"Go home! Go home!"

Countless demons were shouting loudly, kneeling on the ground and crying.

A large number of immortals looked at the demons who suddenly knelt down beside them for no reason. They didn't know what had happened, but they all felt that there seemed to be some huge changes in the demons seen in the market.

Under the Buzhou Mountain.

Fairy Zifeng, wearing purple clothes, looked up at the sky with a surprised and complicated look on her face. After a long time, she pulled Kong Xuan beside her and knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Pure Land, Lingshan.

Prince Qilin, whose hair fell, sat cross-legged on the ground and recited Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, he felt a feeling in his heart, looked at the sky, stared at it for a long time, and showed a relieved smile.

At this time, the Taoist Zhisu appeared in front of him and looked at him silently.

Prince Qilin immediately bowed and bowed: "Sorry, Master, the disciple is distracted again."

The Taoist Zhiying smiled slightly and shook his head: "Buddha should practice without intention, nor should he practice without intention. The six senses are not pure, so he needs to practice. If there is any mistake or no mistake, you can ask yourself."

Prince Qilin nodded silently: "Disciple understands, thank you for your advice."

"Namo Amitabha!" He recited the Buddha's name and slowly left.

On a small island deep in the West Sea.

The two demon clans were drinking and talking slowly. It was Liu Fei and Zhao Lei. They seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, and they were talking about their current situation.

After a while, Liu Fei was suddenly stunned, then was shocked, and his whole body slashed. The bottle in his hand was weak and fell, making a bang, his eyes looked at the sky, his whole body trembled, and tears emerged, turning into two streams of clear streams flowing down.

Then he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground and knocked down again.

"What's wrong!"

Zhao Lei frowned, wondering why, looking up at the sky, but he didn't see anything even when he went.

"Emperor... Emperor!" Liu Fei burst into tears: "He succeeded, he really succeeded. He inserted the Emperor's flag into the Ninth Heaven."

That flag was refined by the Nine-headed Emperor, and used the power of faith generated by the entire demon clan worshipping him. Perhaps there was no terrible attack power or powerful defense power, but it could summon the demon clans of the world from the depths of their souls.

When I was in the ninth level of heaven, the flag had not been refined yet, and it was still short of time to be left to Liu Fei for protection. After taking down the heaven, I would then plant the flag onto the top of Mount Buzhou.

Unfortunately, too many things happened after that, causing the Nine-Head Emperor to disappear from the Nine Heavens, and he was put aside at this time.

When the imperial flag was refined, Liu Fei's strength naturally could not reach the Ninth Heaven again, and this matter became his heart disease. It was not until Zhao Lei's introduction that he finally handed over this thing to Zhao Ming.

In the past, he was still skeptical and unsure. Now the imperial flag is planted on the top of Mount Buzhou. The power of faith swept across the world, so he naturally knew that the choice was the right one. The junior of the Fire-Swallowing Demon really inserted the flag on the top of Mount Buzhou.

The things I had been looking forward to in my heart were finally completed, so how could I not be excited? I knelt on the ground and kowtowed nine times in a row, and then stood up with joy, with tears on my face, but I couldn't say anything excited.

Zhao Lei was extremely smart and thought for a moment. He had already guessed it vaguely and asked, "Has he... succeeded?"

"Not bad, not bad!" Liu Fei said: "He succeeded, can't you feel it?"

The Nine-headed Emperor said in the past that once the flag is refined successfully, all demons in the world can sense it.

Zhao Lei shook his head: "You said that the flag was refined by the power of faith, but I have seen people who are even stronger than him, and I don't think I need to respect anyone, so the flag is useless to me."

There are few people in the world who can compare with his experience. Although the Nine-headed Emperor is extraordinary, he cannot worship him.

Liu Fei smiled and shook his head, saying nothing, as long as the flag was planted on the top of Mount Buzhou, this would be enough.

The top of Mount Buzhou.

Zhaoming held the Nine-Headed Emperor's Flag and stood on the top of the mountain, shouting loudly at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, no one could say anything about him, forcing him to retreat from the Tianmen Blood Bell and truly stand on the top of the world.

"You bastard, you should be here to show up in public. Now..."

The Chaos Bell buzzed and blamed him constantly, and he regretted that he would not take action after hearing Zhaoming's actions, so that the imperial flag would be in full swing.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King looked at Zhaoming standing on the top of the world and sighed slightly: "I know that the high priest of the witch clan has been looking for something left by the Nine-headed Emperor over the years. He said that as long as this thing is destroyed, the demon clan will never have a chance to make a comeback, but it will definitely take a long time to reappear. It turns out that it is this flag!"

Taoist Kunpeng nodded, with a calm expression on his face, and there was no sign of any expression: "Take your people away, it's no point in staying here."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King smiled faintly: "There is no meaning anymore. The Eastern Prince is dead. After all, I have been together for so many years and I have paid off my favors."

Then he turned his head and looked at the Arrow God King and asked, "I'm going to leave, where are you?"

The Arrow God King hesitated for a moment and shook his head. After this battle, the Kunlun Fairyland will inevitably change its owner, and the Sanqing Taoist will then transfer the opportunity to the cave, and will inevitably take over the immortal clan.

There are only two choices for staying with him, either starting a new stove or bowing his head to surrender. It is naturally impossible to start a new stove, so he can only bow his head. Unlike the Yin-Yang Dharma King, he is alone and comes and goes freely. He also has his own tribe members, and must plan for them.

"You are so kind to do it yourself. They are not as easy to talk to as the Eastern Prince."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King smiled and then flew away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Taoist Randeng and Zhen Yuanzi both shook their heads and sighed slightly. After saluting the Taoist Shangqing, they also left.

At this moment, Zhaoming's power and strength have been fully revealed. Even if the two of them continue to stay here, they will not have any effect, and they will even be killed.

It was originally for helping the boxing, so it would be unnecessary to take your life for it.

The immortal kings left one by one, and the Taoist Shangqing knew that he could not say anything else. The Heavenly Gate was opened, the demon clan entered the ninth level of heaven, and the heavenly world belonged to the demon clan was no longer able to stop it.

After staring for a long time, shook his head, he left with Taoist Taiqing to the direction of the Sanqing Purple Mansion. After a while, he saw that the direction of the Sanqing Purple Mansion was filled with purple light, just like a purple sun was about to burst out, and it disappeared without a trace soon.

There was no demon race to stop these people from leaving. After a big battle, they took time to take their physical strength and mental strength. I thought it would be a catastrophe, but no one expected that it would be a Jedi reversal.

This battle not only won, but also won a huge world.

Shura whistled loudly, his hands getting faster and faster, and the drums rumbling, spreading to all directions.

Countless demon clans came from all directions, all of which were from the seventh heavens. They were attacked by the Nine-Headed Emperor's Imperial Flag and followed them uncontrollably. Even Bai Ze, who was left in the seventh heaven, had already arrived.

The swaying royal flag and the rumbling drums burned the blood in the bodies of every demon clan, arousing endless fighting spirit.

For many years, I have been hiding in the midst of fear and despair, and for many years, I have been surviving between hope and hope.

I put a handful of legends on the wound and asked where the demon clan that once made the world bow its head.

Now, the sleeping clan soul has finally woken up, and the summoning of the imperial flag will surely usher in a new glory.

"The prehistoric world has been rising for billions of years, rats and wolves have run for three thousand years, the royal family has never seen their heads, and the general has turned white in panic..."

Some demon clan sang a sad song. Once upon a time, the demon clan that dominated the ups and downs of billions of years, and the soul was cut off 3,600 years ago, or the soul was cut off 1,600 years ago.

When the Nine-headed Emperor fell, even though he was still so powerful, he no longer had his true essence. The three tribes were in turmoil and exhausted their strength. Three thousand and six hundred years ago, they finally sent the entire race to no avenge.

Over the past three thousand and six hundred years, many dreams have been torn apart one by one, and many young heroes who should have been energetic have turned white and black hair in endless watch.

The sad lyrics made countless demon clans burst into tears, aroused the most unbearable pain in their hearts, and couldn't help but sing softly with the singing.

"Haha!" A long laugh, and then he sang loudly: "Low your head and your eyebrows for three thousand years, and now my demon clan has been in trouble. It soars for 90,000 miles, and it is not too much to kill the enemy. The strong wind makes drums for thunder, and laughs and songs with heroes."

The chanting is the Taoist Kunpeng, so naturally he doesn't like to see the demon army commemorating the womb. A loud song caused a large number of demon clan leaders to accompany him.

Here, I heard Di Jun sing again: "I roared to the sky with a fierce heart, and my anger flew over the smoke and clouds."

Singing loudly and walking towards Zhaoming step by step.

"I once saw the golden scales lie in the vast ocean, and I also found the phoenix sky to shake the sky."

"The Qilin stepped on the mountain, the vast wilderness, and the depths of the East China Sea are more than just the abbot."

“…”

Every word is to sigh for the situation of the demon clan over the past 3,600 years. I have been wandering for thousands of years, and today is the time to make a comeback.

Even Zhaoming couldn't help but roared: "The fire of war has not been cold for a thousand years, and what can I hope after I can't win today!"

He took too many risks in this battle, but now it seems that it is worth it. If there is no remaining today and the war continues, the demon clan will inevitably be exhausted in endless wars. This battle is a final decision, and there will definitely be no more war in a short period of time.

A song is full of songs, and countless responders are responding.

There is no good melody or prescribed rhyme. Everything is expressed with emotion. Perhaps the format is extremely uncensored, but it has a rough and passionate beauty.

In a moment, Taoist Kunpeng shouted loudly again: "You ask why you are practicing, and the great penis spreads its wings and regrets that the sky is low."

Ambitions are great and do not accept the principles of heaven.

Then he heard Di Jun sing loudly: "You ask why you practice, not for the heavens and the people."

After practicing for so many years, I have not only for myself, but also for the demon clan in the world to get everything I deserve.

Zhaoming also felt passionate in his heart and sang loudly.
Chapter completed!