Batches of cultivators, as if fleeing from the famine, rushed to the outside world with ecstasy and freedom. After ten years of lockdown, they lived like a ten* life. I don't know how many cultivators have fallen into cultivation and even become wasted? I don't know how many mortals have greatly reduced their life expectancy, and they have suffered many illnesses and disasters? The Holy City is a human world, but it is also a hell. Isn't hell the source of suffering for living beings?

Inside the Heavenly Temple.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Temple, the Director of the Adjudication, and the Second President of the Lord's Society, the three of them were paralyzed to the ground, their spiritual power was almost exhausted, and their breath had already fallen to the level of the Tribulation Period. The cultivation of the second president and the director of the ruling department is only at the level of returning to the void. The Great Elder is better, he has the level of quasi-tribulation period, and even so, it is too much worse than his cultivation in the late stage of the tribulation before.

After ten years of lockdown, the six powerhouses in the Holy City took turns to preside over the combination of the large array, and several people cultivated and fell several times. The five people led by the old man Feixian had already moved the idea of abandoning the city and surrendering. It's just that because of the great elder's obscenity, he didn't take action. After all, the strength of the Great Elder could kill any of them, and it was precisely because of this that he did not dare to provoke the Great Elder.

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Temple looked up to the sky and roared, like a wolf howling, a ghost crying, a fairy sighing, a demon being stunned, and a human being. For tens of thousands of years, standing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dependents, there is the Great Elder of the Heavenly Dependents, who can understand the sadness at this moment. Looking at the appearance of the Great Elder, only four words came to my heart, the end of the hero.

The Great Elder's voice was already hoarse, but he still roared with all his might, "Demon Lord, you have won. Ren Qianhiro, I lost. Hah!hah!hah!"

At this moment, the Great Elder's hoarse smile seemed to be the saddest song in the world. It's obviously a sad song, but it has a joyful appearance and a name called "happy". It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is not crying, but laughing bitterly, laughing and hurting, and it is already sad to madness, only desolate.

The director of the ruling department took the lead and quietly set his eyes on the second president of the Catholic Church. The two of them just exchanged eye expressions, and they didn't use the slightest spiritual power, for fear of alarming the Great Elder on the side.

The two of them nodded at the same time, and at this time, the spiritual power had been exhausted, and it was not enough to fly through the air. The two of them gritted their teeth, sacrificed their weak thunder bodies, exerted a few mysterious powers, and flew to the west of the holy city with the mysterious escape technique.

However, after dozens of breaths, the two of them left the vicinity of the Heavenly Temple, radiating their spiritual power, and seeing that there were also three shadows in front of them, they fled at great speed. If you look closely, it is none other than the Flying Immortal Old Man, the City Lord of the Holy City, and the President of the Lords' Council. The Flying Immortal Old Man and the President of the Divine Council also fled to the west, apparently to defect to the Demon Lord. And the Holy City Lord was at a loss, he had promulgated the Divine Decree in the past, which had caused a great threat to the Demon Lord, and now he was a little afraid to defect to the Demon Lord. He has a feeling that the world is so big that there is nowhere to be my home......

In the Northwest City, the Demon Director Qianxun opened his eyes, slowly stood up, looked at the direction of the Holy City, and said, "Today is all in my hands." ”

Ren Qianxun's face was not sad or happy, all this was expected by him. He did not conquer the joy of the entire Heavenly Clan. He has no rulership over the world*. Even if at this time, hundreds of billions of creatures in the heavenly family and earth all respect him as the master, he is not happy. He understands that the demon lord has the majesty and domineering of the demon lord, and the demon lord also has the worry responsibility of the demon lord. He ruled the heavens and the family, and the next step was to prepare for the catastrophe of the destruction of the world after the forty-third year.

While thinking, Ren Qianxun walked out of the main hall. Seeing this, a leader of the Praetorian Guard hurriedly straightened his clothes, hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and waited for the Demon Lord to send.

Ren Qianxun said loudly: "Order Hupps in the south, Gable in the east, and Bob in the north, each lead three million heroes, enter the center, take over the holy city, those who surrender are not guilty, and those who resist will be punished!"

"Obey the Demon Lord's orders. "Leader of the Praetorian Guard, kowtow, receive the decree of the demon lord. He was a little surprised in his heart, why there were large armies in the south, northeast and northeast, but not in the west. He thought about it and was relieved, there is a demon lord in the west, so why should others send troops.

Three days later, four embarrassed figures fled into front of the northwest city. seems to be a few down-and-out people, but all of them have a level of cultivation that returns to the void. However, the Northwest City, which is not what it used to be, has replaced the Holy City and has become the first city of the Heavenly Dependents, and in recent years, it has been faintly known as the "Demon Capital". In front of the Northwest City, several captains of the city guards who had returned to the Void Realm stopped the four of them from going.

One of the captains of the city guard is mighty, and the power of the mystical righteousness has been completed, and he is a late-stage cultivator. There was a faint bit of majesty in him, and in the face of the four cultivators who had returned to the void and consummated, he was neither humble nor arrogant. He said: "Before the northwest is in the city, you must verify your identity and the purpose of entering the city. Otherwise, no entry will be allowed. ”

When one of the middle-aged cultivators heard this, he was angry and angry, how could a cultivator who had returned to the void on a normal day dare to speak to them like this. He was about to get angry, but beside him, his white beard was fluttering, and some sloppy old man stopped him. The middle-aged cultivator also knew that the situation was special, and scolded "The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs." ”

As soon as these words came out, the captain of the city guard stopped doing it, waved his big hand, made a gesture, and hulalaed more than a dozen returning guards, surrounding the four of them. The guards are also arrogant people, because they guard the northwest city on weekdays, others take a look at it, but today they are cursed as "dogs", how can they be happy.

At this moment, the sword was tense, and the guards and the four embarrassed cultivators were on the verge of breaking out, and it seemed that they were about to fight if they disagreed. At this moment, a majestic voice sounded: "They are here to find this seat, let the four of them come in." ”

"Ah! it's the Demon Lord. I had the privilege of hearing the voice of the Demon Lord. The captain of the guard was taken aback and quickly fell to his knees. When the other guards heard this, they knelt down with the horror in their hearts. The four cultivators, who were embarrassed, did not speak, and entered the city silently.

After a ten-year absence, this was the second time they had come to the Northwest City. Ten years ago, they were in high spirits, with a large array of lock immortals, to kill the demon lord. Ten years later, they were dejected and frustrated, and they took their own bodies with them to surrender to the Demon Lord. Time is a miracle, and with his push, the same people, the same city, they make completely different choices.

The cultivation of the four of them was not low, but at this time, they lowered their speed quite tacitly and slowly walked towards the deep hall. They have different expressions and different thoughts in their hearts, but under the arrangement of fate, they have to come to the same point.

After a while, the four of them finally came to the area near the deep hall. At this moment another orderly group of soldiers came and blocked their way. These soldiers are more elite than the former, they are the personal guards of the Demon Lord.

The Praetorian Guards shouted in unison: "In front of the Demon Lord's Palace, bow three times and bow nine times." His expression was indifferent, not at all, but ruthlessly pronounced the sentence.

When the four of them heard this, the muscles of their whole bodies were trembling, and they could faintly hear the sound of bones colliding. At this moment, their bodies and minds were twisted, and for the four of them, this was an unprecedented humiliation.

The white-bearded old man took the lead in settling his mind, gritted his teeth, bent down to bow, and the other three only imitated it. At this moment, an illusory and beautiful small world opened, and the power of a small world helped the bodies of the four people up. The four of them were so powerful that they could no longer bow down