Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

Liu Qingming felt miserable in his heart. He might as well have taken refuge with Xuantian Sect at that time. He came all the way back to report, but he still had to be locked up as a madman.

Who can be worse than him?

But no matter how much he called and begged, he could not change the miserable fate of being imprisoned in the sky prison.

Listening to the cries outside getting smaller and smaller, Jiang Tianming's angry expression softened.

"Humph! A dead duck has a hard mouth!"

He shook off his sleeves and robe.

Jiang Tianming's eyes kept changing, and he said coldly: "It seems that Xuantian Sect is indeed controlled by the Red Demon. Even the people I sent out had their memories tampered with by him in a despicable way. What a cruel method."

He didn't believe those ridiculous deeds told by Liu Qingming, they were even more outrageous than those told by the storytellers in the Central Region.

The only possibility is that the Red Demon creates a crazy momentum for the so-called Senior Ye, so as to have a shocking effect on the Central Territory.

Unfortunately, this trick is so clumsy that only fools will be frightened.

It’s okay to lie to others, but don’t lie to yourself!

"Since you want to play, then I will let your enemy accompany you to have fun."

Jiang Tianming sneered and began to issue orders to the outside world.

Wuji Dao Sect.

Sect leader Feng Qingyang received the decree from Holy Master Xuantian, and the stone that had been hanging in his heart these days finally fell to the ground.

Now, I can finally fulfill my previous statement and officially launch a crusade against the Red Demon far away in the East Region!

Otherwise, the demon-slaying order that I issued with great fanfare some time ago would have killed Lonely.

After all, there has been no action, and there are more rumors from the outside world.

They all felt that he was getting cold feet and was just having fun.

"Send the order to mobilize the sect's army!"

"Follow me to conquer the east and slay demons!"

The majestic and loud voice came out of the hall, resounding like thunder in the sky above Wuji Dao Sect.

Clang clang clang~!

The rapid ringing of the bell rang.

Not only Wuji Dao Sect, but one Dao sect after another is taking action at this time.

Swish, swish, the immortals all over the sky appeared one after another, exuding a terrifying aura.

boom!

The Central Territory was like a pot exploding.

The monks' scalps were numb and they were shocked. They were also convinced of the Red Demon's tragic defeat.

"My dear, there are at least [-] immortals, right?"

"Hey, is this the foundation of the Eight Great Dao Sect?"

"Well, it seems that only the Cangming Dao Sect has not been dispatched. It is said that they are holding a funeral for Elder Wei."

"Holy shit! How many days have it been and the funeral isn't over yet?!"

Seeing the sudden start of the demon-slaying war, all the great states in the central region were in a state of commotion, and all Yinkui rushed to break the news.

After all, the target of this crusade is the red demon Hong Chiba who was the all-powerful man who founded the Fire Worship Demon Cult!

Cangming Taoist Sect.

At the funeral, Ye Wusheng knelt alone in front of the portrait, feeling unspeakable pain in her heart.

He thought that a fight would start soon, so he didn't take the funeral seriously. However, for some reason, the Wuji Dao Sect took no action, so he had no choice but to fake it and hold a grand funeral that day. , in order to deceive people and confuse the outside world.

I thought that after a few days of delay, Wuji Dao Sect would take action, but I didn't expect that this delay would really be 49 days!

During this period, he was afraid of being discovered by spies, so he had to pretend to be sad and stay at the funeral to express condolences for Elder Wei.

Ye Wusheng knew very well that with Feng Qingyang's temperament, he would definitely send someone to keep an eye on him secretly. If he showed his flaws at this time, it would make the other party suspicious and re-evaluate the threat of Red Demon Red Qianye.

At that time, wouldn’t it mean that we have gained access to resources in vain and have been taken advantage of?

No.

Ye Wusheng told herself that she must endure it!

As the saying goes, a little impatience leads to great chaos.

Isn't it just acting? Then I'll do the whole thing!

that's it.

Ye Wusheng stayed at the funeral, feeling tormented inside during the boring wait.

Looking at the huge portrait in front of him, in which Elder Wei was smiling, Ye Wusheng suddenly had the illusion that the other person was laughing at him, and he felt more and more aggrieved.

Ah, so angry!

But there is no way, if the Wuji Dao Sect doesn't take action for one day, his funeral will have to continue.

at this time.

The excited voice of the elder came from behind, "Report to the sect master! The Seventh Avenue Sect has begun to take action! The immortal army is heading towards the Eastern Region!"

Ye Wusheng raised his head suddenly, breathing heavily for a moment.

This, is this true?

He finally no longer has to keep pretending, kneeling like a clown at the funeral, and leading by example for the outside world to see!

After being hit by great happiness, Ye Wusheng was silent, and his mood reached its peak in an instant. It felt like all the hardships were over and the sun was shining brightly.

The next second, Ye Wusheng's shoulders were twitching, and he raised his head and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Hehehehe!"

The elders behind him were stunned. Are they so happy that they go crazy?

Gradually, Ye Wusheng stopped his wild laughter, stood up, looked at the portrait of Elder Wei in front of him, and said with a cold face:

"You're making me sick these days!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and the portrait turned into powder and disappeared into the air, along with the entire funeral arrangements.

Ye Wusheng, who was resurrected with full blood, swept away the previous depression and grievance. At this moment, he was full of energy and eager to show off his talents.

Because Ye Wusheng knew very well that this mighty immortal coalition would never come back since it embarked on the Eastern Expedition.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he could not only regain the resources lost by the Cangming Dao Sect, but also unscrupulously plunder the territory of the other seven Dao Sects.

"Haha, you all treated me like a soft persimmon before, but this time I, Ye, have finally become completely hard!"

at the same time.

Holy Land in the beginning.

In a simple thatched house.

An old man wearing a wide plain white linen robe and a compassionate expression sat quietly cross-legged, exuding the misty and boundless aura of immortality.

Suddenly, the elder's respectful report came from outside, "Holy Lord, the Wuji Dao Sect has begun to take action."

Swish!

The Holy Lord Taichu suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes contained the terrifying scene of the disillusionment of the stars. His thin lips moved slightly and he uttered a sentence, "Go down."

"Yes!"

Inside the hut.

The Holy Lord Taichu was as motionless as a stone sculpture, his eyes thinking deeply.

During the Immortal War back then, he was the strongest person holding an immortal weapon to participate in the crusade against Hong Qianye!

In the eyes of the outside world, the Holy Lord Taichu is jealous of evil, but in fact, there is another hidden reason behind it.

In addition to a group of fanatical believers who coveted the beauty of Qianye, there was also an old pervert like the Holy Lord Taichu!

He has a special hobby, that is, he likes beautiful women, and he is open to all of them, regardless of gender.

Especially for men, it will make him even more excited!

At that time, Holy Lord Taichu even secretly revealed the news to Hong Qianye. As long as Hong Qianye was willing to abandon his cultivation and serve him, he was willing to give Hong Qianye a way out.

After all, Hong Qianye, as a giant in the demonic way and the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, is very famous in China. If such a person is trained, it will undoubtedly give him an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

From the perspective of the Holy Lord Taichu, he was already quite sincere, and daring to take huge risks to protect this big devil was contrary to his noble status as the leader of the Holy Land of Taichu.

Unexpectedly, Hong Qianye not only refused directly, but also mocked him as a dead old pervert. This made Holy Lord Taichu shocked and angry, and broke his defense on the spot.

Soon the Immortal War broke out, and Holy Lord Taichu personally entered the battlefield. He held an immortal weapon and beat Hong Qianye back steadily. It can be said that he was determined to kill him.

Unfortunately, things backfired, and the red devil finally appeared again!

at this time.

The Holy Lord Taichu sighed.

He understands Hong Qianye's character and is determined to avenge the other party. If he comes back, he will definitely not be able to escape the blame.

As for Feng Qingyang's vigorous crusade, Holy Lord Taichu was actually not optimistic about it.

Many years ago, Hong Qianye had cultivated to the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm with his outstanding talent, and his fighting ability was extremely high. If he had not participated in the crusade with an immortal weapon, there might have been changes in the immortal battle.

Nowadays, the world has changed greatly, and it is unknown what level of cultivation the great devil who was able to control wind and rain will reach.

Regarding this, Holy Lord Taichu felt faintly uneasy.

"Hey, I can only ask that person for help."

The old sigh sounded with helplessness.

In the thatched house, the old man in linen robe sitting cross-legged on the futon disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already in an underground palace built at the bottom of the Holy Land of Taichu.

The palace was gloomy and filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The Holy Lord Taichu walked towards the depths of the palace, his expression becoming more and more complicated. What came into view was a super giant blood pool. The blood pool was bubbling and there were countless shriveled corpses floating on it, including men, women, old and young. It was a scene. Horrible.

"Lord Xuetu, I have something to ask of you." A look of respect appeared on the old face of Holy Lord Taichu, and he bowed his hands.

The voice just fell.

The pool of blood is boiling.

A tall figure with fleshy wings slowly emerged from the blood.

The waterfall of black hair is spread over the shoulders and chest, the complexion is sickly pale, the face is thin, the cheekbones are protruding, and the pupils are strangely blood red, showing a cold indifference.

It was obvious that this man was definitely not human.

boom!

With his appearance, the pressure in the palace was as thick as a mountain, so heavy that Holy Lord Taichu could hardly breathe.

Holy Lord Taichu was secretly shocked, to what extent has this person's strength recovered?