When Yun Qing went to the ancient battlefield of Qingtian, the demon army also descended on Nanfeng Continent through the large teleportation array hidden in all directions.
The vanguard team of the demon way is composed of thousands of inner sect disciples of the Shattering Heavenly Demon Sect, and the leader is Wushen, the direct descendant of the Shattering Heavenly Demon Sect. This person is the oldest among the descendants of the Shattering Heavenly Demon Sect. Compared to rookies like Zhu Wuxia, he is even comparable to the general Holy Land seniors. Moreover, Zong Wushen is also one of the law enforcement disciples who have participated in the Qing Dynasty's rebellion in the South China Sea all year round. According to legend, he is decisive in killing people, good at changing opportunities, and has no mercy.
The decision of the Netherworld Holy Association this time is not unwise. People like Zong Wushen may not be able to win the battle, but they are indeed the best vanguard leaders. He can cope with the current chaotic situation and has enough cultivation base to restrain the demon and human army in Jiuming City who lost Hu Hanmei's pressure.
There are more than a million troops in the human and demon ways, and because of the distance limitation of the demon way, only a thousand elite disciples from the inner sect can be sent at a time. However, Zong Wushen entered the Tao with the true method of the demon, and also practiced to destroy the many inheritances of the Tao. When the two are combined, he can be summoned into the world in a free way. As long as he has a firm foothold in Jiuming City, then Hua Da Zi Zai Tian will be able to continuously supply demons and witches with energy, and monsters full of the aura of destruction will spontaneously invade the big world and destroy everything they see.
At the same time, the Great Teleportation Formation near Jingguo has been exposed, and the reason for the exposure is the successful construction of the Six Paths of Life and Death.
The Wheel of Life and Death of the Six Paths was refined by Yuan Mozun and the elders from the Sect Master of the Six Paths Yan Mo Sect. After the refining was successful, it was divided into thousands of parts and handed over to every disciple of the Shattered Sky Demon Sect who went to Nanfeng Continent. When these disciples arrive at their destination, they will be sacrificed according to the instructions, and all these fragments will fly to the core part, which is where Zong Wushen is.
At that time, countless black fragments swept across the sky of Nanfeng Continent, and finally gathered above the Great Teleportation Array near Jingdu. The places where these fragments flew dropped from time to time the corpses of Asuka, as well as the black liquid with the smell of blood. People who touched this thing would gradually turn into irrational monsters.
In the end, Zong Wushen combined thousands of fragments that had been practiced with the technique of destroying the demon sect into one, and the six rounds of life and death were formed. According to legend, if the power of this thing can be fully exerted, then the saint will be killed with one blow. However, Zong Wushen is not a direct descendant of the Six Paths Yan Mozong, and can only use this to deter the major holy places, and then supplemented with the true method of heavenly demons to spread the invasion range of monsters.
Right now, there is the powerful Zong Wushen in the Wuwang Demon Realm, the powerful Six Paths of Life and Death Wheel, thousands of elite disciples of the Shattered Heavenly Demon Sect, and a steady stream of Dazizaitian monsters. Taking Jiuming City is easy and beyond everyone's expectations .
The reason why it is said that Zong Wushen took Jiuming City was easy is because Lu Tiantan sent troops to face off against the Hundred Thousand Dashan Demon Army immediately after Hu Hanmei's fall. Although humanity prevailed, both forces in Jiuming City were still In the weak post-war period, the magic army, which was well prepared and had been recharging its energy for a long time, retreated without any suspense.
Unexpectedly means that no one thought that Mo Dao would directly attack Jiuming City as soon as he appeared in the world. Jiuming City can be said to be a big quagmire where countless cultivators have buried their bones in recent years, and the magic way is the same as the fairy way, and the number of disciples under the sect is rare. It can be said that every death means one less. I thought that Wuhuang Demon Realm would hide behind the scenes like Tongtian Shenmai to help fuel the flames, but Zong Wushen sent by the orthodox demonic way directly came to destroy the city and plunder the land, and even went to the two holy places of Lutian Temple and Qingchuan Mountain Mansion in one go. Before Huangquan Demon Venerable killed the direct lineage of the Immortal Dao, it was basically a one-on-three posture.
The more the Wulu Demon Realm expands in Jiuming City, the more the comprehension world's panic about the demonic world becomes more obvious. At this time, the orthodoxy of the demonic way simply looks like it will become the enemy of the world.
At this time, in the southern wilderness, among the thousands of monsters, there are two demon cultivators who have turned into human forms. They all looked like boys, one in green and one in red, the two were young and handsome, with bare feet, and it was hard to tell which was male and which was female.
Tsing Yi said indignantly: "The devil is so arrogant, I really can't swallow this breath."
Chiyi sighed, looked at the constantly rotating six circles of life and death above Jiuming City, and said, "Hey, I don't know where Lord Bi Fang has gone."
"He said he was ordered to find Jumang, but he hasn't seen Niaoying so far. He probably went somewhere to play by himself." Tsing Yi complained, "He always runs away without saying a word. This time Master Tianhu is dead and he doesn't know where others are..."
After he said that, he was a little choked up, apparently thinking of Hu Hanmei and feeling sad.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Master Tianhu is just tired. She has been begging for my family for so many years at the Human Saint, and it's time to take a break." Chiyi patted him on the back and comforted him.
"It's all the sage's fault... woo..." Tsing Yi leaned over her shoulder and wept, "Bi Fang, Lord Bi Fang shouldn't have left without authorization, he knew... woo... He knew Master Tianhu had a request Heart of death…”
"Okay, let's not talk about this." Chi Yi looked sad, but calmly comforted Qing Yi, "Where did you say Master Bi Fang went?"
Tsing Yi wiped away tears and said, "I'm going to find Jumang."
Chi Yi pondered for a while: "Dongfang Jumang? Didn't that god fall tens of thousands of years ago?"
"That's what Master Bi Fang said. God knows which Jumang he is looking for." Tsing Yi felt that Master Bi Fang had always been unreliable, and this time he probably just made up an excuse and ran away.
Chi Yi didn't take it seriously: "No, you just said that he was ordered to go, even if he is unreliable, Lord Saint should still know it well."
"So what, anyway, he escaped when the Demon Dao captured the Nine-Life City. This time I will go back and I will file a serious complaint with Lord Saint." Tsing Yi's eyes were a little swollen, and he looked very pitiful.
"Lord Saint is also very tired these days, don't bother her." Chi Yi waved to the demon army beside her while comforting her.
"Let's retreat another hundred miles. If the magic way doesn't go further to the south, we can station a hundred miles away."
Several commanders of the demon army hesitated, Chi Yi waved his sleeves, and insisted: "The demon army is arrogant, let's leave it like this for the time being, and discuss it after Lord Bi Fang comes back."
The commanders exchanged a worried look, and then said: "Yes!"
At this moment, Bi Fang, who was far away in the extremely cold place, yawned inexplicably: "Well, someone must be thinking about me."
It flapped its wings and flew towards the underground palace, turning the ice into scorched earth as it flew, and kept howling: "Jumang—Jumang!"
Here is a vast snowy area covered with ice for thousands of miles, but as soon as it flies over, it emits a fiery air to the surroundings, and a large amount of ice and snow melts into water, converging into rivers, gurgling and flowing.
The water flows to the low-lying places, and isn't the lowest place in this extremely cold place the underground palace? At this time, the entrance reinforced by the crystal clear ice has turned into a piece of mud, and melted snow water is constantly pouring in from all directions. From a distance, the gate of the underground palace looks like a waterfall. Bi Fang followed the water flow from a high altitude and saw the entrance of the underground palace.
It shrunk its body a bit, became nimble and slender, and Shi Shiran entered the underground palace through the water curtain. There were a few casualties fighting at the entrance with red faces, but in the blink of an eye they only saw a patch of red, and they were instantly reduced to ashes by Bi Fang.
"Gumang—Gurmang—" Bi Fang yelled carelessly as he walked through the underground palace.
Many casual cultivators who lived here felt the unusual heat and came out to observe it one after another. As a result, they were engulfed in a sea of flames as soon as they showed their heads. At this time, the dark underground palace was brightly illuminated by the red Bifang fire, and all the stone walls were burned into a pitch-black color. The entire underground palace was rapidly heating up like a big steamer. The ice and snow on the ground began to melt again at such a temperature, and poured into the underground palace. The underground palace became extremely humid and hot, and every corner inside was covered with high-temperature steam.
Bi Fang, who was in the same color as the flame, walked back and forth in each quiet room, shouting "Ju Mang" incessantly, and within a short while, all the casual practitioners in the room were burned to the ground.
But Bi Fang still didn't find the Jumang it was looking for, so it had no choice but to go deeper into the underground palace. The water vapor inside is steaming, condensing into drops, sticking to its body wetly, Bi Fang doesn't like water, so the more it looks for it, the more irritable it becomes.
"Why is this place so big?" Bi Fang complained, and stopped on the spot, the stone slab it stood on was burned through.
"Forget it, I don't want to go in."
It looked at the winding road in the underground palace, and at the village road that kept flowing in behind it, and lay there lazily, unwilling to move. It twisted its neck and rummaged through its feathers to find a small cloth bag.
"Lord Saint, thank you for giving me this kit, I knew you were the best for me."
While muttering, Bi Fang opened the small cloth bag with his beak.
The cloth bag was still well preserved even in the scarlet flames covering Bi Fang's body, which showed that it was not an ordinary thing. It poked a little with its sharp beak, and pulled out the contents a few times. It was an ancient mirror covered with mirror burden.
The mirror burden is a light cyan color, with countless flowers and plants embroidered in dark cyan color on it, and it is impossible to distinguish them unless you look carefully. Bi Fang lifted the mirror burden away, and the bird's beak made a cold and ethereal sound when it was clasped on the mirror, which mixed with the sound of dripping water in the underground palace seemed very strange. There is a clear light under the mirror burden, and the mirror surface is as quiet and beautiful as a cold spring under the moon. On the edge of the mirror are the bones of monsters and beasts that have been carefully polished, and are also densely patterned with flower and plant totems. You must know that the bones left by the ancient monster are extremely solid, and it is really unimaginable to draw such a detailed pattern on them.
Bi Fang used his paws to turn this ingenious ancient mirror over and over again, but he didn't realize that it was useful. It poked it with its beak a few more times, and the light sound from the ancient mirror spread to the depths of the underground palace with invisible fluctuations.
A painful beast cry came faintly from the depths of the underground palace.
Bi Fang was stunned, then happily flew up and circled with the mirror in his mouth: "Oh, it's alive!"
It was shaking the ancient mirror, and the shrill howling sound was getting closer and closer. After a while, the stone wall in front of Bi Fang was knocked down, and Aman stood in the wall panting heavily.
He looked extremely painful, and kept making high-pitched howls, which didn't sound like human beings at all, but were somewhat similar to Bi Fang's bird song, except that it was deeper and rougher. Gradually, Aman's eyes became green, with the meaning of endless vegetation. His heroic and rough face was gradually covered with blue feathers, his arms gradually turned into wings, and his feet lifted off the ground into sharp claws. Thin branches grew from behind his ears, with lush flowers and leaves, unaffected by the fiery atmosphere in the underground palace.
There was a sound of dragon chant under its feet, and upon closer inspection, it actually stepped on two flying dragons.
Amang stared at the mirror in Bi Fang's mouth with his half-conscious eyes, and then rushed towards it with a flap of his wings!