Ximen Zhantian left the border quickly.

Urgently summon disciples to discuss important matters together.

His cultivation is unfathomable.

The sixth sense is very accurate.

He was still a child when the Holy King fell.

He followed in the footsteps of the Holy King all his life.

I spend most of my time in retreat, looking for breakthroughs.

But now, he has reached a bottleneck.

No matter how much he practices or comprehends, he can't make any progress.

It seems that it has reached the pinnacle of mankind.

Just when he felt invincible, this warning sign appeared.

This made his hair stand on end and at the same time, he was also secretly happy.

Crisis also hides hope.

The elders of the Holy King Sect all looked at each other in confusion.

To make the sect master feel threatened, could it be that the Jade Emperor led the Three Pure Ones and Six Imperial Guards to attack?

But this is simply impossible.

The Battle of Heaven Covenant is still there.

The top management of both parties abides by the rules.

Even if there is a small friction, it is a personal behavior.

What could threaten Camp 50, which is in the middle of the battlefield between gods and demons?

"Master, if you want to talk about the big things that happened recently, there are indeed them."

"The Demon of Destruction has appeared and swallowed up our two camps."

The eldest disciple, Ximen Wangyue, is also a strong member of the Ximen family.

Ximen Zhantian's expression changed and he said sternly: "It's ridiculous that you didn't notify me of such a big event!"

Ximen Wangyue said sarcastically: "We dare not disturb our ancestors with such trivial matters."

Ximen Zhan was shivering.

The two campsites disappeared out of thin air.

Is this a trivial matter?

"Tell me more about this world-destroying demon."

Ximen Zhantian took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Back then, the Holy King led hundreds of tribes across the battlefield of gods and demons, but he never lost any camps.

Now, luckily, we actually lost two campsites.

In ancient times, there were originally 108 camps.

Now, there are only 80 camps left.

Could this be the reason for my lack of understanding of the way of heaven?

Ximen Zhantian's heart moved, and he seemed to have grasped the key.

Ximen Wangyue recounted Ren Kuang’s glorious deeds.

No added oil or vinegar.

But everyone was stunned and in disbelief.

"Send the order and search for traces of the Mad Emperor with all your strength."

"But you are not allowed to start a war at will. Everything will be handled by the leader of this sect himself."

Ximen Zhantian's heart was like a raging wave.

All kinds of rumors about Ren Kuang seemed to open up distant memories in his heart.

The story told by the Holy King when he was a child came to mind again.

Ren Kuang, will he be the reincarnation of Master?

Camp No. 50 is bustling with activity.

The Holy King issued the latest order.

Anyone who can provide information about the Mad Emperor will be rewarded heavily.

The Mad Emperor's appearance and charm are played in various towns in turn.

He quickly became a celebrity.

Ren Wa's teleportation is more like opening a direct portal from outside the space.

However, this portal is not opened casually.

It needs to be in a relatively stable place with no interference.

Otherwise, if you drive directly to the city lord's mansion, collect the stone tablet and run away, wouldn't you be invincible?

Ren Kuang walked out of a barren mountain.

The spiritual energy here is relatively thin, and the mountain is relatively barren. There is basically no reason for monks to stop here.

Therefore, within a radius of hundreds of miles, few people come.

Ren Kuang also has a hint of the heavenly aura of the Holy Temple.

Therefore, he will not be excluded at all here.

Other warriors will not sense his aura as a warrior from another world.

He moved towards the main city, neither fast nor slow.

Thousands of miles away from the main city, the number of warriors has increased.

Compared with the desolation of Camp 82 and 81, this place is as prosperous and prosperous as a capital city.

The size of some towns is almost as large as the main cities of these camps.

In this world, there is no difference between the warriors of the temple and the warriors of the earth.

Ren Kuang was a little confused.

The church is so powerful inside, why can't it even organize a conquest army?

This is very abnormal.

Having easily destroyed two major camps and defeated the Holy Temple army before, Ren Kuang thought that the Holy Temple was nothing more than that.

Now it seems that I have indeed underestimated the enemy.

After all, after eight thousand years of development.

Without the two Heavenly Emperors personally presiding over the situation outside, Earth and the Holy Church signed an armistice contract.

Both sides no longer aim at consumption. It is hard to say how many strong men have been born in these thousands of years.

Ren Kuang's mood became a little complicated.

He felt as if he had truly become a villain.

"Donor Ren Kuang, please stay. Old Man Hongyuan has something to say."

Suddenly, there was a wave of noise ahead.

Golden light soared into the sky, reflecting the dark sky like daylight.

A monk stepped out of the void and stood in front of him.

Ren Kuang's eyes narrowed: "Hongyuan? Is it you?"

I have heard his name for a long time but have never met him.

I didn't expect to meet him here.

Ren Kuang has a deep obsession with this person.

When he was born, this person predicted that he would be the devil who would destroy the world.

As a result, Ren Kuang was disliked by his father.

Stabbed in the back every time.

Ren Kuang had wanted to discuss it with him a long time ago.

Now, he actually came to block the road just in time for Guangming, which surprised Ren Kuang.
To be continued...