In just a few days, the situation in the Great Yan Dynasty changed drastically!

The demon clan originally had an absolute advantage, and the human clan's strength was suppressed among hundreds of cities. Except for the four holy places in the Heavenly Master Mansion and the mountain gates of the other three medium-sized sects, the spiritual veins and spiritual mountains occupied by other small and medium-sized sects and immortal cultivation families were all lost.

Now, the army of monsters has dispersed one after another. The demon king realm powerhouses in the army are either slaughtered or fled and hidden. Teams of monks have emerged from the cities and chased and slaughtered everywhere. The situation of the low-level demon clan suddenly returned half a year ago, but it was reversed. At that time, the army of demon clans emerged from the holy places of the demon clans, sieging the cities and pools, and was invincible!

At the same time, the immortal cultivation worlds in the three boundaries of the Great Chu Dynasty, the Jintian Dynasty, and the Qingyue Dynasty also reversed the situation. Armies of monks rushed out of the mountain gate and the city with great enthusiasm, chasing and slaughtering the middle and low-level monsters.

The defeated demon clan army flocked into other territory such as the Hanhai Empire, the Great Qi Dynasty, the Yinshuang Dynasty and other areas.

The Hanhai Palace, Yuling Sect, Xueshan Sect and other major sects that heard the news also increased the scale of the battle. The ancestor of the sect's God-Cultivation Realm had to take action personally and lead his disciples to kill the demon king and block the scattered demon clan army from entering the territory.

Even the Xiaoyao Sect in Wuzhou sent a large number of disciples to block the dispersed army of the demon clan into Wuzhou.

If the demon clan army is allowed to step into the territory and ignore it, the only one who is unlucky is himself. Moreover, the god-making ancestors of the Tianshi Mansion, the Divine Weapon Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Tianfu Sect have all set up butchers' knives. Even if the demon clan wants to take revenge, they will not attack themselves first.

Of course, monsters also have minions and are even more fierce. They will not let their necks erect and let them slaughter. One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, and the monks were also seriously injured.

In the fierce battles of life and death, even the Nascent Soul cultivators were inevitably injured and killed. Some Nascent Soul cultivators disappeared for no reason. The Demon King Realm powerhouses who were hiding in the dark and observing the situation in the battle could not help but intervene. Fortunately, only a few Demon King Realm powerhouses were hiding in various areas, and did not cause the battle situation to escalate again in a short period of time...

In a deserted city at the intersection of the Great Yan Dynasty and the Hanhai Empire, there were ruins everywhere, and one of the hidden underground stone houses was strictly prohibited.

Peng Zhuri sat cross-legged on the cushion in the middle of the stone house, pinching his magic tricks with his hands, closing his eyes to heal his wounds. His skin and face were blue and purple, which was very strange. As his magic power flowed, strands of black mist rushed out of his body and spread across the stone house, smelling fishy and unpleasant.

The black mist fell on the stone wall, and mottled marks were corroded on the stone wall.

Suddenly, the two thick stone doors flashed with a flash of inspiration, and slowly opened with the sound of rolling. A fat monk with big head, big ears and red face walked in.

Peng Zhuri's long golden eyebrows trembled, he put away his magic tricks, opened his eyes, and looked at the monk, with fatigue in his eyes.

The monk sniffed the smell in the stone house, and his wide robe sleeves suddenly waved, and a strong wind emerged indoors, and the black fog that filled the stone house was immediately washed away.

"Amitabha! Judging from the donor's appearance, he should be unable to die!"

The monk looked up and down at Peng Zhuri and smiled.

"Thank you for your help!"

Peng Zhuri looked solemn, and he folded his hands together to salute the monk.

"You don't have to be polite. The donor has a fate with the Buddha. In the future, he will become my monk's guardian beast!"

The monk waved his hand at him with a smile on his face.

Peng Zhuri was stunned, as if he had thought of something, his face turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly activated his magic power to flow in his body. The soul clone in the sea of ​​consciousness even pinched with his hands to sense something.

"Bald donkey, how dare you deal with me in my body!"

After a while, Peng Zhuri stood up suddenly, pointed at the monk, glared, his body trembled, and his teeth gritted.

The monk was not angry at all and grinned: "I didn't expect you to stand up so soon. It's a pleasure. Do you know that in order to save you, I didn't close my eyes for three days and three nights. I was so tired that I lost my strength and consumed countless magic pills. Not counting this, I missed the great opportunity of Liu Changsheng. Don't you repay this favor? You are just falling into the realm. Compared to being cut off by someone to use the demon pill as medicine and pulling out feathers to refine your weapon, it's a great blessing? By the way, I only have one pill left of the Nine Yang Resurrection Pill. I wonder if it can suppress the spread of toxicity in your body!"

Hearing this, Peng Zhuri's face turned blue and red, and his body trembled even more violently. The residual poison in his body began to erupt again with the fluctuations in his mood.

This monk did save his life, but he also took away his storage bracelet. The toxins in his body were not completely removed. Once he left the monk's Nine Yang Resurrection Pill, he would still have a life crisis.

"I think of my Western Pure Land, with outstanding people and spirits. The Buddha once said that there should be eight hundred arhats sitting down, and I am only one step away from this arhat fruit. If the donor wants to be my guardian spirit beast, I am the one who should be..."

The Great Yan Dynasty, Longhu Mountain.

Fu Qianqiu hid in a cloud of white clouds at the sky, quietly releasing a wisp of spiritual consciousness to explore the beautiful waters of Lingshan within a radius of thousands of miles. At this moment, the empty mountain was silent, and there was no cultivator walking around. No cave had a restriction. Instead, a group of low-level monsters, led by a middle-level monster, wandered around Longhu Mountain.

More than an hour later, Fu Qianqiu slowly withdrew his mind and his face became gloomy and gloomy.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Fu Qianqiu reached out and flicked the storage bracelet and took out a transmission magic plate. The magic plate was filled with spiritual light and a humming sound came out.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Qianqiu did not inject magic power into the magic plate, but instead put away the magic plate and turned around...

Hanhai Empire, three thousand miles outside Hanhai City.

Above a flying boat that was hundreds of feet tall, a middle-aged man in a majestic brocade robe was also holding a messenger magic plate in his hand, and injecting magic power into the magic plate.

This man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had extraordinary temperament, like a king who had been in a high position for a long time. However, he had green hair and blue pupils. He looked like a demon clan.

Next to the man in brocade robe, another tall and thin man in his early thirties, with a white face and no beard, a cold expression, narrow eyes, a strange dark red pupil, and a cold mist around him.

Both of them are like abyss and seas, and they are two powerful men in the Demon King Realm.

Behind the two, more than ten men and women in golden armor stood straight on both sides, standing straight. These men and women looked different, which were very different from the human race, and were surrounded by demonic spirits.

The flying boat under his feet is luxurious and grand. On the high mast in the flying boat, there is a dragon flag. In the flag, a majestic emerald green dragon shook his head and tail, shaking his teeth and claws, as if he was about to fly out of the flag.

This group of male and female monks came from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea.

The man in brocade robe, named Ri Ao Yu, was counted as the distant cousin of the dragon lord Ao Kuang.

After a full incense stick, there was no sound from the transmission magic plate in Ao Yan's hand. After hesitating for a moment, Ao Yan put away the magic plate with a gloomy expression.

"Yuan Xingkong doesn't know his life or death. Fu Qianqiu hides from you and I will disappear. What the hell are these two doing?"

The man in the green robe said with a gloomy expression, his words were hoarse and harsh, unspeakable.

Ao Yan was already bored. When he heard his harsh voice, he felt a little disgusted inexplicably, but he did not refute anything. Instead, he raised his hand to make a gesture at the golden-armored demon general behind him. The four golden-armored demon generals immediately attacked the flying boat's restriction and rushed forward like lightning.

Yuan Xingkong, who was responsible for inquiring about the news, was in no way and could not contact him. Fu Qianqiu could not find him. Beacons are everywhere in the Hanhai Empire, and human and demon races are fighting fiercely everywhere. The situation is in chaos. There is even news everywhere like the wind: Liu Changsheng was captured by Jin Bolang, one of the masters of Wanmo Valley outside the Zizhu Mountains. Fu Qianqiu and several demon emperors, powerful people in the God Transformation Realm joined forces to chase Jin Bolang, and chased the Qingyue Dynasty all the way from the Great Yan Dynasty, but was still escaped back to Wanmo Valley by Jin Bolang.

If the rumors are true, things will be in trouble. Could it be that Yuan Xingkong fell and died in this chaos? Is Liu Changsheng alive or dead, and where is Ao Qingyun now?

This trip was not as smooth as expected!

"I promised to meet up here, why? Haven't you waited for the one from Mo Hai?"

Baiya glanced at Ao Yan and asked in surprise.

"He's already here?"

Ao Yan smiled faintly, and after saying that, he glanced at the sky head on the right.

This chapter is over.

(Some book friends do not understand why the transformed demon king in the Dragon Palace is called the demon general. There is no reason. The dragon clan is called the king, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals can only be lowered first!)
Chapter completed!