Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 984
When you go to Kasyapa, you can ask for more, and then it turns into a plain area.

The man who controls the sword has become Fan Denglong, and the one with his head resting on his arm has been replaced by Liang Fan.

Although Fan Denglong didn't put it on his body when the demon said it would take half a month to arrive at the border of the Fengdu Underworld, but now, there is really no reason to delay.

The people of the demon clan obviously swept away all the obstacles ahead, no matter ghost cultivators, demon cultivators or other irrelevant people dared to block Fan Denglong's way again.

In Jiaye City, Tang Zhiyuan never expected that Tang Zhiyuan would be so useless. He didn't follow up with a single move, so that all plans were shattered.

The opponents of the Demon Race were so powerful that it was frightening, but Fan Denglong had no way out, and it would be better to survive than to die anyway.

"So, you still haven't seen the true face of that mysterious man in Kasyapa City?"

Liang Fan was holding a toothpick in his mouth, and he was indeed very leisurely without him having to fend off the sword.

"Up to now, it doesn't matter whether you see your face clearly or not. When you get to the border, you will meet sooner or later."

Fan Denglong smiled indifferently. Up to now, he could only use this to express his inner relief, so as not to cause Liang Fan to have too much emotional fluctuation.

"As the saying goes, climb a high mountain to see the distant view, the higher the more magnificent, how can there be a reason to give up halfway?"

"Even if you know you are going to die, you will be buried with you."

Liang Fan ignored life and death, which actually made Fan Denglong feel a little guilty.

"This time, we really have no way out. We can only go forward bravely. I hope you don't blame me when the time comes."

Although Fan Denglong made some preparations for the final battle, he actually didn't know whether he could win the demon master.

The future of the Heavenly Court rests on me, even if there is nothing I can do, I must fight for it.

"Blame you for what?"

Liang Fan was a little annoyed, "A man, how can there be such a reason to be so gossip?"

People have come here, saying that one thousand and ten thousand are false, and their ears are still callused.

Fan Denglong kept his mouth shut, concentrated on controlling his sword, and rode the wind all the way.

More than [-] miles away, even if Liquan was not dispatched, half a month was enough to get there.

Outside Puxian City, there are no more than [-] demon cultivators gathered, most of which are low-level combat power, but they still overwhelm the ghost cultivator area, and the millions of ghost cultivators dare not take a breath. The reason is that there are more than ten demon cultivators on the other side Leading the team, just these ten demon cultivators joining forces is enough to make ghost cultivators dare not take the lead.

In the past hundreds of years, ghost cultivators have suppressed demon cultivators, mercilessly blocked the passages of demon cultivators, and narrowed their living space.

The arrogance many years ago has been replaced by trepidation today.

"It is said that Jiaye City was destroyed by a small mortal cultivator, and the ghost respectfully injured him. Who else can resist the edge of the demon cultivator?"

In Puxian City Lord's Mansion, the important figures of Ghost Cultivator are discussing closely together.

The 20 demon cultivators were ready to go, and Tang Zhiyuan, who was like a white jade pillar holding the sky, was suddenly seriously injured. Many people even felt that the sky was about to collapse.

"Since Ghost Venerable is no longer useful, then we must immediately come up with a solution, otherwise once this demon cultivator launches an offensive, we will not be able to resist it at all."

The one who spoke was actually the Lord Jialan, who is a little red among the green bushes, usually has both ways and has never been a leader, but today she changed her style and took the initiative to speak, which is really a bit surprising.

However, the current situation does not allow her to continue to hide her strength and bide her time. The demon cultivators may launch an offensive at any time when they come to the city, and they are simply unable to resist in their current state of disunity.In the past, they bullied the demon cultivators too hard, and important figures like city lords like them definitely had no chance of surviving.

"I suggest that all the ordnance in each city be gathered together to build a line of defense and fight to the death with the demon cultivator."

City Lord Puxian followed, but in fact he did it for his own selfishness.

Now the demon cultivators are stationed outside the city. If they are concentrated in one place, Puxian City is the best choice.

In this way, he at least had a sense of security.

"You are clear about the situation of ghost cultivators. You must explain the matter clearly to them today. If you don't have the determination to die, then no one will survive."

The rest of the castellan began to speak, which was the most worrying thing at the moment.

A Fan Denglong single-handedly killed the Ghost Cultivator area thoroughly. Even today, many people in the Ghost Cultivator feel terrified when they hear Fan Denglong's name.

Although such an army looks mighty and majestic when assembled, it is actually worrisome.

"Yes, this matter must be publicized. The demon cultivators will not let us go. If everyone can't work together to defend the city, the day the city breaks will be the time when their souls will fly away."

The million ghost cultivators had to be tied to the chariot, and they had no way out.

"Well, the ideas are all good, but I don't know how long you plan to hold on to this ruined city?"

A voice sounded abruptly in the room, and everyone looked at the door together, only to see a majestic ghost in armor standing in front of the door.

Everyone was taken aback, and quickly stood up and saluted Guizun.

"You haven't answered me yet, how long are you going to hold on to this broken city?"

Gui Zun stepped forward and sat on the top vacant seat, and asked lightly.

All the city lords looked at Gui Zun quietly, waiting for the next sentence.

Of course, I also had some doubts in my mind. Didn't the news from Kasyapa City say that Gui Zun was seriously injured and was recuperating in the City Lord's Mansion?Why is it here?And it doesn't look any different?

Could it be that the news is wrong?
"Since you all don't speak, let the deity say a few words."

Looking around at everyone, no one could say a word, so Tang Zhiyuan spoke.

"Master Guizun please give me instructions,"

Some city lords wish that someone would come out to preside over the situation at this time, after all, everyone has their own ghosts.

"The idea discussed just now is good. I must tell the group of scumbags below that if anyone takes chances again, their souls will be scattered when Puxian City is broken. Whoever dares to die, I will finish him with my own hands."

With a murderous look, all the city lords held their breaths at the words of the ghost master. Since these words were addressed to the ghost monks, they were also included.

"Besides, there is no need to concentrate any defensive weapons. After the military order is delivered, everyone will leave the city with the deity to fight the demon cultivator to the death."

The city lords were taken aback. The gap between the enemy and us was so great that they might be able to survive for a while relying on fortified cities and armaments, but giving up the advantage of the city and going out of the city to face the tough, it was tantamount to hitting an egg on a rock.

"Since the deity has spoken, there is no room for taking it back."

Tang Zhiyuan didn't look at these people, and disappeared into the discussion room in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)