The battle in Lucheng was extremely fierce, with a total of more than 300,000 human troops, and tens of thousands of Li people who spontaneously participated in the war. And Chen Xi'er's body is said to have roughly more than 60,000 eggs, which is equivalent to 60,000 demon slaves, and now, there are more than 40,000 demon slaves born, and they form a 40,000-scale demon army. Although the number is far less than that of humans, the combat power of the demon clan is as good as ten, and the Praetorian Guard, Lucheng Army, Liucheng Army, and Baishi Army have suffered countless casualties.

In the west of the continent, the battle on Liangshan Mountain was equally fierce, even more tragic.

The Three Wheeled Demon King and the Seven Sea Demon King, as the leaders of the demon clan, they chose to stand with the human race against a common enemy, and the two of them are almost the two with the highest cultivation among the nine demon kings today.

The four immortal secret realm powerhouses led the world's cultivators, and together they exerted the wind array to the extreme power, and the wilting tentacles were temporarily resisted. However, no matter how powerful a monk is, his energy is limited, but the wilting smoke is infinite, and that slender tentacle was originally just a light wisp, but after a few hours of duel, it has turned into thick smoke.

Wang Zhongyun told the three juniors that they could not relax, Yu Sangyang, Yi Wuregret, and Li Shangxing knew the stakes and cooperated, and cooperated with Wang Zhongyun to turn the Four Spirit Sword Formation into a formation eye to strengthen the wind formation.

Zhang Fan's slightly chubby body kept shaking in the spellcasting, and his white beard hunted and flew under the action of Gangfeng, even though Zhang Fan had the strength of the triple life of immortality, when facing the wilting smoke, he also lost his temper, and scolded: "Fuck, wilting smoke, what the hell are you?

Just after noon, the sun on the east side of Liangshan is still warm, the festival in Lucheng has not yet reached the last item, the excitement of the world has reached its peak, and on the west side of Liangshan, facing the direction of the sea, it is already dark.

The smoke of the wilting smoke became thicker and thicker, and the wind wall was crawling with vines, which were not vines, but the tracks left after the smoke spread.

Regardless of the immortal powerhouse casting spells, allowing all the monks to gather their energy, and allowing the wind array to reach the extreme, the wilting smoke is still spreading and condensing unhurriedly, like burning wood in a windowless room, the smoke fills the room, and the more it gathers, the thicker it gets, and finally it may ignite the entire house.

A disciple of Chishuimen suddenly sneezed, because he felt some discomfort in his nose, as if a burning smell had invaded his body, constantly stimulating his trachea and lungs, and like countless ants crawling in his trachea, so he felt a little uncomfortable, so he sneezed.

No one noticed, not even Chen Zhi, the head of Chishuimen beside him, who was sneezing.

Although the three-wheeled demon king looks old, but his cultivation is the highest, at this time he looks in good spirits, and three heads appear on his shoulders, which frightened many monks at first, but everyone is used to it and no longer pays too much attention to it. One of the heads of the three-wheeled demon king suddenly saw this sneezing disciple, and felt bad, and quickly poured mana into the body of this disciple, but it was too late, a smell of burning corpses came, and the three-wheeled demon king took a sip, feeling extremely disgusting, and quickly covered his mouth and nose.

But in the next moment, this disciple had turned to charcoal, and his body seemed to have been burned by the flames.

"Oh no! someone has been hit by the wilting smoke!" shouted the Mikrage Demon King.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and then, in various places, several more disciples fell, and at this time, the wind gust was still in an extreme state, how did the rampant smoke come over?

Everyone watched carefully, and everyone was dumbfounded, perhaps desperate.

They clearly saw that even if the wind gust was exerted to the extreme, even the slightest bit of air could not penetrate the wind gust, at this time it was more like a screen window, and the wilting smoke was like the smoke in the house, rolling and penetrating on the screen window without resistance.

Wind gusts, extreme gusts, completely useless.

This is a huge blow to everyone. Whether it is an ordinary monk or an immortal powerhouse.

It also means that all the efforts are in vain.

This means that there is no way to deal with the rampant smoke.

What is rampant smoke? Why is it different from ordinary smoke? Why is it not blown away by the wind?

There is only one answer: wilting smoke is not smoke.

Why does the wilting smoke have a tentacle to tempt it? Playing the harp and beating the drum, is it just teasing, temptation, or is it just a kind of flirtation.

In the face of the powerful wilting smoke, the human race, the demon race, and even the immortal powerhouse with the body of a half-immortal all felt hopeless and powerless. Can only the immortals in the heavens fight against it? Whether it is an immortal or a god, what can they do in the face of the rampant smoke?

Or, are the gods and immortals all dead, and are the upper realms also swallowed up by the rampant smoke?

Is this the end of the world, which was born out of nothingness and will be reduced to nothingness?

There's no need to waste energy, energy, or mana on the Wind Gust. This wall of wind is not even as good as a screen window in the face of rampant smoke.

"Retreat!"

All the monks, under the leadership of the four immortal powerhouses, withdrew from Liangshan and gave up the wind array.

Wilting smoke did not catch up, it was still spreading slowly, completely not changing its actions with people's actions, perhaps, in the eyes of wilting smoke, human beings, monks, demon clans, immortal powerhouses, these things are no different from stubborn stones, grass and trees.

A great sense of frustration pervades the crowd, the gust of wind has failed, what else can these monks do?

Run, the only option.

But where do you flee to?

The wilting smoke will soon spread across the continent.

If you can't give time to life, give life to time.

Even if it is inevitable to perish, it must be brilliant.

Like a match, even if it turns to ashes, it will shine.

The west side of the continent is Yangcheng, the poorest place in Zou Jieguo, and all the monks came to Yangcheng, but the people of Li will not believe the words of these monks, the people of Yangcheng are poor and afraid, and they are also bullied, and they will not believe anyone.

The Yangcheng Taishou and important local representatives of the people gathered in the Yangcheng Yamen, and Wang Zhongyun and Zhang Fan were trying to find a way to persuade the Taishou to believe in themselves and let the people leave, and only by going east could they temporarily avoid the rampant smoke, and leave time to study how to fight the rampant smoke.

The three-wheeled demon king stood up suddenly, did not speak, and then suddenly sat down again, everyone was puzzled, because everyone had never seen the old demon king such a gaffe, the three-wheeled demon king secretly ran his energy at first, and then meditated in public, rolling vitality around his body.

"Third Master, what's wrong with you?" the Seven Sea Demon King hurriedly asked.

"Third master, third master—" The others also came over to ask.

"Leave--I-" The three-wheeled demon king let out a low roar and explosion with the last of his strength, shaking everyone away. Then, a cloud of black smoke erupted from the mouth of the three-wheeled demon king, the old demon king was extremely uncomfortable, showing three heads, three seven twenty-one tricks, black smoke came out at the same time, the old demon king was like a walking corpse, stood up, staggered three steps, the fourth step has not been taken, the trace of black smoke began to seep out of the pores, in the blink of an eye, the three-wheeled demon king, turned into charcoal, terrifying.

No one came to their senses, and it happened very quickly. When everyone faced a pile of pitch-black coke, remembering that this was the most powerful three-wheeled demon king in the world today a moment ago, fear and shock spread through the crowd.

The three-wheeled demon king, dead.

"Even the three-wheeled demon king died from the wilting smoke, and there is no solution to the wilting smoke!We can't win! We're finished—hahahaha—the end of the world is coming—hahahaha—you all have to die—hahahaha—" This voice came from Ishikawa Yun's mouth, he was already crazy, a saint at the peak of the selfless realm, crazy, mentally broken, no matter how high his cultivation was, what could he do?

Zhang Fan frowned, not knowing what to do.

However, after seeing this scene, the Yangcheng Taishou and the representatives of the people began to believe in the power of the rampant smoke, and quickly mobilized the people of the city to evacuate quickly and flee to the east. Joining relatives, running to friends, and even wandering is better than staying here and waiting for death.

"Ahh In the grief of the Demon King of the Seven Seas, he almost released a powerful demonic power, but fortunately, Wang Zhongyun appeased it in time, otherwise before the wilting smoke came, this demonic power would be enough to destroy the entire Yangcheng.

The Seven Sea Demon King suppressed his sadness and said, "Wang Zhenren, let's go directly to Lucheng, and unite all forces and mobilize all the people in the name of the country." And there's an infighting there that shouldn't exist. ”

Hearing about Lucheng, Yu Qi'er got up and said, "Master, the old brother is still in Lucheng, I'll go first." ”

Before Wang Zhongyun could agree, Yu Qi'er stepped on the purple electric Nine Dragons Diagram, and she had already flown out of Yangcheng and went straight to Lucheng.

Wang Zhongyun, Zhang Fan, the Seven Sea Demon King, and other sects and factions also began to rush to Lucheng.

At this time, Lucheng was already dyed red with blood.