After walking out of the hall, Xing Hongxuan saw that there were also a huge righteous monk in other nearby palaces being escorted out.

It is hard to imagine how many righteous monks the Demon Emperor captured.

"Is there really no hope? Where is the Tianxian Palace? Where are those holy places?" A female disciple next to her voice came, her tone was full of indignation.

Before they were captured, they all thought victory was in sight.

Unexpectedly...

The nightmare has just begun!

The Jiuding Zhenren looked around and was secretly shocked. How could there be so many demon cultivators?

How did those righteous monks quickly transform into demonic cultivators?

Logically speaking, the transformation of spiritual power into demonic energy requires a cultivation process. How can one disperse the power and re-ed up in a short period of time?

The ground is flat, with dozens of huge palaces distributed, and bonfires are everywhere. The number of demon cultivators is immeasurable. The demonic energy forms clouds, covering the sky and the sun, like in the evening.

From a high altitude, the palaces surrounded a huge circle, with all the gates facing the same direction. It was a huge altar with a length of thousands of feet wide, pale, as if made of white bones, and was terrifying.

Welcome the magic altar!

A circle of demon cultivators stood around the altar, each wearing black robes, like ghost messengers in the underworld.

Rumble

The clouds above the altar surging violently, forming a terrifying vortex, with lightning and thunder.

In the distance, on a small hill, Su Qi and Chaos Tiangou lay behind a stone and looked around.

"Many magic cultivators, do we really want to go there?"

Chaos Tiangou asked tremblingly, and finally escaped from the palm of the Demon Emperor, he didn't want to take any more risks.

Su Qi said seriously: "We are in the right way, how can we be afraid? If the Demon Emperor succeeds today, the world will be in trouble. At that time, my master, your master, don't think about practicing with peace of mind. Looking back at the past, it may be that we lack the strength of ours!"

Chaos Tiangou looked miserable. This kid is too righteous!

He suddenly missed the immortal god very much.

How great would that guy come!

...

Practice hard on the immortal mountain.

After Han Jue's preaching ended, his disciples were still in a state of enlightenment and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

At this time.

Li Qingzi rushed over, and he came to Han Jue's side, looked at Murong Qi, Wu Daojian and others, and whispered: "Elder Han, the sect leader and others have been arrested, what should we do?"

The distance was too far, resulting in the delay of his news for more than a year.

Han Jue replied: "Let's wait."

He wanted to say they would be fine, but what if something happened?

This kind of thing cannot be guaranteed!

"I don't know what happened to those holy places, they all disappeared one by one. Damn it!"

Li Qingzi gritted his teeth and always felt that there was a big conspiracy behind this.

Han Jue said: "They may also be in trouble."

This sentence is true. He read the email before and found that Ji Xianshen, Ji Lengchan, and Ji Kong Taoist in the Tianxian Palace were all attacked by demon cultivators, and the number of times he was far higher than that of Yuqing Holy Sect and others.

It seems that they must have been restrained.

Li Qingzi sighed and left.

Han Jue's face remained unchanged. In fact, he was using the puppet of the sky to observe the situation in the Demonic Imperial City.

He is waiting for someone.

What are the devil emperor's plans!

As long as Ji Nai kills Ji Nai, the demonic path will naturally collapse!

Not long after.

The monks of the Yuqing Holy Sect were escorted to the Demon-Welcome Altar. They had been imprisoned for so long, and under the destruction of the demonic energy, they had already lost their combat power and could only look at the demon cultivators around them with hatred.

"Is this the devil-welcoming ceremony?"

"What is in heaven?"

"Isn't you really going to summon the demon?"

"In legend, demons were once humans, and the most powerful races before the demons..."

"Damn, I can't mobilize the spiritual power in my body!"

"Where is the Demon Emperor?"

...

The monks were talking, panic, nervous, and uneasiness spreading on the altar.

More and more monks are being rushed to the Demon-Welcome Altar.

The greedy demon arhat stood next to the altar, chanting with his eyes closed.

Some monks wanted to resist, but were directly knocked down by the demon cultivator, destroyed the meridians, threw them onto the altar, and kept wailing, extremely miserable.

Huang Jihao came to the Jiuding Zhenren and asked softly: "Is the God-Slaying Elder of the Sect coming?"

In his mind, Han Jue is the most powerful monk. If he comes, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Jiuding Zhenren shook his head.

He was very glad that he did not let Han Jue come. If he came, even the incense of the Yuqing Holy Sect would be cut off.

Huang Jihao showed regret.

Rumble

Above the altar, a figure appeared out of thin air, and above the blood air, it was the Blood Demon Ancestor.

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked down at the demon-welcoming altar and nodded slightly.

He directly exuded his terrifying pressure, covering the earth, making the chests of all monks on the altar feel very uncomfortable.

When all the monks went to the altar, except for the demon cultivators guarding around the altar, all the demon cultivators knelt down and worshiped the altar.

The heaven and earth fell into silence.

The number of righteous monks on the altar has exceeded 100,000, and they all dare not say anything, looking at the sky nervously.

What's going to happen next?

"Welcome to the Demon Emperor!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor shouted, and after the words came, hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators shouted in unison.

"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

The demon cultivators shouted in unison, the voices gathered together, deafening, and each demon cultivator's face was full of fanaticism.

A figure appeared in the vortex of demonic energy in the sky.

It was the magic trick of the Demon Emperor. He raised his arms and spoke, "The inheritors of the Demonic Way."

When all the demon cultivators heard this, they shut up and stared at him.

The monks of the righteous path were even more nervous and didn't know what would happen next.

"The world first opens, and everything is chaotic. First there is demons, then there is gods, and then the human race is born. Immortals appear. The way of demons is to pursue unrestrained by the laws of heaven, immortality, immortality, immortality, and as long as you want, and be grateful for your kindness and revenge!"

Ji Naihe's voice was full of vicissitudes of life, leading the demon cultivators back to that eternal era.

Han Jue, who was far away in the immortal mountain, also heard his words through the puppet of the sky, and thought to himself that this was a magic pyramid scheme?

Han Jue did not take action immediately, and the trick was hanging high in the sky, which was not the best time to take action.

At this time, Murong Qi, Black Prison Chicken, Xun Chang'an, Yang Tiandong, and Wudao Jian had already woken up.

"Master, should the Tao we pursue be lifespan or spiritual power?" Murong Qi asked.

Han Jue replied: "Sentient beings have the ambitions of sentient beings, and my ambition is life span. When you live to the end, your strength is the strongest."

Yang Tiandong asked: "The law of heaven has its own rules, and the cycle of life and death is the rule of heaven. Will the queen of immortals break out of the cycle of life and death?"

He has now given up his ambitions and is determined to pursue the path of immortality.

"Immortals are just stronger than mortals, and their true immortality is far from immortality. Otherwise, there would not be so many immortals and gods in the myth. It is precisely because the end of the great way is far away that we should cherish the present. Today, we should practice one stick of incense less. How much time has been wasted in a thousand years? What about ten thousand years? What about millions of years? "
Chapter completed!