With ten trillion disciples, my demon sect is invincible!

A wave of awkward atmosphere instantly spread over a radius of more than 100,000 miles.

Countless strong men in the void put away their image beads with regret, and some even hurriedly pulled up their pants that they had just taken off.

"Go to hell!"

A demon sect disciple chopped the beauty who was still trying to play the flute into ashes with a knife.

With the death of the beauty, the entire battlefield quickly fought again, and screams rang out again.

In less than half an hour, the entire Jiuqu Valley was completely quiet, and there was no Jiuqu tribe member standing.

Two hundred thousand demon soldiers stood in the sky, and the bloody aura on their bodies boiled down, dyeing the sky blood red.

"General Manager, all Jiuqu tribe members have been killed." The Demon Tiger King stood in front of the demon sect army and bowed to Liansheng.

Liansheng nodded, then looked into the void and said in a cold voice:

"My Demon Cult wants to unify the northern part of Yangzhou. All those who dare to resist will end up like this. I hope you will take care of yourself."

After Liansheng finished speaking, he waved his hand and flew to the next force with 200,000 demon soldiers, but his brows were furrowed, and he murmured:

"Ghost Palace, no matter which force you are, if you dare to provoke the Demon Cult, then there is no need for you to exist."

At this time, countless Jiuqu people were resting in Luojia Mountain, hundreds of millions of miles away from Xingyue Valley.

The big man stood in the sky, holding a jade talisman for transmitting messages, with a worried expression on his face, and kept mumbling something.

"Third Elder, will the clan leader and others be okay?" A Jiuqu clan member next to the big man asked worriedly.

"No, the clan leader and others have made full preparations and will definitely succeed." The big man said firmly, but his constantly fluctuating eyes revealed his lack of confidence.

"What time is it?" The big man asked in a deep voice.

"It's already past the hour of Chen!" The disciples of the Jiuqu tribe hurriedly answered.

The hour of Chen?

A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the big man. According to the original plan, the clan leader and others should have sent a message to him at this time, but now they haven't.

Is something wrong?

The big man shook his head quickly again, and then looked at the Jiuqu people below and said loudly:

"Rest for another hour, then we'll leave!"

"Yes!"

The Jiuqu people answered one after another, with worry in their eyes. At this time, they probably also knew what their clan leaders were going to do.

Time passed by minute by minute, and an hour passed unknowingly.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the big man. Although he couldn't believe it, it was obvious that the clan leader's plan might have failed.

"Let's go, let's get on the road!" The big man shouted!

Countless Jiuqu people stood up and planned to migrate again.

At this moment, a sneer came from the horizon:

"You are very self-aware, you should be on your way, your clansmen are waiting for you in hell!"

In the terrified eyes of all the Jiuqu people, a man in a white robe holding a folding fan appeared in front of them.

With the appearance of the man, 200,000 terrifying demon soldiers appeared in all directions in an instant, quickly surrounding the entire Jiuqu tribe, and a bloody and murderous aura filled the entire Luojia Mountain.

The big man looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes. He knew the other party. Since the rise of the Demon Cult, basically all the high-level portraits have been leaked.

And the other party is the head of the twelve demon kings of the Demon Cult: Demon Rat King Chen Shu.

Bang!

I saw Chen Shu in the sky throwing a corpse in his hand and smashing it directly in front of the big man.

"Patriarch." A Jiuqu tribe member screamed miserably when looking at the corpse.

Other tribesmen also reacted one after another, and quickly ran to the corpse, shouting with a sad face.

The big man in the sky also looked at Qu Yang's body on the ground with sadness, but he didn't care about being sad at this time. The clan leader was dead, and the demon army was obviously here to kill them. As the only high-level person alive, he had to live with the Jiuqu clan.

At least, the Jiuqu clan must not be exterminated!

"Kill them with all your strength, and let everyone who can survive be the same. My Jiuqu clan cannot be exterminated." The big man roared and rushed directly to Chen Shu.

"Kill them, don't leave any alive!"

Chen Shu said coldly, and waved the folding fan in his hand. In an instant, thousands of wind blades formed a terrifying vortex and killed the big man.

The other big demon kings also led 200,000 demon soldiers to kill the Jiuqu clan.

The terrifying sound of fighting sounded again!

Half an incense stick later!

With a click, the big man's neck was directly broken by Chen Shu.

Half an hour later!

The shouting and killing on Luojia Mountain gradually disappeared, which meant that from this moment on, the Jiuqu clan was officially exterminated!

A tribe completely disappeared from the land of Yangzhou. This is the cruelty of the cultivation world. For the boundless territory of the entire Eastern Region, tribes are destroyed and new tribes are born every day.

In the crack space of the Eastern Region!

There is this desolate world, where countless beasts are roaring and killing each other. The world is very desolate. It seems that there are no other intelligent creatures except the beasts.

However, if there are strong people here, they can find that the spiritual energy here is much higher than that of the Eastern Region, and even the power of the law is stronger!

There is a huge palace under this world. Two figures sit opposite each other in the palace, each of which is magnificent!

One figure is wearing a black robe and the devil flame is surging, and the other figure is wearing a white robe and the fairy spirit is magnificent!

The cultivation level is surprisingly high, and even the white-robed figure has reached the peak of the Venerable Realm!

"Brother Zhang, why did you call me here? There are still a hundred years before the next round of selection. Could it be that another big man has descended from the Central Region?" The man in the devil flame said coldly.

Big man?

A trace of thought flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, as if he thought of more than ten years ago, when a big man from the Buddhist sect suddenly descended from the Central Region, which scared them both.

And the big man descended to take away a little monk from the Eastern Region.

And the little monk's cultivation was only at the peak of Daluo, but he actually attracted a strong man from the fifth realm of the emperor to descend. It is said that the little monk is not even a creature from the Eastern Region, but a person who ascended from the Cang Continent.

What was his name? Yes, it was Yu! (Foreshadowing in Chapter 17!)

Shaking his head, the figure in white robe dispelled the thoughts in his mind and said in a deep voice:

"It's not a big shot coming. How can such a big shot come casually? It's just that something bigger has happened."

"Bigger thing?" The man in black robe asked in surprise, his tone full of shock, because he could hardly believe that there was something bigger than the emperor's arrival.

"An emperor in the Central Region has fallen from the emperor realm!" The man in white robe said leisurely.

Bang!

"What?" The man in black robe stood up directly, his momentum bursting out, his eyes full of shock.