"Yes, although the State of Zhao does not border the Wei State, it is adjacent to the State of Chu. From a strategic point of view, the State of Wei absolutely does not want to see the State of Zhao destroyed by the State of Chu. Otherwise, the State of Chu will directly become the State of Chu!
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"In addition, the Nine Demons Sect is a branch sect of the Xuantian Demon Valley. The two Xuantians of the Wei Dynasty are so proud. They will never allow the Nine Demons Sect to be destroyed."
"In the end, I made Li Haoran lose face in the ruins of the Lost Sea. This time, Wei will definitely come to get things back."
"Just wait, they will definitely come!"
Ling Tian sneered and sat cross-legged in front of the Nine Demon Sect.
The guqin is on my knees, and the sound of the guqin comes leisurely.
"Okay, then let's quickly arrange the battle formation!"
Everyone looked at each other and then dispersed.
Within half a day, Falling Dragon Valley returned to calm.
The 230,000-strong army disappeared, leaving only Ling Tian in green clothes and white hair, playing the music of the piano in the valley.
Three days later.
Falling Dragon Valley is shrouded by thousands of miles of demonic clouds.
The roar of muffled thunder is like the roar of all demons, descending between heaven and earth.
The entire Falling Dragon Valley fell into darkness in an instant.
The demonic clouds rolled, as if the ancient demon gods had gathered together, glaring angrily, and the mountains and rivers were trembling.
"Zheng!"
But at this moment, the sound of the piano, which had been suppressed by the demonic sound just now, suddenly sounded in the canyon.
The sound of the piano is like a divine sword coming out of the mountains.
The huge Falling Dragon Valley infinitely amplified the sound of the piano, but after a few breaths, the sound of the piano filled the air within a radius of thousands of miles.
The sound of the piano turns into a sword, breaking through the dark clouds, and the blue sky appears.
A ten thousand-foot-tall phantom of will manifested above the Falling Dragon Valley, facing the ancient demonic shadow from a distance without falling behind.
"Haha, you know that people from Wei Dynasty are here, but you still dare to be here."
Suddenly, a voice resounded throughout the world.
At this time, the Falling Dragon Valley is used as the boundary, with the dark demonic clouds to the north and the blue sky to the south.
The majestic music of the piano and the thunder of demons competed in the canyons.
"Haha, Da Wei!!? I, Ling Tian, am waiting for you!"
"But I don't know which genius is it that brought the warriors of the Wei Dynasty to die this time!?"
Ling Tian's voice was contained in the sound of the piano, and it sounded as if the sacred shadow was speaking.
"Death!?"
"I, Lan Qisheng of Xuantian Demon Valley, am here to send you back to the west!"
"Are you Lingtian, the ruler of Chu State!?"
The ten-thousand-foot-long demonic figure snorted coldly, and without any explanation, punched directly at the Taichu Will before falling into the Dragon Valley.
boom!
Ling Tian also took action, fists clashed, sound waves vibrated, Dragon Falling Valley shook violently, and the void collapsed.
This is just a confrontation on the level of will, but the momentum is already so terrifying.
"Lan Qisheng!?"
In the valley, Ling Tian murmured in his heart.
Before, he already knew who the nine sons of Wei were.
Previously, Li Haoran was the third holy son of the Xuantian Sect, ranking only at the bottom of the nine sons of the Wei Dynasty.
The two Xuantians of the Immortal Dynasty and the Xuantian Zhengzong have always been incompatible with each other, and there is also the Xuantian Demon Valley.
Within the Xuantian Devil Valley, there are two devils, both of whom are among the Nine Sons of the Wei Dynasty.
This Lan Qisheng is the second devil, ranking eighth in the Wei Dynasty.
In terms of combat power, he is much stronger than Li Haoran.
But, that's all.
However, Ling Tian suddenly sneered, but the sound of the piano remained the same.
"Lan Qisheng, you are just the eighth son of the Wei Dynasty. You are too weak. Let the person behind you come out. The ten thousand-foot-long demonic shadow evolved from his demonic energy looks pretty good!"
Lan Qisheng wanted to fool him, but he was still too young.
No matter how strong Lan Qisheng is, he is still on the same level as Li Haoran.
Maybe he could fight Di Jiuge, but Ling Tian now didn't bother to fight with such beings.
And the majesty of the ten thousand-foot demonic shadow is definitely not something that Lan Qisheng can display. There must be a more powerful existence behind it.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the Marquis of Chu Kingdom. At such a young age, you can actually see my existence. It seems that the rumors are true. You have really killed the eighth-level Immortal King!"
Sure enough, the ten-thousand-foot-long demonic figure suddenly spoke again, but he muttered, "However, you are still wrong. This demonic figure is my clone. It is just the body of the soul. I am the three major valleys of Xuantian Demon Valley.
One of the masters, today, is following Lan Qisheng to kill you!"
"I am Lan Qisheng!"
The demonic figure's voice fell, and its body collapsed, finally integrating into Lan Qisheng's body.
And Lan Qisheng's aura also surged layer by layer in an instant, reaching an extremely terrifying situation.
Even, it is not weaker than Master Tianxing who once fought with Ling Tian!
Unexpectedly, this Xuantian Demon Valley actually has such methods. Ling Tianzhen underestimated them.
"Haha, are you afraid now? Although in the territory of the Wei Dynasty, we and other geniuses cannot use such forbidden methods, but in the territory of other countries, we can do it without any scruples."
"Today, in the name of the nine sons of the Wei Dynasty, I will kill you, the prince of the Chu Kingdom, to promote the majesty of the Wei Dynasty!"
Lan Qisheng shouted angrily. Behind him, boundless demonic clouds surged, and millions of troops descended.
These armies came to Xuantian Demon Valley and the other Fourteen Immortal Kingdoms.
Although they are not elite, their cultivation level is not low.
"Maiko, you don't need to take action this time, just let me wait for the old man to take it down!"
"Yes, rumors say that Ling Tian is a miraculous person, but in my opinion, he is just a person seeking fame and reputation. Although Tian Xing and Qu Wentong who were killed by him have the fighting power of ninth-level immortal kings, the immortal kings of Chu are not worthy
Comparable to me, the Immortal King of Wei!"
"We, the three monsters of the Demon Valley, are enough to kill this boy!"
But at this moment, three old men suddenly came forward from behind Lan Qisheng.
These three people have a withered appearance and are particularly short, but they are shrouded in black robes, only a pair of blue eyes are exposed, and you can tell at a glance that they are people who practice magic arts.
However, although the cultivation of these three old men is only the seventh-level immortal king, their demonic energy is strong, and they are twin brothers. Their auras can be connected with each other. In this way, each of them can explode, close to the ninth-level immortal king.
The king's fighting power.
The three monsters of Xuantian were quite notorious in the Wei Dynasty, and the death of a strong man in their hands was really too much.
Unexpectedly, they would follow Lan Qisheng to the Kingdom of Zhao!
Outside the Falling Dragon Valley, the Chu army hidden in the battle array looked at each other.
This battle seems to be not as simple as imagined!
"Haha, don't worry, even if you die, you have to come one by one!"
Ling Tian chuckled, the sound of the piano remained the same, and he didn't see any movement, even the ten thousand phantoms were put away.
Ling Tian, who was in Falling Dragon Valley at this time, looked particularly small.
"Haha, you prankster, let's see how I kill you!"
The number one monster in the Demon Valley shouted angrily and stepped on the void. Immediately, a huge and boundless demon statue stepped directly down, covering the sky, trying to trample Ling Tian to death.
Ling Tian's piano music suddenly became more urgent, and a dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and a dragon figure, with eight immortal king dragon wings, bloomed behind Ling Tian.