The Yashan Taoist priests were triumphant, and under the leadership of the Heaven Chaser Daoist, they once again disappeared into the clouds and mist, quietly waiting behind the magic circle, waiting for the mad demons to enter the Eastern Capital. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Beiming Sword Sect and the Nanming Lihuo Sword Sect hid in the north of the Eastern Capital, waiting for the mad demons to enter the Eastern Capital, and then sat on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, waiting for the opportunity to gain the benefit of the fisherman.

The Beiming Sword Sect had always wanted to use the mad demon to deal with the evil god monsters of the Holy Fire Sect, but there was no trace of the evil god monsters along the way.

However, although it was long overdue, at this last moment, the monsters still did not miss this upcoming killing feast.

The first time he saw the ancient god monster, he didn't expect that the inner pill in his body was also strongly affected, and he felt very unhappy, so he had to retreat for hundreds of miles, hiding in a mountain forest, and peeking at the movements of the eastern capital from a distance.

It was a grand dinner, and the guests came, but the host did not show up for a long time.

The arrogance of the Holy Fire Cult suddenly waned. The main altar was smashed by Yashan and Li Hong, and the two hundred of the most elite red-clothed law enforcement officers were broken and sunk in the north, and there was no place to hide. The most famous Red Sword Shura is nowhere to be found, and even the sect leader himself seems to have disappeared, and he has not been heard from for several days.

However, when a group of fierce and vicious ancient gods and evil creatures appeared not far to the west of the Eastern Capital, everyone realized that the Holy Fire Cult was still very strong, and they could still win in this killing feast.

There are only more than ten people left on Li Hong's side, in addition to Shi Shengying, Song Qingping and Duanmu Youlan, there are also Wu Xinglian, Qian Huodan and the Dao Shi of Tianque Mountain. The number is not much, but the strength is not weak, especially since there are a total of five Dao Gate treasures in everyone's hands. If it weren't for Yashan's preparations, the grand magic array had been completed, and the Dao method of the Heaven Chasing Dao people was extremely high, and there was a treasure in his hand, Li Hongxing might have repelled Yashan.

"What should we do now? First go and eradicate the monsters of the ancient gods?" Shi Shengying also saw the demons in the dense evil aura in the west.

The ancient gods and evil creatures had killed each other, and there were less than twenty of them left, but they were the most powerful beings of their kind. At the time of the desolation, there were many creatures that could be called ancient gods, and their remaining consciousness was sealed in a wonderful space underground by Dao Ancestor in a special way, so that they could exist.

It is important to know that consciousness is to the body what the blade of a knife is to the blade. If the blade does not exist, there is no blade, and if the body does not exist, there is nowhere to rely on consciousness. The conscious person, that is, the acquired consciousness god, is one of the three souls. No matter how powerful the God of Consciousness is, it cannot be separated from the physical body, unless it condenses into an innate primordial god.

Some cultivators can cultivate a powerful god of consciousness, and use spells to drive the god of consciousness and spread the god of consciousness, but the distance that the god of consciousness can reach must rely on the strength of the mana, unlike the primordial god who can travel far. Not only that, but when an ordinary person dies, the soul immediately dissipates and the consciousness disappears. Even if a person with a strong mind can protect his soul for a period of time, it will only be a few days at most. Only the primordial gods can sustain up to seventy-seven and forty-nine days after the destruction of the physical body.

In fact, the so-called 7749 days is a general saying in the cultivation world, for those who have mastered the secret methods of the Daomen, the divine soul can stay in the world for many years, and can also be reincarnated. The mysteries of knowing the gods and the primordial gods are endless, and ordinary people are only getting a glimpse of the door at most.

With regard to the knowledge of souls and spells, mortal practitioners will soon realize their past naivety and ignorance.

The consciousness of the ancient gods was sealed underground, muddy, and good and evil were unknown. Because consciousness is only the soul of the three souls, after losing the awakened soul and the living soul, these consciousness bodies do not have complete memories, let alone the ability to understand the world, and they have long been worthy of the reality of the ancient gods. However, these consciousnesses are like the seeds of a tree, and although they have lost their memory, shape, and characteristics, they have the potential to grow back into a tree.

After some cannibalism, the consciousness of the ancient gods continued to merge, and absorbed the mana of many Taoist priests and the souls of mortals, and these monsters began to gradually generate new consciousness and wisdom.

They rushed to the Eastern Capital, not only because they were instructed by Yao Bufu, but also because they had their own ideas.

Li Hong looked at the evil qi that belonged to the ancient gods and evil things, and then looked at the mist rising from the north to the sky, and decided that he still couldn't give up the Eastern Capital, so he said to the Taoist priests: "Since we can't convince Yashan, then we can persuade the mad demon not to enter the Eastern Capital." ”

"The mad demon is a monster, will he listen to us?" Qian Huodan was a little puzzled, and also a little worried, he was the same as Xu Xiang, in fact, what he wanted to do most was to leave the eastern capital, a place of right and wrong, and then hide far away. Whether it is to defend Lingding Mountain or to subdue the Sumeru Sword Sect, it seems that it is much better than staying in the [Eastern Capital], the land of the four wars.

Li Hong shook his sleeves, let the two supreme treasures float, stopped on his shoulders, and then said confidently: "If you don't listen to persuasion, persuade him with your fists!" With the Dingling Bead in his hand, Li Hong didn't think it would be too difficult to deal with the mad demon.

Persuading the mad demon is fake, and luring Yashan is real.

Li Hong knew that taking the initiative to approach the mad demon would definitely lead the Yashan Taoist priest to fight again, because Yashan would not tolerate anyone to hinder his plan: the mad demon must enter the Eastern Capital, otherwise how could Yashan be called a god?

And this is exactly what Li Hong means by choosing a place to fight again with Yashan. The ancient gods and evil creatures in the west can allow them to live outside the eastern capital for a few days. As long as the Yashan Daoist priests left the magic circle, Li Hong could use their power to completely destroy the mad demons outside the Eastern Capital. Then, it was the ancient gods and evil things and Yao Bufu.

The mad demon was asleep, not knowing that a group of Dao Priests were fighting for their own lives, let alone that their every move was implicating the minds of tens of thousands of cultivators.

He woke up, the fog thickening, and then stood up and looked around. He himself didn't know whether to go south or north.

The madman in everyone's mouth was actually a simple-minded fellow, he remembered that he had been asleep since ancient times, but because he had slept for so long, he had forgotten most of the things about himself, he didn't know why he was asleep, and he didn't know how he woke up.

Not only that, but he also became a monster that he didn't even recognize.

"Was this what I used to look like? or did I become like this when I was sleeping?" he remembers, when he first woke up, he stood in front of a huge icicle and looked at himself carefully, full of doubts, for himself and for the world. Then, suddenly, he lost consciousness. By the time he regained his senses, he was fighting the Taoist priest under a huge mountain range.

The fight felt bad, so he fled.

In the process of escaping, he fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he was already in the endless land of ice and snow. An even more vicious monster appeared in the Infinite Land, and it was too cold, so he decided to head south.

On the way south, he slept a few more times, fought a few times, ate a lot of raw people, until a huge city appeared not far in front of him.

"Where is this? Should I go into the city and kill someone?" the madman was a little confused, trying to remember, trying to figure out his previous intentions, but unfortunately there was no clue.

"What is it over there?" the madman frowned as he saw a thick aura to the west of the city, and a strange magnetic field in the aura was clash with his own power.

"Perhaps, I should have killed them first?" (To be continued.) )