Yunjin City was unprecedentedly calm.

Bai Yan continued to guard the cloud platform on a cloud tower, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall, and the days passed quietly.

A cloudy wind blew early in the morning over Yunjin City, the sky was like ink, the wind was like ink, and the entire Yunjin City became Yunmo City.

An invisible pressure pressed on the hearts of the monks of Yunjin City.

"It's going to change the sky!" a monk lamented, looking at the inky sky.

"I don't know which strong man of the demon clan came this time? I wonder if the brocade-robed ancestor can handle it?" asked some monks suspiciously.

Whew!

Ink snow blew in the sky above Yunjin City, and the snowflakes were like ink, falling on the ground and turning into ink.

The weather is weird, and there has never been snow in Yunjin City, which is like spring all year round, and it is still snowing.

"He's coming!" the voice of the vicissitudes of the brocade robe came from a cloud tower in Yunjin City.

When the monks of Yunjin City heard this, they felt like they were falling into a fog, and they couldn't figure it out at all.

Swish!

A face appeared on the sky of Yunjin City, a face condensed by cloud ink.

"Demon Face!" Those veteran True Pill Cultivators in Yunjin City thought of a legend, and their faces turned pale, "A Demon Face refined by a Demon Saint!"

The Demon Saint is the saint of the demon race, and like the saint of the human race, he is the strongest person of an era.

In the history of the Demon Race, a Demon Saint refined a demon face, which will not disappear with the passage of time, and exists for a hundred times longer than the Terran monks.

100,000 years ago, there was a big war, there was a demon face, these 100,000 years, there has never been a demon face, I didn't expect this war, the demon clan dispatched the demon face, it can be seen that the demon clan attaches great importance to this war.

The demon's face was like a piece of sky, and he swallowed a cloud tower with one mouth.

The brocade robe looked motionless, and with a movement of his hand, he condensed a wheel with infant qi above his head, like a wheel the size of a lake, and the wheel was divided into yin and yang.

"Bagua Yin Yang Wheel!" Some monks saw the wheel condensed by the brocade robe, thought of the name of this wheel, and said happily.

"Go!"

The brocade robe ancestor moved his mind and threw this round.

Swish!

The wheel cut into the demon's face, leaving a scar on the demon's face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his scarlet tongue and rolled it, and rolled the gossip yin and yang chakra into his abdomen.

"Damn! The gossip yin and yang wheel can't kill the demon face. The brocade-robed ancestor stomped his foot angrily, and casually condensed a larger round with his hand, slashing at the devil's face.

Sting!

That gossip yin-yang wheel just cut the devil's face and broke the skin.

A breath of demonic gas erupted from the mouth of the demon face, and it directly blew the gossip yin and yang wheel into pieces.

"Burst your belly!" The brocade-robed ancestor casually shot out his infant qi and condensed into a gossip yin and yang wheel, controlling the gossip yin and yang wheels to bombard the demon face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue and swallowed the gossip yin and yang chakra into his mouth, and had a full meal.

The belly of the demon face was not burst, and he looked like he had not eaten enough, his cold eyes stared at the brocade-robed ancestor, as if he was saying that he had the ability to let the horse come.

The brocade-robed ancestor casually laid down a teleportation array, and he was about to escape like Hong Zhenren.

The demon face took a big mouth, directly swallowed the space where the brocade robe ancestor was located into his stomach, and chewed hard.

Burst!

A scar appeared on the huge face of the demon face, and the scar spread from the inside to the outside, and out of it flew out the ancestor who was holding the Bagua Yin Yang Pan brocade robe in one hand.

"Haha!" the brocade-robed ancestor laughed proudly, the emperor lived up to his wishes, he finally broke through the peerless defense of the demon face.

Snort!

The brocade robe ancestor manipulated the gossip yin and yang wheel to cut the demon face into pieces, and in a moment, he dismembered the demon face.

....................................

Yunjin City was unprecedentedly calm.

Bai Yan continued to guard the cloud platform on a cloud tower, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall, and the days passed quietly.

A cloudy wind blew early in the morning over Yunjin City, the sky was like ink, the wind was like ink, and the entire Yunjin City became Yunmo City.

An invisible pressure pressed on the hearts of the monks of Yunjin City.

"It's going to change the sky!" a monk lamented, looking at the inky sky.

"I don't know which strong man of the demon clan came this time? I wonder if the brocade-robed ancestor can handle it?" asked some monks suspiciously.

Whew!

Ink snow blew in the sky above Yunjin City, and the snowflakes were like ink, falling on the ground and turning into ink.

The weather is weird, and there has never been snow in Yunjin City, which is like spring all year round, and it is still snowing.

"He's coming!" the voice of the vicissitudes of the brocade robe came from a cloud tower in Yunjin City.

When the monks of Yunjin City heard this, they felt like they were falling into a fog, and they couldn't figure it out at all.

Swish!

A face appeared on the sky of Yunjin City, a face condensed by cloud ink.

"Demon Face!" Those veteran True Pill Cultivators in Yunjin City thought of a legend, and their faces turned pale, "A Demon Face refined by a Demon Saint!"

The Demon Saint is the saint of the demon race, and like the saint of the human race, he is the strongest person of an era.

In the history of the Demon Race, a Demon Saint refined a demon face, which will not disappear with the passage of time, and exists for a hundred times longer than the Terran monks.

100,000 years ago, there was a big war, there was a demon face, these 100,000 years, there has never been a demon face, I didn't expect this war, the demon clan dispatched the demon face, it can be seen that the demon clan attaches great importance to this war.

The demon's face was like a piece of sky, and he swallowed a cloud tower with one mouth.

The brocade robe looked motionless, and with a movement of his hand, he condensed a wheel with infant qi above his head, like a wheel the size of a lake, and the wheel was divided into yin and yang.

"Bagua Yin Yang Wheel!" Some monks saw the wheel condensed by the brocade robe, thought of the name of this wheel, and said happily.

"Go!"

The brocade robe ancestor moved his mind and threw this round.

Swish!

The wheel cut into the demon's face, leaving a scar on the demon's face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his scarlet tongue and rolled it, and rolled the gossip yin and yang chakra into his abdomen.

"Damn! The gossip yin and yang wheel can't kill the demon face. The brocade-robed ancestor stomped his foot angrily, and casually condensed a larger round with his hand, slashing at the devil's face.

Sting!

That gossip yin-yang wheel just cut the devil's face and broke the skin.

A breath of demonic gas erupted from the mouth of the demon face, and it directly blew the gossip yin and yang wheel into pieces.

"Burst your belly!" The brocade-robed ancestor casually shot out his infant qi and condensed into a gossip yin and yang wheel, controlling the gossip yin and yang wheels to bombard the demon face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue and swallowed the gossip yin and yang chakra into his mouth, and had a full meal.

The belly of the demon face was not burst, and he looked like he had not eaten enough, his cold eyes stared at the brocade-robed ancestor, as if he was saying that he had the ability to let the horse come.

The brocade-robed ancestor casually laid down a teleportation array, and he was about to escape like Hong Zhenren.

The demon face took a big mouth, directly swallowed the space where the brocade robe ancestor was located into his stomach, and chewed hard.

Burst!

A scar appeared on the huge face of the demon face, and the scar spread from the inside to the outside, and out of it flew out the ancestor who was holding the Bagua Yin Yang Pan brocade robe in one hand.

"Haha!" the brocade-robed ancestor laughed proudly, the emperor lived up to his wishes, he finally broke through the peerless defense of the demon face.

Snort!

The brocade robe ancestor manipulated the gossip yin and yang wheel to cut the demon face into pieces, and in a moment, he dismembered the demon face.

Yunjin City was unprecedentedly calm.

Bai Yan continued to guard the cloud platform on a cloud tower, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall, and the days passed quietly.

A cloudy wind blew early in the morning over Yunjin City, the sky was like ink, the wind was like ink, and the entire Yunjin City became Yunmo City.

An invisible pressure pressed on the hearts of the monks of Yunjin City.

"It's going to change the sky!" a monk lamented, looking at the inky sky.

"I don't know which strong man of the demon clan came this time? I wonder if the brocade-robed ancestor can handle it?" asked some monks suspiciously.

Whew!

Ink snow blew in the sky above Yunjin City, and the snowflakes were like ink, falling on the ground and turning into ink.

The weather is weird, and there has never been snow in Yunjin City, which is like spring all year round, and it is still snowing.

"He's coming!" the voice of the vicissitudes of the brocade robe came from a cloud tower in Yunjin City.

When the monks of Yunjin City heard this, they felt like they were falling into a fog, and they couldn't figure it out at all.

Swish!

A face appeared on the sky of Yunjin City, a face condensed by cloud ink.

"Demon Face!" Those veteran True Pill Cultivators in Yunjin City thought of a legend, and their faces turned pale, "A Demon Face refined by a Demon Saint!"

The Demon Saint is the saint of the demon race, and like the saint of the human race, he is the strongest person of an era.

In the history of the Demon Race, a Demon Saint refined a demon face, which will not disappear with the passage of time, and exists for a hundred times longer than the Terran monks.

100,000 years ago, there was a big war, there was a demon face, these 100,000 years, there has never been a demon face, I didn't expect this war, the demon clan dispatched the demon face, it can be seen that the demon clan attaches great importance to this war.

The demon's face was like a piece of sky, and he swallowed a cloud tower with one mouth.

The brocade robe looked motionless, and with a movement of his hand, he condensed a wheel with infant qi above his head, like a wheel the size of a lake, and the wheel was divided into yin and yang.

"Bagua Yin Yang Wheel!" Some monks saw the wheel condensed by the brocade robe, thought of the name of this wheel, and said happily.

"Go!"

The brocade robe ancestor moved his mind and threw this round.

Swish!

The wheel cut into the demon's face, leaving a scar on the demon's face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his scarlet tongue and rolled it, and rolled the gossip yin and yang chakra into his abdomen.

"Damn! The gossip yin and yang wheel can't kill the demon face. The brocade-robed ancestor stomped his foot angrily, and casually condensed a larger round with his hand, slashing at the devil's face.

Sting!

That gossip yin-yang wheel just cut the devil's face and broke the skin.

A breath of demonic gas erupted from the mouth of the demon face, and it directly blew the gossip yin and yang wheel into pieces.

"Burst your belly!" The brocade-robed ancestor casually shot out his infant qi and condensed into a gossip yin and yang wheel, controlling the gossip yin and yang wheels to bombard the demon face.

The demon face opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue and swallowed the gossip yin and yang chakra into his mouth, and had a full meal.

The belly of the demon face was not burst, and he looked like he had not eaten enough, his cold eyes stared at the brocade-robed ancestor, as if he was saying that he had the ability to let the horse come.