I, Panda, am super fierce!

At the junction of the Western Continent and Shichahai, a monk wearing a black robe appeared.

The demon cultivators scattered around turned their heads to look at it a few times, and then looked away uninterestedly.

He is just an ordinary person who wants to go back to the Western Continent, so he has nothing to care about.

The visitor walked into the barrier, stretched out his palm to touch it, and poured a steady stream of magic energy into it.Soon, a gap wide enough for a person appeared in that place.

When someone walks in, the entrance disappears.

This is the Western Continent!Si Heng looked ahead and said in his heart.

The little hairball in his arms made some movement, Si Heng withdrew his gaze and looked down.

Although the aura of the Western Continent is not as good as that of the Eastern Continent, it is also much richer than the Shichahai. As soon as he entered, Yizhou felt the difference.

The last ray of mana returned to his dantian, he put away his exercises and opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is no grass, the land and the sky are gray, showing his barrenness to everyone.

Yi Zhou changed his face in Si Heng's arms, looked around and turned around again.

"Hmm~"

how did you get in

Si Heng pointed to the clothes on his body: "Depend on this."

The enchantment between Shichahai and the Western Continent absorbs magic power, and it seems that only pure magic monks can open it, but that is only now.

Before the Dao Demon War started, when the Righteous Dao and the Demon Dao lived together, there were some things that could be disguised as the breath of the other party.

Si Heng's dress is one of them. It is something he obtained from an ancient secret realm. In addition to transforming the breath of the devil, it can also transform mana into magic.

As long as he doesn't take off this dress, Si Heng can say that no one will recognize him.

Hearing his explanation, Yi Zhou was very curious. He rubbed his forefoot on the clothes, opened the front of the clothes again, put his head in, and looked inside.

But no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing special about the clothes.

"If it's too special, it will attract suspicion." Si Heng patted his head and put the hair ball on his shoulder: "Let's go, let's find other people."

Zhengdao built a city at the junction of Shichahai and Dongda Road, but the Western Continent was empty, and there was no one in sight.

Si Heng and the others walked for two days before finally seeing a city.

The city does not look grand, the walls are small, the gates are dilapidated, and the soldiers standing at the gates are not strong.

The mortals queuing outside can enter the city after paying a black stone. Si Heng has never seen that stone before, and it is estimated that it is the transaction currency of the Western Continent.

He was standing at the back, thinking about how to sneak in, when he saw someone galloping towards him in the distance.

"Urgent report! Wu Chuguo sent troops to invade the country!" The man held a chess piece in his hand and shouted all the way as he ran.

Following his voice, the faces of the surrounding people showed anxious expressions, they pushed each other, wanting to get in faster.

The soldiers at the gate were also a little irritable, and they began to swear when they encountered this situation, and the mortals under the jurisdiction of the magic way were also not very good-tempered, and a burly man walked out of it, and pushed him to the ground with a slap.

The soldiers struggled to get up and shouted for helpers, but the people outside the city had already seized this opportunity to swarm in. Just as the soldiers inside the city were about to come out to stop them, the horse-beaters returned, and the chess pieces in their hands were changed. Shouted: "Shut the city gate!"

Hearing this order, the soldiers hurried forward to close the city gate together, regardless of the people who squeezed in before.

The moment the city gate was bolted down, a sigh of relief was clearly heard in the crowd.

Si Heng heard someone beside him sigh: "Wu Chu Kingdom is about to attack. I heard that their national teacher can summon thousands of soldiers and horses alone. I don't know how long we can last."

Another person said: "What are you afraid of? Wu Chu's national teacher is very powerful, and the priests in our city are not bad."

"I also think our offerings are more powerful. Before that, we personally saw that adult begging for rain."

"Praying for rain is praying for rain, and fighting is fighting." Some people are still pessimistic: "I have been fleeing for the past few years. If the city is destroyed this time, I don't know if I can survive."

Si Heng quietly listened to them, and guessed something based on the information.

The national teacher of Wu Chu State and the priests in the city should all be demonic monks, not belonging to the same camp. According to the inference, the national teacher of Wu Chu State should be more powerful.

Another point, according to the person behind, it seems that there are frequent wars between countries here, which is extremely unstable.

Wars involving monks are always faster, and people report at noon, and an hour later, the outside of the city is already surrounded by people.

The priest in the city was invited to the city wall at the last moment, accompanied by a group of soldiers and generals.

The two armies confront each other, and the war is imminent.

It was no different from the opening of the Mortal Empire on Dongda Road. Wu Chuguo pushed the catapult and the ladder, and behind the catapult was a heavy crossbow, trying to break into the city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall poured down hot oil and boulders one after another, and shot arrows from top to bottom. In just a short time, countless casualties were caused on both sides.

What makes people feel strange is that no matter whether it is the "National Teacher" or the "Sacrificer", they seem to have no intention of making a move. Even the priest in the city closed his eyes and began to meditate amidst the wailing of fireworks all over the city.

Both sides are not afraid of casualties. Since the beginning of the war, there has been no sign of stopping. The corpses under the city wall are piled up in a high pile, and the sky is soaked in blood, turning a dull red.

In this bloody aura, the priest's face became more and more ruddy, and even became a little strange.

He finally opened his eyes, and with even more momentum than before, he laughed wildly and raised a black flag.

The flag grew in response to the wind, and the surrounding blood seemed to be attracted by the black flag, and they gathered one after another. The brocade surface of the black flag became moist, and the smell of blood became stronger.

"Offer" put two fingers together and waved the black flag. A gust of evil wind blew in front of him, whimpering loudly, and the soldiers of Wu Chu Kingdom lost their sanity immediately and began to kill each other.

Seeing the scene on the opposite side, all the people on the city wall cheered. They knelt down to the "offer", worshiped him, and thanked him for saving the people of the whole city.

But is this really the end of the matter?

No.

The evil wind blowing from the black flag does not affect everyone, at least it is the case for the national teacher of Wu Chu Kingdom.

He didn't say anything about the cannibalism around him, and he didn't care about his own casualties.

The "National Teacher" naturally doesn't need to care about it, because all the people who died will belong to him.

The fighting around gradually stopped, and the rest of the people regained their sanity, looked at the brothers beside them, and couldn't help but howled.

Before they could cry enough, the corpses on the ground stood up one by one, and continued to attack the city wall in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

They are immortal, invulnerable to pain, and unstoppable.

"National teacher" and "worship" raised and lowered, glanced at each other, and could see the satisfied expression on each other's face.

……

There was an extra fleshy palm on his face, Si Heng pinched it, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yi Zhou moved his face closer and rubbed against each other: "Yeah~"

Did these two do it on purpose?

Standing on a high place, they had a clear view of the scene in front of them. The two mage monks showed no hostility to each other at all, and even welcomed the casualties of those mortals.

Seeing this, Yi Zhou had a bold guess—these two people were using the deaths of these people to cultivate.

Si Heng gave him an affirmative answer. He pinched the cushion in his palm and sighed softly: "That's right."

he asks. "Want to save them?"

The one who answered him was the bear's paw slapped on the top of his head by his own Xiaotuanzi.

Si Heng laughed, and pulled down the fore palm of his head, but without seeing any movement from him, the two demonic monks suddenly died.

The sudden death of "worship" and "National Teacher" terrified the surrounding people, but the two sides stopped their attacks because of this. The people in the city rejoiced and rejoiced that they had escaped again.

The "enshrined" bodies were brought down from the city walls and buried in pits dug on the main street.

The surrounding people spontaneously gathered together, chanting spells in their mouths.

Those incantations were weird, and they sounded depressing, like they were cursing something.

Si Heng didn't plan to stay here for a long time, he found the city lord while others were not paying attention, and heard some news from him.

Although the city lord is also a mortal, he is in a high position and knows more things than others. At least he can remember clearly the distribution of sect forces in the surrounding area.

"Thank you." Si Heng thanked, took Yi Zhou out of the city again, and walked towards the nearest sect indicated by the city lord.

After the people left, a trace of confusion flashed across the face of the city master who stayed where he was.

"Why am I staying here?" He thought, and shouted loudly to the surroundings: "Guards, guards!"

Yi Zhou still stayed on Si Heng's shoulder, thinking of what happened before, he asked hesitantly.

"Hmm~"

These people also know that they have no good intentions, right?

Si Heng asked: "How to say?"

"In my previous life, if people were buried on the road for people to trample on, it was a curse that they would not be reborn."

This sentence is too long, Yi Zhou was afraid that he could not express clearly, so he used sound transmission.

Even in human terms, the appearance of Tuanzi's voice is far from his own.

Same as his appearance, Yi Zhou's voice in human form is also cold, but his current voice is like a three or four-year-old child, with a soft and sticky taste.

Si Heng stopped in his tracks, rehearsed the words over and over in his heart, and then replied with a smile: "It makes sense."

It took too long for this response, and there was something wrong without thinking about it. Yi Zhou let out a breath, bent down, opened his mouth and bit the chin in front of him, and said with air, "You are laughing at me!"

"Injustice." His jaw was bitten, and even his speech was affected, so Si Heng also chose to transmit his voice, his hoarse voice echoed in his ears, with a deceptive taste.

He said: "I just heard you say that for the first time, and I want to remember it better."