deep sea.

A cloud of gray mud floats on the dark sea.

Its direction does not seem to be fixed, wandering around in the southeast, northwest, but compared with its position a day ago, it is closer to the location of Wuliang Mountain now.

…

The Demon Corpse Clan was placed in Wuliang Mountain by Lu Yun. The originally busy port was now extremely cold and the land was dilapidated, just like it was after the war.

"Does the demon king place us here to make us retreat? Or, does he want to use the scene here to warn us that the demon clan is not easy to mess with?"

The face of a Demon Corpse general was filled with anger, and he raised his foot and stepped on the ground hard.

The Demon Corpse Clan around him were all as silent as a cicada, taking a few steps back, not daring to step forward.

This general of the Demonic Corpse Clan was the one who discovered something was wrong between Lu Yun and the two of them before. He was once a big boss in the upper world, and no one remembered his Taoist name. Only the nickname "The Divine Fortune Teller" was spread throughout the world.

The fortune teller turned around and looked at his tribe, feeling unhappy. He had long realized that normal warfare was wrong, but no one among these stupid tribesmen listened to him.

But now that he is here, he will fight bravely, but the self-righteous Xuanyuan Wuming does not listen to his opinions, and relies on himself as the executor of the will of heaven to issue unrealistic orders.

However, all the consequences after defeating the battle are now borne by him alone.

gas!

"What's the status of the tribesmen? Do you have any plans to go back?"

Several members of the Demonic Corpse Clan looked at each other, and after a long while, one of them said cautiously: "Sir, our tribe is not in a very good mood right now. We neither want to return to the upper world nor stay here."

"Then what do they want? Isn't the humiliation they suffered in the spiritual world not enough? Do they want to suffer somewhere else?" the fortune teller said angrily.

"This...that's what they really think." Another demon corpse tribe said: "Now that we have suffered a defeat, everyone feels that they are too embarrassed to go back. It is better to find a small world and spend the rest of their lives."

"What a fart!" God Operator shouted: "We, the Demonic Corpse Tribe, are a noble race. Even if other monks die, they cannot become a member of our tribe, and they actually want to give up this noble honor!

"

"It's okay not to want such a clansman!"

The divine fortune teller waved his hand: "Go and tell those who are wavering that they can leave voluntarily. From now on, they are not allowed to say that they are the demon corpse tribe. Otherwise, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth and kill them."

Destroy!"

At the same moment, the shapeless mass of mud gradually surged onto the beach from the shore of Wuliang Mountain.

However, the movement of the mud did not end. After leaving the sea, the water in the mud gradually evaporated, and finally turned into substances smaller than grains of sand.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and all these sand grains floated into the air.

…

Some members of the Demonic Corpse Clan began to gradually leave the camp. Seeing this, the Demonic Clan in the distance hurriedly sent people back to the Yuntian Sect to report.

"Granny, are these defeated rotten corpses so smart? They dare to leave the camp. Aren't they afraid of being wiped out?" a pig demon grunted.

"Huh huh, these brainless guys, their ultimate end is death, ahhh... sneeze!" A tiger demon sneezed.

"Hahahaha! After all these years of practicing Taoism, you still sneeze. It really makes me laugh! Ahhh, sneeze!"

"Hahahaha! Are you still laughing at me? You are not the same!"

…

The fortune teller watched the tribesmen leave one after another, and his heart was filled with anger. Just when he was about to curse, he suddenly felt a tickling feeling in his breath.

"Ah sneeze!"

After sneezing, he found that a large piece of rotten flesh fell off his body.

So, he hurriedly picked up the piece of carrion and put it where it should have been.

"Cultivation is not easy for me, how could I give up the Taoist practice that took three hundred years to cultivate just because of a sneeze?" Shen Shuzi complained: "But why? Why do I sneeze? This shouldn't be the case!"

"Sir, Ah Hee, those tribesmen really just left like that, do we really... Ah Hee, really don't stop them?"

"They chose the road themselves, they can go as they please..." The fortune teller suddenly covered his mouth and nose to prevent him from sneezing: "Let's go as they please, there's no regrets."

He turned to look at the tribesmen around him.

"By the way, why are you sneezing too?"

"I don't know, it's not just me, many people in the tribe started sneezing, but it feels really good!"

"Hmph, count up the other tribesmen who have not left, and tell them that they only have one chance to leave. If anyone dares to leave next time, they will be killed directly, Ah Zhi!"

…

After several days of recuperation, Lu Yun's body has completely recovered, and his "cultivation" with the four girls has returned to the same level as before.

On this day, he was sitting on the throne of Tianzhen Palace, listening to Tailor Wu's report.

"Sir Demon Emperor, all the demon tribes have calmed down, and the demon kings have also begun to practice step by step, striving to improve their cultivation before the second disaster comes."

"Very good, they..."

"Report!"

Before Lu Yun could finish speaking, a demon racer ran into the Tianzhan Palace in a panic.

"Why are you panicking? The sky is not falling!" Lu Yun scolded.

"Lord Demon Emperor, it's not good. People from the Demon Corpse Clan are starting to leave one after another."

"What?" Lu Yun stood up hurriedly: "Tell me, what is going on?"

"Yes, Lord Demon Emperor, just a few days ago, while I was on patrol, I suddenly saw people from the Demon Corpse Clan leaving the Demon Corpse Clan's base in small groups."

"Are they all the demon corpse clan?" Lu Yun asked.

"Well, not yet. At least when I left, there were only about 10,000 demon zombies slowly leaving."

"Where did they go?"

"They went... Ah Zhi, they went to the port of Wuliang Mountain. It seems that they should be heading to the Western Spiritual World."

"The West? That's the territory of Dugu Piaoling. Where are they going?" Lu Yun frowned and said, "By the way, why do you, a demon clan in the spiritual realm, sneeze?"

"Maybe they are cold." The demon clan said: "Master Demon Emperor, we cannot let them leave. If something goes wrong, our spiritual world has just returned to peace..."

"Tailor Wu, go find my brother Big Pao."

"yes."

"And you, go find the eight demon kings and tell them what you just said to me!"

"Yes, Lord Demon Emperor."

Lu Yun was walking alone in the Temple of Heaven. He couldn't figure out why the things he had already discussed with the Demonic Corpse Clan had changed.

Not long after, the eight demon kings gathered in Tianzhan Palace.

"Tell me, what do you think?" Lu Yun's eyes flashed across the faces of each demon king.

"Humph, in my opinion, they just want to start a war again, we must not let them go!" the Bull Demon King shouted.

"Yes, I also think Brother Niu is right!" The Demon King agreed.

"No, I, Old Sun, thought there must be something wrong within them!"

"Anyway, let's go and take a look first!"
Chapter completed!