Looking at these familiar but vicissitudes of faces, Kong Hong was serious and cold, and took a deep breath: "Line!"

Listening to the order that had not been seen for a long time, the soldiers silently lined up in a row, looking at their generals quietly.

"March quickly!"

"Climb the Dome within 36 hours!"

As the sound fell, Kong Hongfang turned around, glanced at Yuan Qingshan, who was always standing behind him, and bowed slightly: "Old Yuan, if I fall into a coma again this time, Nian An and the others..."

"Moge is here, they are safe."

Yuan Qingshan looked at Kong Hongfang's eyes seriously and said word by word.

"Thanks."

Kong Hongfang nodded slightly, did not continue to speak, and just left with such a big step and disappeared into the community.

As he left, a soldier was arranged in an orderly manner, following him and disappeared collectively into the night.

"There are tens of thousands of soldiers here, but I don't know how much I return..."

"well..."

Yuan Qingshan looked at this scene with a complicated expression and murmured to himself. Finally, he looked at his wrinkled hands and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Sometimes, good talent is a kind of shackle."

"Those who are expected to be enlightened are not allowed to participate in the war..."

"Sun Yingxiong, this bastard, fuck!"

Yuan Qingshan couldn't help but curse: "Double-standard dog, Zhong Yushu can be passed, why can't I do it?"

"I will do every time I offend people!"

"I'm like a waste..."

"I..."

"It's obviously eight awakenings."

Late in the night, Yuan Qingshan's figure had disappeared from the spot, but the lamentation still echoed in the air.

...

"Demon Realm, I, Xin Yongfeng, are back!"

The old man guarding the mountain stood on this thousand-mile demonic land, his eyes full of memories and murmured to himself.

He vaguely felt the demonic aura and familiar aura dozens of miles away from the east. His eyes were a little cold, and his body exuded a sharp murderous intent: "Ji Hong..."

"I will kill you when I come back this time."

As the sound fell, Xin Yongfeng's breath continued to change, and soon demonic energy continued to spread around his body.

After that, the air began to fluctuate.

His appearance gradually changed from the beginning of human beings to the cheetah.

"The most critical skill of Mirage Dragon, the illusion..."

"It took me a long time to understand it."

"It just looks a bit awkward."

Xin Yongfeng looked at his body, his tone was full of weirdness, but he quickly galloped and disappeared into the demonic land without attracting any attention.

After all, it is so common for middle and low-level monsters like cheetahs here.

Moreover, due to the fast speed, few other demon races come to hunt them.

...

Sky Stream.

"Everyone, I'll call you all today, just want to announce a few things."

This is the conference room of Tianqiongjian.

It's called a conference room, but the shape seems a bit exaggerated.

A total of twelve short mountains surround each other.

On the top of each mountain, there is a level 8 monster hovering and looking at each other from the air.

This mountain represents the status of their tribe.

Twelve Gods, Twelve Mountains.

The eight-tailed fox stood on the top of the mountain, his voice warm and he spoke lightly.

The patriarchs of other tribes stared at it from afar, without saying anything, but their eyes were filled with solemnity and fear.

Apparently, they had unpleasant memories in the previous few days.
Chapter completed!