, her clothes were half-faded, revealing her round and white shoulders: "Oh, people want you to be polite." ”

"Damn, shameless. The Taoist priest scolded in a low voice, goosebumps on his arms.

"Giggles, come on, little minister, come on. The laughter of the female ghost filled the forest, and the leaves on the trees seemed to be irritating, and they withered and curled down.

Seeing that she was chasing after her, the Taoist priest became angry, turned around, and stabbed out with a sword: "Shut up for my Taoist master." ”

A sword pierced the heart, and the silver light stood like a swimming dragon, flickering brightly and flickering.

The female ghost paused, her gorgeous smile was stuck on her face, her black and white eyes were white, her black pupils occupied her real eye sockets, and her whole face was strange and inexplicable, like a mask sold at the fifteen temple fairs.

The Taoist priest sighed, whistled, and was in a good mood: "Isn't it good?" Then, as if thinking of something, a look of shame appeared on his face, and after a while, he showed a melancholy look.

As soon as he looked up, a pair of empty all-black eyes were almost on his face, which made him sigh in fright, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Little Xianggong, your sword can't kill me. The female ghost said quietly, pouting her nose and sniffing at his face, as if she had smelled something good, and raised her head contentedly and took a long breath.

Taoist priest Mu Ran said: "I know, this is just an ordinary silver sword, is it going to use a peach wood sword?"

"Hehe, not really, my Li Ji Niang has cultivated for thousands of years, and without a thousand-year-old peach wood, I can't endure me?"

The Taoist priest said "um", sure enough, the battle between the immortals and demons began, and any ghosts and monsters dared to come out and jump.

"You're the cutest obedient like this, come, let the concubine ...... Ah" Li Jiniang's face suddenly distorted and screamed in pain, and she quickly pushed the Taoist priest away from him.

But where she was stabbed in the chest by the sword, the wound not only did not shrink as she imagined, but tended to expand. Dots of golden light flickered through the wound, gradually joining together.

Suddenly, the golden light is flourishing.

"Why, why?"

"You are a Taoist cultivator, why do you use the Buddhist mental method?"

Li Jiniang's unwilling questioning was annihilated in the golden light along with her figure.

The golden light disappeared, and the Taoist priest inserted the sword into the scabbard on his back, and said to himself: "All laws are one, and whoever stipulates that those who cultivate the Tao cannot practice Buddhism." ”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the whole forest trembled, the branches trembled, and the leaves fell, and it took a while to calm down.

The Taoist priest was startled, and the movement was a little bigger.

Then, he looked up and shouted into the sky: "Hey, are you okay over there, come here quickly, let's hurry." ”

As his shouts fell, a jumble of footsteps sounded, coming quickly towards him.

No, it seems that there is not only one person, but who else?

The Taoist priest's face was slightly condensed, his feet were on the ground, one hand was clenched into a fist, the other hand was holding the sword on his back, and he looked vigilantly in the direction where the footsteps came.

It wasn't until a gray monk's robe came into sight that he breathed a sigh of relief. However, before the breath could be fully exhaled, it was inhaled again.

The monk was followed by three embarrassed teenagers and girls, their faces, bodies, and hair were covered with dead branches and leaves, and the descriptions were not clear for a while. One of them was also carrying a black dog in his hand, which was also muddy.

"They are the ......," the Taoist priest said with an inquiring look.

The monk shook his head: "No, it's a third-order wind beast." ”

"Huh, what about the beast?"

He knew that in recent years, the demon cultivators in the demon realm had been very rampant, and it was not uncommon for them to go to the human realm and the cultivation realm to rob people and eat people. The monks fought back and organized teams to kill these demon cultivators everywhere.

Moreover, the demon cultivator is a treasure, and it is also a resource for the monk. It is because many major sects have let their disciples come out to practice, kill demon beasts, take skin, bones and blood.

The two of them were also disciples sent by the sect to travel.

A pair of wings of a third-order wind beast is a treasure for refining flying machines, and many monks want to have a pair of such wings.

"It was broken by the three donors who lowered it from the sky. The monk's tone was flat, as if it was just a very ordinary thing that had been crushed.

The Taoist priest bared his teeth and took a breath, and whispered, "Tyrannical creatures." ”

The girl among the three glared at him with eyes as smart as water, and said, "It's just a beast, what kind of heavenly thing?"

"Qianqian. The teenager who was with her waved his hand to stop her, telling her to stop talking.

The girl did seem to be tired, and her little face, which was half covered by rotten leaves, seemed to be a little pale.

These three people were Shui Qianqian and others who were rescued by Xi Shun in Qingqiu.