King of the Fairy City

The battle under the dark sea of ​​the Demonic Abyss was in full swing. Two million demonic troops and millions of monsters were fighting crazily. Half of the dark sea was filled with chaos, and the sky and the dark earth were boiling.

Although each sect suffered heavy losses, from a certain point of view, the demon army still achieved a great victory. After all, humans are not monsters. Monsters do not have good scheduling and many strategies, and are guided by the army of demon cultivators, forming a pattern of using more to defeat fewer. , surrounding areas to call for help, etc. are commonplace.

The next day, Ye Mo was summoned to a flying battleship and gathered with the rest of the team. At the same time, he was given thirteenth-level magic talismans, great magical weapons and other means. In the hands of a sixth-level Nascent Soul demon cultivator.

Afterwards, Ye Mo and his party set off with an army of nearly ten thousand demon cultivators. Halfway through the journey, a group of fifteen people left the army and walked alone in the dark sea.

But this army of nearly 10,000 demon cultivators that set out from the headquarters stirred up the war in the Dark Sea even more thoroughly, making the fighting in the entire Dark Sea almost intense.

However, although the battle with the Warcraft was fierce, if someone could overlook the battle situation in the Dark Sea from the Demonic Abyss, they could easily find that the battle situation seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, with changes visible to the naked eye, resulting in a situation that was seriously out of control.

This kind of loss of control is not the loss of control on the battlefield, but the loss of control of the distribution of the power of Warcraft. On the distribution map of the fifty war zones at the top of the Demonic Way, the power of Warcraft has been severely tilted. It is guided by the army of Demonic Cultivators to lean in one direction, while the other The direction, or in other words, a certain road, has become extremely smooth!

Ye Mo and others were flying cautiously on this road at the moment, carefully and vigilantly paying attention to the movements within a thousand miles, while absentmindedly controlling the magic weapon to fly quickly.

The atmosphere in the team was a bit dull, with a bit of eerie silence. The group of people were like ghosts, flying forward silently.

Ye Mo saw that these demon cultivators were in a strange state. He didn't know what was going on, but he was not familiar with these demon cultivators, so he couldn't ask more about them.

What's more, the dark sea is not very safe. Although most of the monsters are attracted away, there are always some exceptions. Moreover, there are many immovable plant-type monsters in the dark sea, which are very difficult to deal with. How can Ye Mo care about these things? What is the devil on his mind?

Among the group of people, Ye Mo's cultivation level was at the fourth level of Nascent Soul, and he was one of the bottom seven people in the team.

In addition, there are six people who have cultivated to the fifth level of Yuanying, and two people who have cultivated to the sixth level of Yuanying.

Such a small team, not only being thrown into a group of Warcraft, but also being thrown into the bottom of the dark sea, is nothing. Because with the planning and help of the high-level demon cultivators, there will be no Warcraft lords. But even so, there are so many lone Warcraft and monsters. The plant monsters are enough to give the team a huge headache.

One war zone, two war zones, three war zones...

After passing through five war zones in a row, the team finally made a major mistake. A group of fifteen people mistakenly entered a swamp area with a radius of thousands of miles. As a result, they were heavily surrounded by a group of blood leech monsters under the swamp. There were piles of blood leech monsters as big as a palm and thick as an arm. Mana shield for everyone.

The blood leech monster is most afraid of spiritual fire. Unfortunately, this is the dark sea, and all fire spells cannot be cast. Everyone can only use their magic weapons to crush and kill them, dashing from left to right, and then fight out with difficulty.

Looking back at the strange swamp on the dark sea floor, the place was already shrouded in large swaths of blood mist. The screams of the blood leech monsters were transmitted through the sea water, making everyone's scalp numb and they fled quickly.

After galloping thousands of miles away and arriving at the top of a mountain, everyone put away their magic weapons and dropped them.

"Why am I so unlucky to be assigned such a job? This is not about getting benefits, it is clearly a life-threatening job. I have finally cultivated to Nascent Soul, but I don't want to ruin my life like this. Who cares about the strange beasts of the abyss? Look for it, I won’t go anyway.”

The demon cultivator of Xue Po Sect had a lingering fear on his face, he cursed angrily, and even wanted to give up his job.

Everyone could not help but be speechless. No one expected that after passing through five war zones, some people were already threatening to give up and run away.

However, everyone understands the mood of this demon cultivator. After all, they are not the proud ones like Tantai Bupo. Even with the cooperation and help of the various sects of the Southern Demon, the lone demon beasts on the road are enough for them to drink. Not to mention that after finding the strange beast of the abyss, the variables are extremely high, and it is very likely to cost one's life. No one's life is wasted, and no one's cultivation is in vain.

Therefore, this Demon Cultivator from the Snow Soul Sect stepped half-foot into the Ghost Sect? After exiting, he immediately chose to give up. Even if he would be severely punished by the sect for this, he would not risk his life.

"You have to think carefully. We all have secret marks on our bodies. If we fail to complete the task and the mark is detonated, the Nascent Soul will be annihilated and reincarnation will be impossible..."

The demon cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace frowned and said dissatisfiedly. He was one of the only sixth-level Nascent Soul monks in the team. Anyone who mastered a magic talisman should be afraid of him.

The Demon Cultivator of the Xue Po Sect sneered and interrupted: "Yes, there is a secret mark. They hold our lives in their hands, so what? If you go, you will die, if you don't go, you will die. Why should I go? On the contrary What will be the consequences if they and I fail to complete our mission?”

"Do you think too little of the sects? The sect trained you to threaten the sect at a moment like this? Coward!"

The Demonic Cultivator from the Sword Demon Palace obviously disliked the Demonic Cultivator from the Xuepo Sect, and his frown deepened.

"That's right, I'm a coward. I cultivate immortality for longevity and wealth, not to work for them. It doesn't matter if you say I'm selfish or shameless. I'm qualified to care about these things when I'm alive. I'm dead, so why should I care about these things?"

"The sect treats me well and trains me, then I will treat it as the sect. If you treat me like a dog, don't blame me for looking at it like a dog. With our qualifications, you can tell me who has received much care from the sect? How many resources can we get? Even if I was fed and drank well a month in advance, no, ten days, and given top-grade spirit stones and top beauties to serve, I would have done it. It's just a life."

"But what did they do? They summoned me with one sentence and made a promise that I don't know if it will work. "Why do you take my life for an empty promise that can be fulfilled?"

"I have to advise you that this kind of life-threatening job, why bother to work so hard? If you don't go, they may not detonate. Even if they do, it will be no different from going, and we won't lose anything; if we go, there are 100,000 ghost soldiers, even ghost saints, and abyss beasts whose death is unknown. For people like us, what's the use of just a magic talisman and a great magical power cannon? It must be exchanging life for the mission, and then what can we get? Besides, it's not certain whether we can complete the mission. "

The Xuepo Sect demon cultivator sat on the ground, actually opened the magic shield, and then took out the spirit wine, spirit fruit, and delicacies from the storage bag and ate and drank.

Even Ye Mo couldn't help but admire this man's eloquence. His words were straightforward and pointed directly to the hearts of the demon cultivators, and he even looked like a rogue. If he didn't leave, what could you do to him?

The most important thing is that his words are not without reason. Who cultivates immortality for longevity and wealth? They are just ordinary cultivators. Why should they do these tasks that should not be done by them? It is obvious that they are sent to die.

These people are already at the bottom of the sect. The sect has not given them any benefits. Who would be willing to work for them with just one sentence? As for fear of death, shame, etc.? It is indeed as he said. Only when you are alive can you have the qualifications to care. When you are dead, everything is empty talk.

"Nonsense! Shameless! Xuepo Sect can really raise anyone, and it actually raises something like you!"

The demon cultivator of the Sword Demon Palace looked ugly and scolded sternly, but the others were silent.

The Xuepo Sect demon cultivator was not angry, but laughed and said, "Go ahead and curse me. I will accept whatever you say. I know that your Sword Demon Palace is equivalent to half a family. Even the lowest-level disciples are family disciples and have their own sense of belonging to the family."

His smile made the Sword Demon Palace demon cultivator feel choked. He knew that it was useless to curse him. He snorted heavily and was too lazy to say anything more.

At this time, another Nascent Soul Sixth Stage Demon Buddha Sect cultivator spoke. He first bowed and chanted a Buddhist name, and then said, "The donor has too much resentment. If I am not wrong, the donor's idea seems to be to enjoy a few more days. What if I kill the donor now? Will the donor still not go?"

As two crucial people in the team, these two people have naturally been strictly tested and their character will not be too big a problem. The Sword Demon Palace demon cultivator had no choice, so the Demon Buddha Sect monk stood up.

Everyone could see that after the words of the Demon Buddha Sect monk, the Snow Soul Sect demon cultivator who was still feasting on food paused. He was silent for a moment, slowly put down the food and wine in his mouth, closed his eyes and said, "Kill me if you want."

Silence! Deathly silence!

Threatening with death was useless. This was something that the Demon Buddha Sect monk and others had not expected. The Demon Buddha Sect monk also frowned and said, "Donor, do you really not want to carry out the mission?"

Killing, you can't kill easily, but you must never start this.

"Don't kill? Then I'll continue eating. You guys go away and let me fend for myself here."

The Snow Soul Sect demon cultivator laughed and let everyone look at each other, eating and drinking with big mouthfuls.

Everyone really had no other way. This Snow Soul Sect demon cultivator was a gangster. It was useless to say anything. What else could they say?

After a long silence, the Sword Demon Palace demon cultivator and the Demon Buddha Sect monk looked at each other, with a hint of murderous intent in their eyes: since persuasion is impossible, then kill, this must not be done, otherwise no one will go.

At this moment, the Xuepo Sect Demon Cultivator stopped eating and said abruptly: "I thought about it and suddenly thought of a question... In this situation, what's the difference between one person going and a group of people going?"

Everyone's face was slightly condensed, and the Sword Demon Palace Demon Cultivator's eyes were shining, and he said: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, if there is no difference between a group of people going and one person going, then why should a group of people go to die, just let one person go. If the matter succeeds, everyone will have credit. Although the means are despicable, it doesn't matter. The truth is written by the winner."

"If the matter fails, there is no difference between one person going and a group of people going. We have no regrets. We will die, or we can be forgiven by the sect and get a glimmer of life. After all, survival is the instinct of any living being, and the law does not punish the masses."

The Xuepo Sect Demon Cultivator sneered and said cruelly.

As soon as these words came out, the defense line in everyone's heart was completely defeated, and even the Sword Demon Palace Demon Cultivator and the Demon Buddha Sect monks had flickering eyes.

The terrifying presence of a hundred thousand ghost soldiers, ghost saints, and the like made everyone involuntarily agree with the words of the Xuepo Sect's demon cultivators. Facing such a terrifying force, there was indeed no difference between one person and a group of people.

But, the law does not punish the masses...

Everyone sneered in their hearts. This sentence is useful in normal times, but in such a major event concerning the sect and even the Southern Demon Continent, what use will it be when used on a dozen ordinary demon cultivators?

I am afraid that the various sects would like to skin them alive and burn their souls to death.

However, even so, no one said much, lowered their eyebrows and eyes, and did not reveal this layer, because no one wanted to die, even though it might only gain a short period of survival.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to other people, some were indifferent, some were fierce and aggressive, and they were all plotting against other people. In matters of life and death, it is naturally best if teammates die but I die.