"What? All dead?"

A man with no skin on his head yelled angrily.

The two bloody eyes are sharp and deep, making people dare not look directly at them.

He is Mo Hun, the leader of the Corpse Puppet Clan.

"Clan leader, the soul lamps are all broken in the four battles!"

On the ground, a man with black breath was kneeling down.

"Damn it!"

Mo Hun clenched his fists and his joints exploded.

The four major warriors are one of his most capable subordinates.

I just listened to the orders of the evil lord and asked them to capture the god-inspiring Taoist, but I didn't expect that I would never return.

Even the escape talisman did not escape.

It seems that the gods and demons are far from as simple as imagined.

Now, it's trouble!

"Clan leader, what should I do now? Should I release the drought beast? Let him destroy the gods and evil Taoist?"

"No!"

Mo Hun directly refused.

"Drought Ba is our clan's trump card. We will never use it until it is absolutely necessary!"

"It is absolutely inappropriate to not find the residence of the God-Infernal Taoist, and it is absolutely inappropriate to attack rashly!"

"If you want to do it, you must kill with one blow and don't give him any chance to turn over!"

"In addition, the bald donkeys came out again and began to destroy our good things, which is the most headache!"

"Find out the bald donkeys hidden in the dark and wipe them all!" Mo Hun said.

"The patriarch is wise!"

"Okay, go back!"

...

...

Time flies, and two more days are coming in a blink of an eye.

These days, a big event spread throughout the Western Regions.

This big event is the attack on the Yaochi Palace by the four generals of the evil clan.

A certain city, in a teahouse.

A storyteller surrounded a group of immortal cultivators.

They heard carefully that the people of the storytelling were full of words and talked endlessly.

"Do you know? This time, the four famous kings of the Corpse Puppet Clan came. That method was simply a destruction of the world!"

"With a wave, the entire Yaochi Palace became dim and blew with cold wind!"

"These winds blow on the cultivators and blow directly into ashes!"

"Countless immortal cultivators fell down like wheat! How could they resist the four great kings and one Yaochi Palace?"

"At this critical moment, these four heavenly kings actually killed the saint of Yaochi Palace!"

"The saint of Yaochi Palace is so beautiful that he is only twenty years old. How could he be the opponent of these four heavenly kings? Seeing that the saint is about to die in their hands."

"At this critical moment, guess what?"

Speaking of this, the storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Tell me quickly. Drinking tea at critical moments is so good at tuning people's appetite!"

"That's it, that's it!"

Faced with the accusations of the cultivators, the storyteller just smiled slightly, "Everyone, I haven't had enough food yet, so I really don't have the strength to talk about it another day!"

"Isn't it just money? Is a spirit stone enough?"

"I'll give one too!"

A moment later, there were many spirit stones piled up in front of the storyteller.

"Since you are generous, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will not eat this food!"

Then, the storyteller continued to speak.

"At this critical moment, the God-Infernal Taoist is here!"

"He is ten thousand meters tall, like a god standing tall!"

"With a light wave, the four heavenly kings' bodies collapsed and turned into powder. Even their souls were held by the God of Demonic Taoist in one hand and pinched into pieces!"

"What? Even the soul has not escaped? The God of Infernal Daoist is too powerful!"

"It's great that my human race has such a strong man!"

"This slanderous Taoist, the supreme existence!"

...

Scenes like this have been staged in various cities in the Western Regions.

Even it spreads around with the Western Regions as the center.

The name of the gods and demons is quickly spread to the ears of every immortal cultivator and has become a beacon in the hearts of many people.

Sun Hao naturally didn't know about these things.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of the stone tower and looking around.

In front, in the Great Demon Mountains, clouds and mists are shrouded in the sky, looking majestic and has a bit of a fairy-like flavor.

"I can never get tired of seeing the scenery in this Great Demon Mountain!" Sun Hao said.

"Young Master said that the changes in the Great Demon Mountain are unique in every moment." Huang Rumeng nodded.

"Ru Meng, with you by your side, no scenery is as beautiful as you." Sun Hao said.

"Young Master!" Huang Rumeng's face was flushed and she lowered her head shyly, "Ru Meng's blessing is Rumeng's ability to be by your side."

"Ru Meng, having you by my side is also my blessing!" Sun Hao said.

"Young Master!"

Huang Rumeng's face was moved and rushed into Sun Hao's arms.

The two hugged each other.

Sun Hao gently caresses his beautiful hair.

At this time.

"Bang..."

A sound rang out.

Huang Rumeng's hairpin fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"Finally broken."

One ear couldn't hear the sound.

What made this sound was the burning light that was locked in the hairpin.

After working day and night, Fenzhao finally wiped out the lightning and lightning light and escaped.

"Haha, the old man is finally free, no longer has to be trapped in the hairpin!"

"Thanks to all of this, thanks to the two of them, who play the piano every day, help me break through!"

"From today, the veterans will be free people."

After saying that, Fen Zhao turned into a transparent phantom and escaped from the hairpin.

However.

"call……"

A big hand fell from the sky.

The terrifying pressure, like the Nine Heavens Divine Prison, pressed Fen Zhao so hard that he could not move.

"This...this is impossible!"

"My strength, in front of him, is not even qualified to move!"

"No... don't press me into the hairpin, don't!"
To be continued...