The army is about to set off, but Ji Hao is still familiar with this world. After the top ten demon generals left, Ji Hao stood alone in front of the bookshelf and read "Chronicles of the Tiancang Continent", "History of the Demon Realm", "The Demon King and the Demon Queen". The Story of "The Up and Down 500 Million Years" and so on.
The old waiter opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the book Ji Hao was holding in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then calmly handed a book to Ji Hao's hand. Ji Hao picked it up and read it. It's called "Beauty Banishing Immortals".
He glanced at the old waiter meaningfully. The old waiter bowed his waist and retreated five steps away, then stopped looking up.
Ji Hao opened the book, and at first glance confirmed that it was his own handwriting.
This is my own diary, I remember some bits and pieces, probably a product of a whim, the first diary time is March of the 123rd year of the Demon World Calendar...
March 123 of the Magic Calendar
cloudy weather, rain of blood
After a month of fierce fighting, the wild king was finally killed outside the Changling Palace. The army drove straight in and settled in the Changling Palace. Pen and ink, write it down.
June 123 of the Magic Calendar
cloudy weather, frost
Eat and drink, drink and sleep, being a demon is a bit boring.
January 124 of the Magic Calendar
Cloudy weather, volcanic eruption
After traveling alone in the Three Realms, the scenery of the Devil Realm is truly beautiful, the sky is always dark, the volcano is ready to erupt all the time, and the mist that pervades the air is thick and gloomy, eerie, and I feel refreshed physically and mentally.
February 125 of the magic calendar
The weather is overcast, the pool of blood boils
Boring, I told them not to bother me, only talking about retreating and practicing, actually visiting in secret, traveling all over the north and south of the devil world, surprised that there are still wild kings left, so they suppressed them.
April 125 of the Magic Calendar
overcast, foggy
Seeing the son of the wild king, Ruan Xianer, who is known as the number one beauty in the devil world, has a misty fairy air, unruly and cold, with a foul-smelling fairy aura. How could a giant give birth to such a beauty? Is it because he was cuckolded, or there is something wrong with our logic.
May of the 125th year of the magic calendar
Cloudy weather, sea waves
It is very beautiful to fight wits and courage with beauties.
He wants to kill me to avenge my father, but I want to marry him, who will wake me up.
Forget it, I am the Demon Lord, I can do whatever I want.
May of the 125th year of the magic calendar
Cloudy weather, red waves turning
I carried the beauty into the bedroom last night, it was extremely delicious and satisfying.
May of the 125th year of the magic calendar
The weather is cloudy, the people cry
It is the fault of the deity to make the admirers of the deity cry. Today, it is announced to the Three Realms that the deity has become a queen.
June 125 of the Magic Calendar
The weather is cloudy and the dragon is turning
The gate of the demon world was wide open, and the envoys from the three worlds congratulated him. It was never expected that the "Busi" in the fairy world would also send envoys, but the leader hid his brows and covered his eyes. He was known as Ruan Mingchi, the dean of "Busi". Yes, it is the leader who is hostile to the demon world, the number one beauty in the fairy world.
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"Mozun, the demon army is assembled, please go to the front of the palace and issue an order."
Ji Hao was reading intently, when the old waiter suddenly reminded him, he closed the book and turned to look at him.
Ask: "Here, who is the enemy?"
The old waiter said: "The spies have come to report that the Righteous Path is gathering today, with "Unthinking" Le Zun Ruan Mingchi as the leader, Wei Weipo from the Human Realm has assembled and set up a defensive formation."
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows: "Why do we go out to the expedition, everyone in the three worlds knows it, because they dislike the smooth process?"
"..." the old waiter said, "Mozun, you arranged for someone to hand over the battle letter to "Busiju" in January."
"I?"
"..." The old waiter lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
Ji Hao felt that he couldn't understand himself.
This is where the trouble came from.
Since it is a big war, it is natural to win. Wouldn't it be good to quietly lead the army out of the demon world, take down the human world in three days, and then occupy the gate of the fairy world? Why do you still have to hand over the battle text, with great fanfare, what do you think? Do you play with wars, or with dead people
After thinking for a while, Ji Hao put "Beauty Ban Immortal" into his sleeves, turned around and went out the door. The fully armed demon guards stood on both sides of the corridor, leading Ji Hao in one direction, and the old waiter followed behind him , noticing the corner of the book protruding from his cuff, his eyes were a little confused, but he quickly restrained this emotion.
After walking for five full minutes, Ji Hao almost turned the Demon Lord Hall around, and finally reached the highest point, on the wall of the outer hall, and saw a Demon Warrior standing in front of him who could not see the edge Waiting for the sword, the black armor is ferocious and mighty, neatly arranged on the plain, and the edge cannot be seen.
The ten demon generals stood closest to the city wall, some were thin and wretched, some were as tall and mighty as a mountain, and some looked like humans only with fleshy wings growing from behind, flying slowly three meters above the ground, of course there were also pure humans The purple-faced but handsome demon general stepped on a thin sword and floated in the air.
When Ji Hao appeared, the demon general looked up, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and the demon general with fleshy wings shouted: "The demon lord is above, the abyss lives the same life, the sun and the moon shine together, and the magic power is unmatched!" , this battle must be won!"
The remaining demon generals followed closely and shouted: "Squeeze the Three Realms, this battle must be won!"
Immediately afterwards, the army of hundreds of millions of demons uttered a roar like a tsunami: "Squeeze the Three Realms, this battle must be won!"
Even though Ji Hao lost his memory and didn't seem to have the urgent idea of attacking the Three Realms, he was still excited by the rumbling sound, and he felt a sense of pride.
Such shouts lasted for several minutes, and then the demon general in the front row turned to face his army, and it was still the demon general with fleshy wings who moved first. He flipped his palm, and a seven-story exquisite pagoda appeared in his palm. The body of the pagoda seemed to be made of cast iron. Army, quickly enter the tower!"
Then he saw the magic army in front of him turn into streaks of black light and fly towards the door on the first floor of the black tower. In a blink of an eye, the magic army in front of the magic general was reduced by one-tenth. And this black tower doesn't know how much space there is in the depths, and the magic army is still flying inside, as if it can't be filled.
Afterwards, other demon generals took out the black tower one after another, shouting: "Yichou army, enter the tower quickly!"
"Bingyin Army, quickly enter the tower!"
"Ding Maojun, quickly enter the tower!"
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Countless black lights merged into the black tower, hundreds of millions of demon warriors disappeared on the plain, and even the food and grass army farther away also entered the black tower. He slapped him fiercely, and finally ran forward rumblingly, waiting until he rushed into the black mist and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
But after a while, there were only ten demon generals left in front of Ji Hao.
The ten demon generals held the black tower with both hands above their heads, and shouted in unison: "Mozun is on top, the demon army is assembled!"
Ji Hao nodded, not surprised by this method, he just flicked his sleeves and said, "Come in."
These ten demon generals did not hesitate, and each used their magical powers to fly into Ji Hao's sleeve with complete trust and absolute loyalty.
Ji Hao flicked his sleeves again to seal the entrance, so he took the hundreds of millions of magic troops with him, and then turned to look at the old waiter.
Ji Hao's eyes were very dark, and they fell heavily on the top of the old waiter's head. The old waiter's back was almost bent to the ground, but he was more than respectful, but not afraid. He looked like he was waiting for Ji Hao's dismissal.
"You seem to know a lot." Ji Hao said meaningfully.
The old waiter replied: "It is the duty of this old slave to remind the Demon Lord at any time."
"Including I don't remember anything, not even common sense."
"The master is the master. The old slave has dedicated this remnant body to the master, so he will not fail to recognize the master's aura."
"Okay." Now that we've said it, Ji Hao is in need of a guide, "Come with me."
"yes!"
While speaking, nine black demon dragons flew out from the mountains under the red sun. They looked ferocious, their eyes were blood red, and they were thousands of feet long. The demon world seemed to be completely silent, and the cowardly and weak herbivorous monster was so frightened that its heart burst on the spot, and it rolled its eyes and died violently.
The nine-headed demon dragon flew to the Demon Venerable in a blink of an eye, bared its teeth and let out a dragon roar, black demon energy rose up, and the already dark demon world was pitch black in an instant, and the demon wind howled.
Ji Hao looked up.
The old waiter said: "The demon dragon is fierce and doesn't know how to restrain itself. The people in the city cannot bear its pressure. Please also ask the demon master to move into the chariot of the demon dragon. It will take half a day's journey to Weiweipo. The demon master may as well rest in the chariot. "
Only then did Ji Hao see that the bodies of the nine-headed dragons were covered with martingale jackets like the oxen and horses. They were pulled by thick black iron chains, and the purple magic lines were faintly visible on the iron chains, until they came to a ball that almost enveloped them. The black mist of heaven and earth has just come to an end.
Knowing where he should go, Ji Hao produced a cloud of magic mist to surround himself and the old attendant, and with another step, he surpassed the definition of space and appeared in front of the cloud of magic mist in the sky.
When you get close, you can find that the iron chain is huge, about ten meters high, with magic lines all over it. Standing beside Ji Hao is like a villain by the mountain.
The demon dragon, which was still baring its teeth and claws just now, sensed the presence of its master, and they all took back their angry scales, and made a docile appearance, and the demonic energy became much smoother.
Ji Hao looked at the magic fog in front of him, waited a while, and seeing that the old waiter didn't speak, he stepped into the fog.
This black mist is obviously an extremely powerful restriction, and those who do not set the restriction are not allowed to enter, but when Ji Hao entered it, not only was he not resisted by the attack, he even seemed to be happy with the restriction. The magic fog separated violently, and soon Ji Hao saw The scene in the magic fog.
The resplendent palace appeared in the depths of the magic mist, floating above the sky, but the inside was bright white, shining on the golden tiles, even a little dazzling.
"Please enter the chariot, Demon Lord." The old waiter spoke to the palace.
When Ji Hao thought about this chariot, it was really beyond his expectation.
After entering the chariot, as you can see from the outside, this place is just a palace, but it is surrounded by magic fog, even if it floats in the sky, you can't feel the shaking.
There are all pavilions and pavilions inside, and there is even a small square and garden.
The old waiter stood on the balcony facing the front and blew a whistle. Ji Hao's eyes easily passed through the black mist, and he clearly saw the nine-headed magic dragon flying towards the distance.
The sun, moon and stars are outside, but inside it looks like the years have been quiet.
Ji Hao was really interested in this chariot, and accompanied by the old waiter, he went around for a while, and then returned to the hall, and was reminded by the old waiter to meet ten demon generals one by one, and half a day passed in a blink of an eye.
After talking with the demon general, Ji Hao didn't understand even more, and asked the old waiter: "It's just some common boundary friction, and this will attack the Three Realms. I'm afraid it's not because of the outbreak of the second disease, eating too much to support? "
The old waiter stood respectfully by his side and said, "This old slave doesn't know."
Ji Hao looked at him coldly.
The old waiter hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I just heard you mention it once, and it seems to have something to do with the righteous leader, Venerable Ruan of Wuliang Mountain."
"Ruan Mingchi?" Ji Hao raised his eyebrows. Since he lost his memory, it was the third time he heard this name, and he recorded it in his diary once.
This person... who is so sacred