The world of the world, around the Northeast continent!

On a plain of a territory, countless demons flew freely.

The sound of piano sounded, as if CAO controlled the sky demons, surrounded by the demons, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were thrilled.

"ah!"

"How could it be a demon?"

"Meng Witch, Meng Witch of the Oriental God Cult."

"Meng Witch?"

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There was a panic of demons around, and one by one was swooping down and rushed straight to hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

On the top of a mountain not far away, there was a woman in white wearing a veil and stroking the guqin. On the guqin, transparent thin lines seemed to be shot out, connecting countless demons, directing the demons to rush to kill countless cultivators.

Behind the woman in white was a man in white, holding a feather fan in his hand, shaking gently, and seeing the chaos in the battlefield.

The man in white robe was the commander of the Fourth Legion of Dazhen, Meng Wenruo!

The person who plays the piano is his sister, Meng Rongrong!

There were also a large number of troops behind the brother and sister, but none of these troops were moved and looked at the brother and sister with great admiration.

"Hu!" "Hu!"

Countless demons seemed to appear out of thin air, quickly eroding towards the enemy troops on the other side.

"ah!"

In Jiaohu, one by one, the demons were penetrated by the body, and soon, they were like sculptures, and they were extremely afraid to move. When the demons entered the body, they all resisted with their minds and did not dare to move at all. Once they moved, they would disturb their minds and would be bound by the demons and betrayed the demons.

"bite!"

The sound of the piano stopped.

Meng Wenruo pointed to the feather slap in his hand: "Go, capture them all!"

"Yes!" The soldiers behind him agreed.

"Little sister, your piano sound is getting more and more exquisite. Can the demons in the Heavenly Demon Realm be controlled by you?" Meng Wenruo said with a smile.

"Brother, why are you here today? The eastern territory is expanding outward, I am responsible for the army, aren't you also responsible for the whole journey?" Meng Rongrong frowned.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Wenruo said with a solemn expression: "A distinguished guest is here, he wants to see you!"

"Disciple?" Meng Rongrong raised her eyebrows.

Meng Wenruo nodded.

"I don't want to see him!" Meng Rongrong refused.

Meng Wenruo said bitterly: "Little sister, I feel very uncomfortable when I get stuck between you! Why are you suffering?"

Meng Rongrong's expression felt complicated.

After a while, he said, "Where is he? I'll go see him!"

"In my palace!" Meng Wenruo smiled slightly.

"Yes!" Meng Rongrong walked towards the palace not far away with her zither carrying her zither.

Meng Rongrong stepped into the hall, Meng Wenruo gently shook the feather fan and sighed slightly.

Instead, Meng Wenruo looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the Eastern Divine Sect expanded its territory, with countless Confucian scholars inside, and was also very good at planning, just like Meng Wenruo, who was unpredictable to using weapons and ghosts.

Meng Rongrong even sounded the piano together, and the demons danced wildly, and they were invincible.

Meng Wenruo looked at the battlefield, and in the distance, in a forest, there were two figures standing at this moment.

A man with a white dress with a blurred face is a saint.

Another one, but he looks like the former enemy, Zhen Xiong!

Zhen Xiong, Yan Chuan's father-in-law in his previous life, killed his daughter. Later, he became a disciple of Dark Gui Guzi. A few years ago, Xianyang pretended to be Yan Chuan, causing Zi Zi to be injured. Zhen Xiong's two bodies had been killed by Yan Chuan, and in front of him was the body of the exact same beast.

"Gongyangzi, is that woman?" Zhen Xiong said in a deep voice.

The saint Yangzi nodded and said, "I believe you must be familiar with Dazhen. Meng Rongrong and Yan Chuan have a lot of entanglements. Yan Chuan also cares very much and even sends a legion commander to protect him."

"If you want to use Meng Rongrong to threaten Yan Chuan, just go by yourself. With the strength of your saint, you can take Meng Rongrong with just a swing of your sleeve. Why bother with this trouble?" Zhen Xiong said in a deep voice.

"Meng Rongrong is a disciple of the Oriental Divine Cult after all. If I take action, Dongfang Bubai will definitely not give up. Secondly, my Gongyang family cannot touch anything related to Yanchuan. You should understand that I don't want to get involved!" Gongyangzi shook his head and said.

"If you are worried, I'm fine?" Zhen Xiong said in a deep voice.

"I don't know your ability. Who made you go like this? Just trick Meng Rongrong out. Don't worry, I'm ready to deal with Yan Chuan. In addition to you, I also invited other enemies of Yan Chuan!" Gong Yangzi said in a deep voice.

Zhen Xiong stared at Gong Yangzi and finally nodded and said, "Okay, you can contact others as soon as possible!"

"They are nearby and see you!" Gongyangzi smiled.

Zhen Xiong nodded.

I saw Zhen Xiong's body twisting, and gradually, Zhen Xiong's appearance changed to Yan Chuan's appearance again.

"It's exactly the same, it's true. Just this breath is the same!" Gong Yangzi exclaimed.

"Gongyangzi!" "Yan Chuan" snorted coldly.

Gong Yangzi suddenly became nervous and then reacted: "Hahaha, like, no, that's it!"

"Yan Chuan" nodded, flew out of the mountains and forests, and flew towards the battlefield in the distance.

In the distance, Meng Wenruo shook his feather fan and looked at the battlefield, and suddenly saw a figure flying from the distance.

"Stop!" Countless soldiers suddenly shouted loudly.

"Holy King?" Meng Wenruo suddenly widened his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the palace behind him. Then he looked at the "Yan Chuan" flying in the distance again.

"Stop, do your own thing!" Meng Wenruo waved his feather fan and said.

In the distance, "Yan Chuan" was approaching in a blink of an eye.

"I've seen the Holy King!" Meng Wenruo said solemnly.

"Wen Ruo, is Rongrong here?" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Here, the Holy King, I'll call Rongrong out later!" Meng Wenruo said solemnly.

"Yeah!" 'Yan Chuan' nodded.

Meng Wenruo immediately walked towards the palace not far away.

After knocking, Meng Wenruo stepped into the hall.

In the main hall.

Meng Rongrong was sitting face to face with a man. Meng Rongrong looked at the man opposite with a little resentment.

The man is not someone else, he is Yan Chuan. The real Yan Chuan.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Meng Rongrong said in confusion.

Meng Wenruo smiled bitterly and said, "A 'Holy King' came outside and said he wanted to see you!"

"Oh?" Meng Rongrong said in a daze.

Zhen Xiong didn't wait long, and not far from the palace entrance, Meng Wenruo and Meng Rongrong stepped out again.

When Zhen Xiong saw Meng Rongrong, he felt happy.

"Rongrong!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yan Chuan?" Meng Rongrong frowned.

"It's me, are you still angry?" Yan Chuan said gently.

Meng Rongrong didn't say anything.

"I have something to tell you, come with me!" Yan Chuan took a deep breath and said.

Meng Rongrong shook her head.

"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan frowned.

Meng Rongrong took a deep breath and said, "Is it useful to say so much? Can you give me what I want?"

Meng Wenruo looked at her sister curiously.

But in the hall behind him, Yan Chuan smiled bitterly, because Yan Chuan understood that Meng Rongrong was saying this for herself.

"Why can't you give it to me? I'll give it to you whatever you want!" Yan Chuan said immediately.

Meng Rongrong looked at the "Yan Chuan" opposite, but sighed slightly.
To be continued...