The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3015 Arriving at the West Sea!

Dragon City, Ten Thousand Bone Mountains.

There are military tents and camps, and ancient monsters are everywhere.

There are already more than 500 million ancient demon war souls here, but it still seems a bit empty.

Because not long ago, half of the ancient demon war spirits suddenly disappeared.

The Ancient Demon War Spirit still doesn’t know the specific reason.

In a corner of Wangu Mountain, there is an independent camp.

In the large tent that can accommodate thousands of people, there are many great demon kings, demon barbarian emperors and a semi-saint incarnation.

That is the incarnation of the Plague Lord.

Compared with the first incarnation of the Plague Lord, this one has a slightly weaker aura and a particularly bad temper, always appearing impatient.

In front of him was a broken semi-holy treasure.

The incarnation of the Plague Lord looked at this treasure with a look of pain. This treasure was borrowed!

After the opening of Dragon City, his incarnation entered Dragon City, and then entered the Palace of Doom, only to be killed by the mysterious and powerful Lord Wangshan.

Next, he refused to admit defeat and led the incarnations of saints to enter many times, only to be killed again and again.

He has died seven incarnations in the Temple of Doom, leaving behind four semi-holy treasures.

He still had treasures in his body, but he couldn't allow his clone to be brought into Dragon City, so he borrowed a semi-holy treasure for one last attempt.

As a result, before entering, the remaining imperial land collapsed and the Palace of Doom disappeared.

The Lord of the Plague was furious, and what made him even more angry was that Fang Yun had been consecrated as a saint, and had the power of all realms, and released a true dragon holy sword to kill him.

He used the semi-holy treasure to block the sword movement, but the semi-holy treasure was completely destroyed.

The great demon kings and emperors looked at the angry incarnation of the Plague Lord and remained silent.

These demon barbarians were full of ambition before entering Dragon City. However, the saints continued to fall, the entire Dragon City army was destroyed, Gu Xu fell, and even half of the ancient demon war spirits of their allies suddenly disappeared. They were in panic all day long and wanted to leave Dragon City. .

The elite four points below the semi-saints of the demon world.

Some of them were in the Dragon City Army, but all of them died.

Some of them were in Liangjie Mountain, and most of them died in the battle.

Some of them are in the Holy Tree, they are not fighting elites, they are only good at managing the demon world.

The last part came to Longcheng with Gu Xu, not only for cultivation but also for the treasure.

But now, the demon barbarians in Dragon City have completely lost their confidence, and they are all huddled in the camp of the ancient demon fighting spirits. Only less than one percent of the demon barbarians are still training in various places in Dragon City.

Fang Yun's canonization was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads.

"Your Majesty, Lord of the Plague, what should we do? We have completely lost contact with the outside world and cannot return to the demon world."

"Without His Majesty Gu Xu and without the Dragon City Army, this place has become our death place."

"Although we don't know exactly what Fang Yun is like, I'm afraid he already has power in Dragon City."

"Half of the ancient demon's fighting spirit suddenly disappeared. I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect us..."

"Enough!"

The incarnation of the Plague Lord roared angrily, interrupting the conversation of the demons and barbarians.

The Plague Lord glanced at the numerous monsters and barbarians with cold eyes and said slowly: "Now is not the time to say these depressing words. At this time, we should pursue the glory of the monster barbarians' ancestors and overcome difficulties like those brave and fearless ancestors! Since we can’t go out now, we will practice in the Ancient Demon Fighting Soul Camp and wait until the storm passes before going out to hunt for treasures.”

"But... will Fang Yun knock on the door? I heard... he killed a lot..."

"That may not be true!" The Plague Lord denied decisively.

The demon barbarians shut up, and the demon saints died in large numbers. The sadness deep in the blood and soul core is absolutely unmistakable.

The Lord of Plague snorted coldly and said: "Although the protection of this dragon city has been strengthened, the monster saints will definitely come! You must remember that we monsters are the masters of the world, not his dragon clan! Now, we Controlling everything in the world, we are the general trend of the demon world! Dragon City must open the outer city and donate their treasures, otherwise, the army of the demon world will conquer this place!"

The confidence of the demons and barbarians was gradually ignited.

The Lord of Plague smiled slightly and said: "What we have to do is to continue to lurk in Dragon City, collect all intelligence, pave the way for the next demonic barbarian army, and stand guard! We want Fang Yun to know that he does not know everything, nor does he know everything. He is not omnipotent, he is powerless in front of our demon world! He..."

Halfway through the incarnation of the Plague Lord, a crisp sound suddenly came from his ears.

Then, all the monsters in front started from bottom to top, and their bodies slowly turned into ashes.

Every demon and barbarian had a look of horror on their face.

The Lord of Plague's incarnation lowered his head, and his body was also slowly turning into ashes.

"Fang Yun! I will never spare you! The demon world is incompatible with you!" The stern cry of the Plague Lord spread throughout thousands of miles.

After snapping his fingers, all the demons and barbarians in Dragon City and their incarnations of the demons and barbarians died.

Shengyuan Continent, West Sea.

The West Sea is vast and boundless, and the other three sides are connected to the East China Sea, the South China Sea, and the North Sea. Only the east side of the West Sea is connected to the Kunlun Mountains of the Shengyuan Continent.

It is winter now and the West Sea is not frozen.

Half blue, half white.

A huge door to space suddenly appeared over the West Sea, and a giant cyan dragon flew out with its head and tail swaying.

On top of the giant dragon's head stood Fang Yun, who was dressed in purple robes.

Fang Yun turned his head and glanced at the snowy Kunlun Mountains behind him, then drove Ao Zhou and flew towards the center of the West Sea.

The West Sea Dragon Palace is located on the seabed in the middle of the West Sea.

Ao Zhou felt the familiar breath of the world, and couldn't help but hummed while flying. This was the Shengyuan Continent where he grew up.

Although his family was wiped out by Fang Yun.

Ao Zhou thought to himself that once Fang Yun was enfeoffed as the ancestor, he would find a way to let Fang Yun enfeoff him as the Lord of the Yangtze River and get back the Jiao Sheng Palace.

Ao Zhou was thinking, the sea was surging, and the holy power was surging.

Within tens of thousands of miles, countless fish died and floated on the sea with their bellies.

The sea water in front was divided into two, like two large waterfalls slowly expanding to both sides.

The seabed was exposed, and the West Sea Dragon Palace was exposed!

In the canyon formed by the two huge waterfalls, the palace buildings were continuous, like the undulating mountains, and it was a dragon-shaped building complex thousands of miles long.

Ao Zhou showed envy. Compared with the real Dragon Palace, his Jiao Sheng Palace could only be regarded as a thatched house.

A pure dragon power rose to the sky.

The terrifying pressure enveloped the entire West Sea, completely isolating the inside and the outside.

Powerful holy thoughts reached the West Sea, but were pushed away by the power of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

The saints could not see what was happening in the West Sea at all.

Suddenly, a heavy dragon roar resounded through the sky.

A white dragon thousands of feet long soared into the sky, stepping on the clouds and rising high, a pair of huge dragon eyes with a faint blood glow stared at Fang Yun.

Ao Min, the dragon saint of the West Sea, was agile and elegant, exuding a heavy dragon power. All beings in the West Sea submitted and all things trembled.

Ao Min seemed to be announcing something.

I am the master here!