After walking out of the main hall, Xing Hongxuan saw that there were also mighty orthodox monks being escorted out from other nearby palaces.
It's hard to imagine how many righteous monks the Devil Emperor has captured.
"Is there really no hope? What about the Heavenly Immortal Mansion? What about those holy places?" The voice of a female disciple next to her was full of indignation.
Before being caught, they all thought that victory was in sight.
did not expect…
The nightmare has just begun!
Master Jiuding looked around, secretly frightened, how could there be so many demon cultivators
How did those orthodox monks quickly transform into demon cultivators
Logically speaking, the transformation of spiritual power into demonic energy requires a process of cultivation. How could it be possible to re-cultivate in a short period of time
The land is flat, with dozens of huge palaces scattered around. There are bonfires everywhere. The number of demon cultivators is incalculable. The demon energy forms billowing clouds, covering the sky and the sun, like it is evening.
Looking from the sky, the palaces formed a huge circle, and all the gates faced the same direction. It was a huge altar with a length and width of thousands of feet. The whole body was pale, as if it was made of white bones, and it was terrifying.
Demon welcome altar!
Around the altar stood a circle of demon cultivators, all wearing black robes, like ghost messengers from the underworld.
rumbling—
The dark clouds above the altar surged violently, forming a terrible vortex, with lightning and thunder.
In the distance, on a hill, Su Qi and Chaos Tengu lay behind a rock, looking around.
"There are so many demon cultivators, are we really going to do it?"
The Chaos Tengu asked tremblingly, after finally escaping from the Devil Emperor's palm, he didn't want to be in danger again.
Su Qi said sternly: "My heart belongs to the righteous way, how can I be afraid? If the devil emperor's plan succeeds today, the world will be in trouble. At that time, my master, your master, don't want to cultivate with peace of mind. Looking back at the time, it may be the lack of It's our strength!"
Chaos Tengu has a bitter face, this kid is too righteous and awe-inspiring!
He suddenly missed Ji Xianshen very much.
It would be great if that guy was killed!
…
Hard work into a fairy mountain.
After Han Jue's sermon was over, all the disciples and grandchildren were still in the state of enlightenment, unable to recover for a long time.
At this time.
Li Qingzi rushed over, he came to Han Jue's side, glanced at Murong Qi, Wu Daojian and the others, and said in a low voice: "Elder Han, the head teacher has been arrested, what should we do?"
The distance was too far, causing his news to be delayed for more than a year.
Han Jue replied, "Wait."
He wanted to say they'd be fine, but what if something happened
This kind of thing can't be guaranteed!
"I don't know what happened to those holy places, they all disappeared one by one, damn it!"
Li Qingzi gritted his teeth and said, always felt that there was a big conspiracy behind this.
Han Juedao: "They may also be in trouble."
This sentence is true. He read the email before and found that Ji Xianshen, Ji Lengchan, and Ji Kong Taoist in Tianxian Mansion were all attacked by demon cultivators, far more than Yuqing Shengzong and others.
It seems that they should be held back.
Li Qingzi sighed and left.
Han Jue didn't change his face. In fact, he was using the puppet of the sky to observe the situation in the Demonic Dao Imperial City.
He is waiting for someone.
What can the devil do!
As long as Ji Naihe is killed, the evil ways will naturally collapse!
Not long after.
The monks of the Yuqing Sect were escorted to the altar to welcome demons. They had been imprisoned for so long, and under the ravages of demonic energy, they had already lost their combat effectiveness, and could only look at the demonic cultivators around them with hatred.
"Is this the Ceremony of Greeting the Devil?"
"What's in the sky?"
"You don't really want to summon a demon, do you?"
"According to legend, demons were once the most powerful race before humans and demons..."
"Damn it, I can't mobilize the spiritual power in my body!"
"Where is the Devil Emperor?"
…
The monks talked a lot, and panic, tension, and uneasiness spread on the altar.
More and more monks were rushed to the demon altar.
The Greedy Demon Arhat stood beside the altar, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.
Some monks wanted to resist, but they were directly knocked down by the demon cultivator, their meridians were disabled, and they were thrown on the altar, wailing incessantly, which was extremely miserable.
Huang Jihao came in front of Master Jiuding, and asked softly, "Is the elder Zhanshen from your sect here?"
In his mind, Han Jue is the most powerful monk, if he comes, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.
Jiuding real person shook his head.
He was very glad that Han Jue wasn't allowed to come, if he did, the Yuqing Sect would have even cut off the incense.
Huang Jihao showed regret.
rumbling—
Blood energy billowed above the altar, and a figure appeared out of thin air above the blood energy, which was the ancestor of the blood demon.
The blood demon patriarch looked down at the altar to welcome the devil, and nodded slightly.
He directly radiated his own terrifying coercion, covering the earth, making all the monks on the altar feel as if they had been hammered in the chest, very uncomfortable.
When all the monks got on the altar, all the demon cultivators knelt down and worshiped the altar, except for the guards around the altar.
The world fell into silence.
There were more than 100,000 orthodox monks on the altar, all of them dared not say anything, and looked nervously at the sky.
What's next
"Welcome to the Devil Emperor!"
The blood demon patriarch shouted, and when the words fell, hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators shouted in unison.
"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
"Welcome to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
The demon cultivators shouted in unison, the voices gathered together, it was deafening, and every demon cultivator's face was full of fanaticism.
A figure appeared in the magic vortex in the sky.
It was the devil emperor Ji Naihe who raised his arms and said, "The inheritors of the devil way."
All the demon cultivators shut up after hearing the words, and stared at him closely.
The righteous monks became even more nervous, not knowing what would happen next.
"The world was first opened, and everything was chaotic. There were demons first, then gods, and then the human race was born. Immortals appeared. The way of demons is to pursue not being restricted by the law of heaven, immortality, immortality, whatever you want, quick kindness and hatred !"
Ji Naihe's voice is full of vicissitudes, leading the demon cultivators back to that ancient era.
Han Jue, who was cultivating far away to become a fairy mountain, also heard his words through the puppet of the sky, secretly thinking that this is a pyramid scheme of the devil
Han Jue didn't make a move right away, Ji Naihe was hanging in the sky, it wasn't the best time to make a move.
At this time, Murong Qi, Hei Prison Chicken, Xun Chang'an, Yang Tiandong and Wu Daojian had all woken up.
"Master Zu, should the Tao we pursue be longevity or spiritual power?" Murong Qi asked.
Han Jue replied: "All living beings have the aspirations of all beings, and my aspiration is lifespan. When you live to the end, your strength is the strongest."
Yang Tiandong asked: "There are heavenly rules in the way of heaven, and the cycle of life and death is the rule of heaven. After becoming a fairy, do you jump out of the cycle of life and death?"
He has now let go of his ambitions and only wants to pursue the Dao of Longevity.
"Fairy gods are only stronger than mortals. True immortality is far away. Otherwise, there would not be so many fairy gods reincarnated in mythology. It is precisely because the end of the road is far away that we must cherish the present. Today, it takes less time to practice a stick of incense than a thousand years." After that, how much time wasted? Ten thousand years later? Millions of years later?"
Han Jue said leisurely, he was absent-minded, but in the eyes of all the disciples, he was unfathomable and disillusioned.