Chapter 328 On the Eve of the Great War

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After looking at the more than ten elders in front of him again, Chao Huanling suddenly sighed and comforted him quietly, "I can feel that if we can successfully get through this time, my demon palace will definitely fly. You must guard every city.

"Yes." When more than a dozen elders in front of them heard the words, they all bowed their hands with grief and indignation, with boundless determination in their words. They knew that this was just a word from the patriarch to comfort his subordinates.

Chao Huanling nodded with satisfaction, turned his eyes, and suddenly looked at Ji Wushui. Seeing that Ji Wushui was also resolute at this time, he slowly said, "If they really want to attack, the first one to attack is Xuanyun City. Wushui. If it is invincible, you can quickly send it back to the demon palace."

When Ji Wushui heard the words, a cold light flashed in his eyes and suddenly arched his hand and replied, "Master Chao, Wushui will do his best."

Chao Huanling sighed helplessly as soon as he heard it: "Hey, who told you to go all out? If you can't win, come back quickly. If you lose the city, you can grab it again. If you die, there will be nothing left, understand?" After the phantom words, he looked at the rest of the people and asked again, "Do you understand?"

Now, everyone bowed their hands and thanked them, "I understand."

Seeing this, Chao Huanling exhaled a sigh of relief, waved his hand feebly and whispered, "Go back to the city."

As soon as the voice fell, the ten escape lights suddenly shot out of this council hall and shot in the direction of the special transmission array set up by the demon palace.

Half an hour later, outside Xuanyun City, a scene of a large army pressing the border made Ji Wushui, who stood on the gate, frown.

"Ep Elder Ji, when you just returned to the general forum to discuss the matter, they said again that if they don't hand over Elder Xiao and Elder Ling within three days, they will break into the city." A young man in green robe embroidered with a three-headed wolf logo on his chest suddenly ran to the rear and said respectfully to Ji Wushui.

Ji Wushui was speechless for a long time, but he looked at the red sky in the distance like a fool. The condensed sunlight falling from the sky, like a layer of blood fog, decorated the whole world with murderous intent.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Ji Wushui's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself, "Spiritual friends, Xiao Dao friends, when will you two evil stars come back? If you don't come back, I will be killed by you."

And in the dense camp of nearly 100,000 monks on the opposite side, several extremely felled monks are discussing something.

A layer of gray aura completely shrouded several people in it, and I don't know what they are talking about.

"Xuyun, if there is no movement in Xuanyun City at noon tomorrow, you can first take the elite in your door to attract the attention of the monks stationed there, and then I will kill in with Sirius Taoist friends with the disciples under the door. If you find the traces of the two people, catch them alive first, and then force them to ask." A monk with a strong demonic spirit said to several monks with extraordinary cultivation in front of him.

Among the people in this circle, the patriarchs of Nine Snake Gate, Demon Valley, Xiaotian Mansion and a chief elder are among them. In addition, there are more than a dozen masters who can't see any school, but their cultivation is not weak, and almost all of them are in the late stage of the Sky Mirror.

Among the nearly 30 monks here, four of them are the strong in the early days of Yangjing. They are the blood coagulation of the patriarch of the Nine Snakesmen, the blood of Tianlang, the patriarch of Xiaotianfu, Xiuyun, the elder of Xiaotianfu, and the person who spoke, the suzerain of the Demon Valley.

"The suspense died at the man's hands. The deterrence of my demon valley has decreased a lot. Even if I can't kill those two people, I will destroy the demon palace. I'm afraid that many people will no longer pay attention to my demon valley in the future." Guan Zhan's whole body was shocked, and a boundless sense of war suddenly spread.

At the same time, in the continuous mountains far away from here, countless flat monks are shaking their heads and staring at this place. It is the little monks who plan to fish in the muddy water.

However, among these countless monks, there are five people with great temperament.

These five people wear a unified cyan Taoist robe, which looks inconspicuous at all, but the light flashes in their eyes is difficult to hide their own temperament.

"I didn't expect that Demon Valley would dare to do this." One of the handsome teenagers looked at the dense army of monks in the distance and said in a flat tone.

Another skinny monk with a sallow face beside him heard the words, but waved his hand and said, "Look carefully. Maybe we are lucky to meet the person we are looking for here. At that time, the reward will be a million Xuanhuangzhu."

"Well, I don't know what the elders in the door are looking for. They have been looking for him for 13 years. Is that young man the emperor of their dragon clan?" Another obviously brainless strong man looked at the two and said extremely impatiently.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the other four people reached out and covered his mouth at the same time. These five monks turned out to be Yuanjing disciples of the Tianlong sect who came out to look for Xiao Heng's whereabouts.

"What the hell are you talking about? If you want to die, don't pull us to die together. It's not that you don't know. This task is not assigned by the elders, but by the suzerain himself. Even half of the heavenly elders have been sent out. In the future, control your mouth tightly, or I will block you with a turtle shell. The young man who spoke first was shocked, but he cursed.

And a monk on the far right who seemed to have some thieves and mouse eyes heard the words, but he said slowly, "Don't quarrel. We gossip. I don't know if you would like to hear it."

As soon as this was said, the other four people immediately looked at him curiously.

I only heard the man lower his voice and said slowly, "The last time I went to report on the task, I heard the elders of the earth say about the Qinglong monk. Do you know? In the ancient wilderness dragon world, the Qinglong monk is the royal family. Then the man pointed to the strong man with his mouth covered and said, "This guy is really right. The young man on the portrait is very likely to be the emperor of the dragon clan."

"Ah?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes widened, and the two people who covered the strong man's mouths also unconsciously loosened their hands.

At this moment, an illusory voice suddenly penetrated into the ears of the five people: "Oh? The Qinglong family? It happens that I'm also looking for it.

"Who, who?" The five people were terrified when they heard the words and glanced around, but they didn't find anything. They were still the monks of those ordinary sects.

"Go quickly, there are tall people." The thief-browed monk looked around, swallowed his saliva, and immediately said to the four people beside him.

The other four people were about to nod, but the blood in their bodies seemed to suddenly condense, and they could not move at all.

Only the thief-browed and mouse-eyed disciple of Tianlong Sect is still urging: " Hurry up, wait for death?"

"They are dead. Go back and tell your suzerain that I have found the demon world. If they are knowledgeable, they will surrender obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless." When the disciples of Longzong urged and anxious that day, a voice like a thunderstorm sounded in his mind again.

He was shocked. The monk, whose cultivation was in the middle of Yuanjing, was so scared that he collapsed down like this.

He looked around in horror, but still found nothing. When he looked at his four peers again, he found that their breath had disappeared.

"Ah..." After a scream, the disciple of the Tianlong Sect suddenly sacrificed his escape and shot crazily in the direction of the general altar of his sect.

After a long time, a faint figure fell into the crowd.

In the demon world, there is also the alternation of the sun and the moon, but the moon is still blood-red. Like a sickle stained with blood, it is like cutting off all the world.

In the dark night sky, I don't know when there were suddenly two unnoticing figures, flashing from the side to the wall of Xuanyun City like ghosts.

"There are so many monks outside the city. Something must have happened. Even the moat prohibition of Xuanyun City has been completely opened. Go, go in." After one of the cyan figures said something to a graceful figure beside him, he took out a token with a three-headed wolf sign and waved at the wall in front of him. The prohibition above the wall suddenly broke a cut.

Then, this green and white figure suddenly turned into two ghosts and flashed into it. Then, the broken opening gradually closed, and there was no trace of it, as if no one had ever been here again.

"Go to Ji Daoyou first and ask about the situation." The cyan figure is very handsome, and his silver hair is eye-catching and looks a little extraordinary. If it's not Xiao Heng, who else can he be?

And the white figure next to Xiao Heng is naturally a withered butterfly.

Now the withered butterfly has advanced to the early stage of the Yang realm, urging the speed of the flying escape spirit to chase the meteor lightning. Unexpectedly, it crossed thousands of miles and rushed to the mysterious cloud city in one day.

In the Demon Soul Hall, Ji Wushui was arranging some things for his subordinates, but he suddenly sensed two sharp eyes.

At the same time, Ji Wushui also hurriedly looked at the door of the hall, but he didn't see a figure.

"Ead Elder Ji, what's wrong?" A monk at the peak of Yuanjing saw Ji Wushui's appearance. After being surprised, he also asked.

"Do you feel like an illusion?" Ji Wushui frowned and said to himself in a low voice.

However, as soon as the voice fell, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ear: "Ji Daoyou, I'm all right."

Ji Wushui was shocked when he heard the words. His pupils shrank, and his body flashed. At the same time, he also cut out a hundred blood-red sword lights in an instant.

Xiao Heng looked at the hundreds of sword awns that had been cut wildly. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and reached out to grab it. An invisible force suddenly grabbed the hundreds of blood-red sword awns into powder.

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