The demon head sitting on the throne, his gaze gloomy, swept over the Terran cultivators present.

His body was condensed by countless blood droplets, his whole body was scarlet like glass, but his face was miserable, and the blood was like a snake swimming in his cheeks, looking extremely demonic.

After he almost shouted out the word Houqing, the clouds on the dome were pressed to the point that they could not be lower, and the majestic blood rain poured down, Qiliang Northern Wei Xiguan Buddha Gate Chess Palace, almost every major force was extremely vigilant in their own means.

Jian Dashen squinted his eyes, and several Lanling City disciples behind him unloaded their bags, and a few slender things like swords flew out of the field, which were held in the hands of Qi Liang's disciples, and they were raised and stretched out in an instant, and they were a small umbrella.

"The National Teacher left a note, saying that it was going to rain in the South China Sea, and you must bring an umbrella when you travel. Great God Jian smiled gloomily, looking at this ancient demon whose obvious aura had not yet recovered to the top heyday, and smiled without smiling: "It turns out that there is such a bloody storm, and it also implicates an ancient cultivator like you. ”

The Northern Wei camp also had a countermeasure, the old man Yugong had a calm face, his cuffs trembled slightly, and a slender scroll talisman slid out, the yuan force ignited, and in an instant, an invisible fluctuation dispersed, and a purple barrier spread out and expanded with him as the center of the circle, enveloping the entire Northern Wei camp.

Ren Pingsheng of Xiguan frowned, the sword qi rolled up, and the raindrops of the bean blood rain that fell down were all shaken into broken foam, but it was a pity that the blood rain was castrated endlessly, blending back and forth, and the sword qi was almost immortal and indestructible, and the demon wind gathered together again, and the momentum was even stronger.

Jiang Qingyi's face was calm, but his heart was quite uncalm.

At this moment, he finally realized the slimness of the possibility of Xiguan's independence, compared to Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty, Xiguan's foundation is too weak, and there is no one like Yuan Tiangang and Xuan Shangyu The level of the world's great masters, in the ethereal slope, in the military camp, Yuan Sizhi, who is known as the "Eye of Xiguan", obviously did not expect this kind of change in the South China Sea.

One of the hands of the young Confucian general in Tsing Yi had been retracted into his sleeve, but there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in his ears, and he subconsciously raised his hand, took over a scroll that was thrown horizontally on the right, and before he had time to think, he directly ignited it with Yuan Li, and the next moment, a prototype barrier that was also purple and fluttering was like a big bowl upside down, rapidly swelling, and the people and horses of the Xiguan camp were enveloped in extreme speed.

The old man Yu Gong retracted the action of throwing it, and his tone was lukewarm: "Xiguan is also the meat of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Your Majesty and the National Teacher buried the seeds in Xiguan, so that this iron plate can be broken through by the seeds in the future, take root and sprout, and see the light of day again, and it must not be extinguished by this blood rain." ”

Jiang Qingyi smiled and reached out the hand that was retracted into his sleeve without a trace, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help." ”

Since the purple-shirted Great Master has considered Xiguan, there is no need for him to expose his means.

In the camp of Buddhism, His Royal Highness saw that the blood rain above his head was using "soul power" as a medium, and if it was blocked by vitality, it would inevitably be eroded, and eventually it would be exhausted, dissolved and cultivated to death.

The lotus pond shook, and the huge soul power enveloped the disciples of Buddhism, opening up a pure land.

The demon seemed to expect such a scene, his eyes swept over the Xiguan of Qiliang Northern Wei, paused slightly on His Royal Highness, and sighed softly, as if he was extremely interested, and slowly raised a finger, as if to poke in the direction of Yi Xiao.

On the way to raise the finger halfway, the demon head was shocked, his eyes contracted, and the majestic blood rain that had been poured down by the zenith contracted in an instant, and was sucked into his fingertips by a huge force in an instant, and a scarlet blood lotus bloomed.

The next moment -

The blood lotus exploded one by one, bright and demonic, the blood of the scarlet in the sky was burned into nothingness by the blazing heat, a spiral spear that distorted time and space, the body of the spear seemed to be composed of invisible flames, the tip of the spear had broken the blood lotus, and the castration was still indomitable, and it continued to move forward lightly.

The face of the demon sitting on the throne was no longer calm, his hands were "slowly" pushed out, and the reaction force generally quickly pushed himself out dozens of feet away, and on the way back, the spear was still forward, so there were blood lotus condensing and exploding in front of him.

Eventually, the Scarlet Throne flew out, and before the demon fell out of the throne, his voice shouted in horror, "Suzaku?"

Using the Vermilion Bird Void Flame as a gun, it was clearly the West Demon who wanted to stop the demon from pointing at the action, and slowly put away the gun and stood at this moment.

She looked blankly at the adversary who had fallen before the throne.

"Presumptuous!"

Liang Liang lifted the body of the spear, and then slammed it to the ground, and in an instant, the void flame rose from the ground, swept into a fire array, and circled himself and this demon in the circle.

She raised an eyebrow, her voice extremely cold.

"Do you dare to call this saint by his first name?"

The demon who fell from the seat saw the monstrous Vermilion Bird Void Flame, and his face turned pale.

He thought of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

For thousands of years, he was lucky enough to leave a trace of his soul, and he was locked in the treasure of Lord "Houqing" with many lucky people, waiting for an opportunity, and whether he could return to the world again, he watched when this opportunity could come.

I don't know how long I waited.

This wisp of his soul, after breaking through the confinement of the vicissitudes of life, sensed the cultivation place of the year for the first time, and it was actually occupied by the juniors of the Daomen Xiuyuan.

And the cultivators of this heaven and earth, their cultivation has unsurprisingly dropped to an extremely low level.

He could have plundered flesh and blood, accumulated a lot, and returned to the human world.

There are just a few tricky characters.

One is a little bodhisattva of Buddhism who has become sanctified in the flesh, one is a sound path practitioner of a remote sect, and the other should be a monster in the realm of demon tribe and god.

The three great cultivators who were now in the realm of "Grandmasters" were nothing more than delicious flesh and blood in the eyes of this demon.

I never thought that one of them actually had the aura of that great sage.

Could it be that there is still the existence of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan in this era, just a wisp of divine soul here?

This demon suddenly twisted his eyebrows at this moment, sensing the so-called "Great Sage" in front of him, his cultivation was indeed extremely weak, he had just broken through the threshold after the Nine Grades, but he could pierce his blood lotus with one shot, he sensed it again and again, and his voice was terrified: "How can this be?"

His cultivation actually fell to a whole great realm.

It's like an ordinary demon cultivator who has just broken through the realm of the Nine Grades.

"Do you still think this is the era of the past?" The West Demon was expressionless, and walked towards the demon head coldly: "In this wasteland, you 'minions' can only be regarded as half-step grandmasters, even if the 'Houqing' is revived, there is no flesh and blood for it to suck, and it is only about the realm of the great grandmaster." ”

The demon who fell in front of the throne subconsciously moved back, and before he had time to move away, his chest was instantly pierced by the invisible body of the gun, poking out a round hole of "nothingness".

Suzaku is void and restrains all evil things.

The West Demon said lightly: "This wasteland should be revived soon, the cultivation of the reincarnation of this saint is too weak, and it can't kill a few really powerful big devils. ”

The devil's face was hideous, as if he had borne great pain, and in an instant, he stood up with a spear on his head and rushed towards the western demon in front of him.

Liang Liang sneered, picked up the spear in an instant, and split the demon head that was extremely imposing when he appeared in half at the time of his appearance, and then the Void Flame was sheng, engulfing it and completely turning into nothingness.

The rain of blood that had gathered on the top of the mountain vanished in an instant.

Ren Pingsheng was silent, raised his head, and looked at the dense blood rain on the desolate sky, which was hundreds of times more magnificent than that on this mountain.

The whole wasteland, overlooking and visible, there are mountains bursting out with evil spirits one after another.

I don't know how many similar demons from before have begun to revive at this moment.

This demon who was killed by the West Demon with two shots, should have just broken through the realm of the Great Grandmaster of Human Cultivators before his death, and then the time limit was approaching, and he died in the catastrophe before he had time to stabilize the realm.

Ren Pingsheng asked himself, if he faced this demon.

Everything points to disaster.

In the middle of the field, Qi Liang Northern Wei Xiguan, no matter those demons, should be the strongest in their own killing power.

If there were no great cultivators of the level of the Western Demon Dongjun, I am afraid that this demon head could easily wipe out a faction without being damaged.

And what's worse is that Ye Shisan and Qingshi, the two demons who were originally not inferior to the West Demon, suffered heavy losses in the previous Fufeng Mountain Argument.

The West Demon Mu Ran put away his gun, looking at the wasteland in the distance, the most bloody mountain.

In my memory, I have been reincarnated countless times, constantly pursuing, constantly revisiting, and going back to the original generation.

In the vague memory, the highest mountain has the existence that even I am afraid of.

If memory serves......

The man's name should be called—

Houqing.

Countless clouds, densely bursting out, mountain after mountain, there is a succession of demon revival, this desert island that has been silent for thousands of years, actually has such a huge devil.

Born to die.

The strongest cultivator, who reached the realm of the Great Grandmaster before his death, or the peak of the realm of the Great Grandmaster, after falling to the realm at this moment, there is almost the peak realm of the Grandmaster, even if he is pregnant with the Vermilion Bird Void Flame, the Heavenly Evil Dao, the fight is only five or five open, not to mention that the other party has just recovered, plundering the blood and qi, recovering the peak, it will only get stronger and stronger.

And that mountain, Hou Qing, who reached the unspeakable realm before his death, if he recovers, as today, almost no one can cure the demon who once stood shoulder to neck with the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

The West Demon frowned slightly.

These demons should have died a long time ago, even if Hou Qing's heavy treasure can lock the divine soul, how can they withstand the erosion of time?

Where in this world is there a time to stop circulating?

She suddenly thought of a possibility, and then her face was gloomy, and she began to guess the real reason for the resurgence of these demons.

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

Ye Shisan's face was pale at the moment, the elixir had almost stabilized the realm, it was not as good as before, but he was barely able to stand up.

He looked at Qingshi, who also slowly opened his eyes, his face was solemn, and he swept through the wasteland bursting with blood, and said in a weak voice: "Now the wasteland, a mountain and a demon, a radius of dozens of miles, every step is killing, it is almost impossible to leave the wasteland, and our breath is too obvious, once we are separated, we will all die." ”

Dongjun, who was alone, said calmly: "If I insist on going south, I can leave the wasteland with a stick of incense." ”

Gongzi Xiao Tao didn't care about the face of this demon at all, and sneered: "Even if you escape from the wasteland, where can you escape? Zhong Er calculated everyone, even the master is not missing, can you be missing?"

Dongjun slowly lowered his eyes.

Truly.

With the current events in the wasteland, even if you escape from the wasteland, you will not be able to escape the South China Sea.

After escaping from the South China Sea, with the monstrous level of blood and qi of that highest mountain, a Heavenly Great Devil was born, if even the Silver City City Lord couldn't suppress it, the world would undoubtedly usher in a catastrophe.

Dongjun raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Shisan, and took a deep breath.

"And what do you want me to do?"

Ye Shisan covered his lips and coughed, not caring about the blood oozing from his fingertips.

"Zhong Er wants to force us to die. ”

He raised his head and looked at the immortal monument.

"If we were in this wasteland, we would surely die. ”

Ye Thirteen said one word at a time, his face was solemn.

"So, we're going to hide. ”

He raised his finger and pointed to the immortal monument in the sky.

"Hide in ...... In the immortal monument. ”

(PS: 1 Don't worry about the collapse of the force value, this paragraph of the ancient world is just to explain the world view, the force value will not collapse, and it will soon return to the line of victory in the plot.) 2 There will be no outbreak in the last few days, and it will start to break out in December, so I hope you will save up your tips until December, because there will be a big climax in December, and I want to take this opportunity to rush the monthly ticket list, and I am grateful. ）