I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

Zhuang Zhou's mouth suddenly turned into an "O" shape.

He knew that Gillian had a high status in the Netherworld.

But I didn't expect it to be so high.

Just showing a little bit of breath, before even saying a word, the undead giant at the peak of the Earthly Evil Realm knelt down on one knee and bowed his head.

"This is my master. If you are willing to obey me, you must obey his command!"

Gillian pointed at Zhuang Zhou and said.

Gillian's memory of her previous life was restored, but the master-servant contract between her and Zhuang Zhou remained unchanged.

Zhuang Zhou treated her well.

Gillian doesn't want to rebel either.

"Yes, Your Highness the Seventh Princess!"

The undead giant turned and knelt down to Zhuang Zhou.

Although this clan is stupid, they are more loyal and don't have so many tricks.

"No courtesy, come and fight with me later!"

Zhuang Zhou said.

Looking at the dark demon clan in the distance, Zhuang Zhou still had a hint of lingering worry in his eyes.

There are too many demons and they are powerful. Even with the addition of undead giants, they have little chance of winning.

Could it be that the seven-day tribulation in the City of Sin God is really so difficult to survive?

He planned carefully, but he still couldn't survive the disaster on the third day?

"We lost the vanguard battle! But you will definitely die in the next battle. The demon army's conquest of this world is an unstoppable historical trend. You can't win with your hands like a chariot! Now I give you a choice, surrender and become my vassal. Servant, I am willing to spare your life!"

Among the demons, a red-haired demon at the Tiangang realm slowly walked out.

He was young and didn't have dense, disgusting scales on his body.

Judging from his appearance alone, except for the red mole between his eyebrows and the long hair that burned like fire and hung down around his waist, there was no way he looked any different from a normal human being.

If there is.

Maybe it's just that this demon clan is too handsome.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a tall figure, and thin lips, like a knife edge.

If it's not bad as expected.

This man is the leader of the invasion of the demon army.

Zhuang Zhou looked at him.

Confirmed eyes.

Someone who can't be beaten.

The bloodline of the demon clan is inherently transcendent, coupled with the cultivation of the fifth level of Tiangang Realm.

Unless you use your trump card to summon the empress' projection.

Otherwise, even if all three gates are used, he will not be a match for this demon clan.

After all, his cultivation is still too shallow.

If he reaches the realm of earth evil and uses the laws of the stars, he may not be able to fight against it.

Zhuang Zhou was silent.

The other person smiles.

He stretched out three fingers and said to Zhuang Zhou: "I count to three. If you don't reply, I will treat you as not agreeing to my conditions. When the time comes, I will send troops to kill you, so don't blame me!"

"one!"

The demon youth's fingers shook.

Zhuang Zhou felt the luck flowing around him.

Close your eyes.

"Destiny" view.

Zhuang Zhou actually saw three forces of luck converging on him.

The first wave is as black as ink, rolling in like a raging river. It is the most intense, but it is strong on the outside but dry in the middle, and weak in the follow-up.

The second wave was filled with blood, boiling and filling the sky. It covered all directions, vast and powerful.

The third stream is the weakest, like a trickle, full of white light, constantly flashing, and long and far away.

"Do the three strands of luck represent three choices? It seems that I opened the city in the wrong way!"

Zhuang Zhou whispered.

He has already felt the reminder given to him by the "Destiny" technique.

The three strands of luck represent three paths in different directions.

They are also three different choices of forces.

Black luck should lead to the demon race.

It looks powerful, but the reinforcements behind it are gone.

The blood-colored luck undoubtedly represents those under the command of the God of Sin.

The city of the God of Sin, in the name of the God of Sin, the God of Sin should be the strongest, there is no dispute.

The white luck is the power of Alpha God, right?

Alpha God has fallen, but he still leaves a lot of arrangements in the City of Sin God!

"two!"

The red-haired demon clan's voice was cold.

His persecution was even worse.

Now it is time for Zhuang Zhou to choose his camp.

"No need to count to three, my choice is to protect the safety of the native creatures in this world, even if I die in battle! I would rather be a skeleton than a slave!"

Zhuang Zhou said sonorously.

He made his choice.

Of the three forces, Alpha God seems to have made the worst choice.

But Zhuang Zhou's intuition told him that this might be the best choice.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!"

The red-haired devil's expression darkened.

"Kill me!"

He waved his arms, and the army of demons roared towards him.

There are no rules this time.

The red-haired devil played a round of stud.

"Zhuang Zhou!" The blue-eyed celestial lion beast whispered anxiously.

Facing the surging demon clan, he had no chance of winning.

Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes.

Let the demons approach.

ten kilometers.

Five kilometers.

Three kilometers.

Five hundred meters.

Nearly.

closer.

When the demons charged three hundred meters in front of Zhuang Zhou, the smell of sulfur from their bodies poured into Zhuang Zhou's nostrils.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.

"Kill, bloom!"

Zhuang Zhou's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

The murderous intent in his body bloomed like the sun.

The green grass on the ground suddenly grew wildly and turned into countless tentacles. The hands wrapped around the limbs of the demon clan.

Be caught off guard.

Who would have thought that the harmless green grass underfoot would turn into a swamp from which there was no way out.

On the green grass, poisonous thorns sprouted, like fine needle points, shattering the scales and injecting deadly poison into the bodies of the demons.

Thousands of demons fell down like wheat cut by a sickle, one after another.

The next moment, their corpses turned into flames and burned, becoming sacrifices to the Netherworld Gate.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar came out.

An animal claw burning with flames poked out.

However, the narrow Netherworld Door could not allow the beast's claws to extend, and the door frame was deformed and twisted, hindering the beast's birth.

Hundreds of demons were sacrificed.

Only half of a ferocious beast claw was summoned.

Zhuang Zhou was not sure what he would summon.

The death of one demon after another was turned into a lesson with blood.

Warn other demons not to move forward.

Zhuang Zhou looked at the demon clan.

The raging torrent suddenly stopped.

"Continue?"

Zhuang Zhou sneered.

At this moment, his smile looked as ferocious as a ghost in the eyes of the demon clan.

Who would have thought that a child the size of a peacock could actually arrange such a game.

The attack resulted in hundreds of demon clan casualties, but he was unscathed.

Who is the real demon clan?

"What's this?!"

The moment I saw those vines taking action.

Lin Yun trembled.

Changing positions, if it were him, he would be frightened when encountering such a murderous plant on the battlefield.

"Thorns and poisonous vines!"

Nangong Mie said slowly.

"You also have this thing?"

Lin Yun looked at Nangong Mie, and for the first time he realized that the spiritual planter could exert such great power on the battlefield.

Last time, Lin Yun only thought it was an accident.

But this time, he was extremely serious, because such a method was impossible to guard against.

"The Logistics Office of the People's Alliance has them. The seeds are not expensive, and they are of high quality. With a thousand gold medals, you can talk to hundreds of them! But this thing needs the water of life to promote it, and I can't do it!"

Nangong destroyed the road.

"Thorns and poisonous vines are self-defense methods cultivated by an amazing spiritual planter in the Middle Ages. They can trap enemies or kill them. The vines are tough, not afraid of water and fire, hard to be hurt by swords, and can stab enemies. He is poisoned, kills people in an instant, and there is no cure!"