After dressing up as a demon

In Windward City.

Xun Ming, who was rescued from the Jue Sha Formation by his cronies, raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky like the sun that made people dare not look directly at him.

"It's the sovereign!"

The guardian behind him also opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help but say, "Hall envoy, the Suzerain has arrived!"

A smile finally appeared on Xun Ming's pale face: "That's right, if the suzerain leaves the customs at this time, Yingfeng City will definitely be safe."

"But..." Another person said, "The white mist covers the sky and the sun, and the demons inside seem to be on par with the suzerain...?"

Sun Ming smiled slightly.

He couldn't help but remember Shen Cang's voice transmission before he left.

Absolutely.

The name of the devil.

He looked into the distance, and when the two sides fought up and down, the majesty and power surged, and even Yingfeng City, which was not in the range of the battle, trembled, the floor tiles cracked, and the city walls shook.

The disciple's Dharma protection was not enough, just looking at it, his breath was unstable, his blood was churning, and under the heavy pressure, he quickly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Xunming's half-step hole is empty, but he can't see it very clearly.

But one thing, judging from the situation, the Suzerain did not have the upper hand.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the majesty of the suzerain he met by chance in the past seems to be a little different from today.

However, in the face of a strong enemy, how could the suzerain stop?

What's more, even the power of thunder at this moment is far from him.

Thinking of this, Sun Ming had a bitter expression.

Could it be that even the suzerain is no match for Juechentian?

"Wait!" Someone exclaimed, "My envoy, look!"

Xun Ming looked back in the direction of the finger, his eyes startled.

With a dazed kung fu, the sky is suddenly full of golden light!

Standing in the golden light, the already dazzling figure exuded a trembling aura.

Wherever the invisible residual prestige goes, the grass and trees lie low.

The evil spirit that was still expanding was constrained, rolled forward, and stood in the air, with a long straight line pressed out from the edge.

The gorgeous golden light in the sky.

The gloomy evil spirit on the ground.

The two are separated by a line, with a clear distinction.

On the fog, the puppet with the real evil spirit retreated steadily under the strong sword intent, and there was no such thing as the equal share just now.

The happy look climbed to the corners of Xunming's eyes and brows again.

He looked at the shadow that was hard to see in the golden light again.

He knew earlier that the suzerain has never been defeated, and Juechentian is naturally no problem!

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air.

Shen Cang was still behind Jiang Yundu.

After sending out the spiritual power, the Demon Lord may want to make a quick decision, and then act resolutely, the spiritual power gushing out of his palm suddenly soars.

It was he who underestimated the loss at the peak of the Mahayana period.

Fortunately, I got the Kanshui scroll from Qing Lianzong, and the recovery of internal strength has a bonus, otherwise staying here will only be a drag.

"Sect Master Jiang, I can't hold on for too long." Shen Cang used up all the spirit-gathering pills in his inventory before he said to Jiang Yundu, "Since you won't go to the Extinction Formation, do you still need my help?"

The reason why he did it just now is because his kung fu can freely enter and exit the Juesha Formation without being affected by the evil spirit.

Now Mozun only fights with Juechentian in the air, not in the formation, this effect is limited, and he doesn't need to do anything extra.

Jiang Yundu said: "How long can you hold on?"

Shen Cang frowned slightly.

The last time we met, Mozun had a deliberately alienated attitude, obviously he didn't want to have anything to do with him, since he was willing to speak, it showed that Wanwu was not as weak as he thought.

"One minute at most." After Shen Cang finished speaking, he changed his words again, "A quarter of an hour?"

He doesn't quite know the ancient chronograph names.

Jiang Yundu said, "It's enough."

After the words fell, he raised his hand to make a tactic.

Immediately the sky was cloudy.

The thunder rolled, and the lightning flashed together.

The daylight was blocked, and in the suddenly dark clouds, a huge icy sword pierced the sky and slowly fell.

The extremely murderous chill was pressed down with the tip of the sword.

In the air, the biting killing intent turned into raindrops, falling into the white mist.

"Go back."

The Demon Lord's usual flat and deep voice exploded between the heaven and the earth, echoing inside and outside Yingfeng City.

Xun Ming immediately knelt down on one knee: "Your subordinate obeys!"

Not daring to delay after speaking, he led all the disciples in the city to guard the whole city and flew out of the city.

He turned around while galloping.

In lightning.

The shadow cast by the huge sword covered the evil spirit, and the direction the sword tip was pointing at must be Juechentian!

next moment.

The blade of the sword moved suddenly!

Xun Ming was startled, and shouted sharply: "Everyone in Yingfeng Palace, guard against it!!"

Layer upon layer of shields!

Soundless and invisible waves arrived in an instant, like entering a land without people.

Layer by layer, the shields shattered one after another in the eyes of everyone who was waiting with bated breath.

Holding the gun in one hand, Xun Ming stepped in front of the last shield, raised his palm to force out the last trace of spiritual power in his dantian, and shouted: "Get up!!"

The cyan flowing spiritual power shield propped up in front of the spear standing on the ground, resisted for a while, and then quietly split open.

The remaining aftermath was caught by Xun Ming alone, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down on his cronies.

"Hall envoy!"

Xun Ming braced himself and looked into the distance.

The giant sword plunged obliquely into the ground.

Around them, Windward City, which they barely managed to escape, was in ruins, almost razed to the ground, and the high mountains on the other side were also out of sight.

When he looked over, the giant sword was turning into dust particles of golden light from top to bottom, slowly dissipating.

Most of the overwhelming white mist disappeared and quickly retracted to the ground.

The evil spirit is deep.

The heavy dead silence continued to spread.

Juechen looked at the sky.

The cloud has not dissipated.

There seemed to be a second attack brewing in the air.

That glaring light was the only bright spot in the world, he had to see it.

so familiar.

Just like yesterday.

Gui Yan knelt on the ground, the wound on his body was stinging, he didn't care to understand, at this moment, he was only frightened.

Such a powerful sword.

This can wipe out the power of magic energy.

This scene is not only familiar to Juechentian.

5000 years ago, I don't know how many demons are familiar with it deeply, and he is one of them.

But Dijun clearly cultivated at a low level, how could he be able to rival the emperor in such a short period of time!

Looking at the sunken footprints in front of his eyes, thinking of the expression on the king when he was repelled just now, Guiyan's hand on the ground trembled again.

"Your Majesty..."

Juechentian's face was hidden in the white fog, and no blood could be seen: "You once told me that the emperor's cultivation base is low, not worth mentioning."

There was fear on Guiyan's arrogant face: "Your Majesty, yes, it is what Qianji said!"

He thought that the emperor would come in person, and that the reincarnation of the mere emperor could not be the opponent of the emperor.

To kill the emperor is to make meritorious service, and to remove obstacles for the great cause, and the emperor will be happy.

Never expected that the emperor kept hiding his clumsiness, and everything came to naught!

Juechentian closed his eyes, hiding the flash of killing intent in his eyes.

The news about Dijun was wrong, ruined the opportunity, and he missed the most important step.

"Let's go."

Gui Yan said: "But your lord, if you don't get rid of the emperor at this time, if the emperor's cultivation level is higher in the future, wouldn't it be more difficult?"

Jue Chentian looked down at him.

The pitch-black eyes looked especially cold in the white clothes and white mist.

"Ghost rock, do you think I like being a stray dog?"

Gui Yan hurriedly kowtowed to the ground: "The last general dare not!"

"He beat me today, I can only avoid it, but you have to keep in mind what happened 5000 years ago."

Gui Yan hurriedly said: "The general will understand!"

"You don't understand." Juechentian didn't need to look to know that his face was full of bewilderment, and suppressed his impatience, "Because of your momentary mistake, I appeared in the world early. If the emperor finds out my whereabouts and doesn't mention the fairy world, attack To go to the world is a luxury."

Hearing the blame in his tone, Guiyan pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to interrupt.

"Qianji is loyal, Huanlian is quick-witted." Juechentian took one last look at him, turned and moved forward, "Guiyan, you have disappointed me too many times."

Ghost Rock trembled violently.

Seeing the snow-white figure disappear in front of him in one step, he also fled quickly with cold sweat all over his back.

The white mist gradually receded with the owner.

Seeing this, Shen Cang glanced at the map again, and saw the marked red dot and left quickly.

Unfortunately, soon, the red dot disappeared from the map.

Juechentian is the head of the demon world, so there should be a special way to find the system mark.

Next time, let's focus on the magic general.

Shen Cang closed the panel before retracting his hand.

The warm and gentle current flowed away from the dantian. Before Jiang Yundu could speak, his brows frowned slightly.

The realm is shrinking again.

It seems that it has just returned to its full glory, only supported by the spiritual power sent by Shen Cang.

If Shen Cang stopped, it would be the same as before, useless.

"You saved me again."

Hearing this, Jiang Yundu didn't look back: "I owe you nothing for saving Xunming."

Shen Cang was surprised: "How do you know that I saved Xun Ming?"

Jiang Yundu stopped his movements and remained silent for a long time.

Shen Cang didn't care either, and said with a smile, "But you are you, Xunming is Xunming, I owe you, and Xunming can't help me pay it off."

As he spoke, several auras flew from the ground.

The deputy hall envoy of Yingfeng Hall led the crowd to kneel on one knee in the air, cupped their hands and said, "Your subordinates are waiting to pay their respects to the suzerain!"

Jiang Yundu waved his hand slightly.

The deputy hall envoy stood up: "Xun Ming was seriously injured and unconscious, so it is inconvenient to come to see me, the suzerain please forgive me!"

The situation on the ground cannot be seen clearly from high places.

Shen Cang asked: "Is it serious?"

The deputy hall envoy first glanced at Jiang Yundu before replying respectfully: "The internal damage is too serious, and the heart veins are injured. It needs retreat to heal the injury. Thank you for your concern."

Retreat to heal.

Then it is inconvenient to ask in detail now.

Shen Cang thought for a while, then asked: "Where's Xun Yun?"

"Envoy, don't worry, Xun Yun is fine." The deputy hall envoy moved his eyes, and asked again, "May I ask if the envoy wants Xun Yun to come and see him?"

After finishing speaking, the back of his neck felt cold for no reason, as if there was a cold wind blowing, it was so cold that he subconsciously raised his head, facing Shang Jiang Yundu's cold eyes, his knees became weak in fright, and he knelt down again.

"Sect Master forgive me!"

Shen Cang didn't notice the actions of the deputy hall envoy, seeing him kneeling down suddenly begging for mercy, he also looked at Jiang Yundu: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yundu withdrew his gaze and said, "Follow me back to the sect."

Shen Cang's spiritual power will help him restore his prosperity, so this matter should not be delayed.

"Back to Biyuntian?" Shen Cang said, "Don't be in a hurry. By the way, how long will Xun Ming retreat?"

The deputy hall envoy trembled, not daring to raise his head: "This subordinate doesn't know..."

He didn't know where he offended the suzerain, but there were only two father and daughter, Xun Ming and Xun Yun, in what he said just now, how dare he continue.

Shen Cang turned around: "Then I'll go and have a look."

Jiang Yundu put his hand on Shen Cang's wrist: "After Xun Ming woke up, someone sent a letter to report."

Shen Cang glanced at his movements with downcast eyes, and then met his eyes.

Mozun has a cold personality, and with their relationship, it seems that they haven't gotten to this point yet.

Jiang Yundu subconsciously let go of his grip, and added softly, "You don't have to stay here for long."

Shen Cang asked: "You want me to go back to Biyuntian, do you have something to do?"

Jiang Yundu said, "Yes."

Shen Cang nodded his palm and looked behind him: "What about you, do you want to go back?"

The people behind were silent for a second for no reason, before saying: "Alright."

Shen Cang turned back to Jiang Yundu: "Then go back."

Mozun reversed his closeness just now, and didn't speak any more, and only led the two behind him against the wind, and went straight to Biyuntian.