The voices of the demon kings resounded throughout this world.
The surviving monster beasts also crawled on the ground and shouted petitions: "Please ask the monster ancestor to make the decision for us!"
The war had just begun. The Bone Woman died in vain, half of Guanyin was killed, and hundreds of thousands of elite demon clans were slaughtered.
Although it had little impact on the entire battle situation, these monsters were still hit.
However, since there is a sixth-level demon ancestor present, as long as it is willing to take action, Wei Longwu and Wang Po, master and disciple, can destroy it with a single hand.
Even the man named Zhou who is in charge of Kyoto City may not be able to block the attack of the ancestor.
Once these fifth-level regressors are killed, the demon army will be able to enter Kyushu. What awaits them will be a killing spree and blood feast.
Thinking of this, countless monsters even trembled with excitement.
They raised their heads and stared at the dragon chariot expectantly.
Under the Conferred God Stage, one hundred and eight fourth-level immortals also looked up at the dragon chariot, but their eyes were full of vigilance and fear.
When everyone, all the monsters, looked at the dragon chariot in silence, the whole world fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere became solemn.
There was no sound, no wind, and the air was as heavy as lead, making it hard to breathe.
Emperor Shitian looked at the mountains and rivers, and the Xuantian Sword behind him seemed to feel something and trembled slightly.
A ray of spiritual consciousness emerged from the center of Emperor Shitian's eyebrows and flew towards the north at an extremely fast speed.
Cang Linyuan, who was next to him, glanced at Emperor Shitian in surprise, with a flash of doubt in his eyes, but soon he understood the reason, picked up the pen again, and was ready to fight.
Guo Shou crossed his arms across his chest, and on his shoulders, from who knows when, there lay a spiritual bird.
The body of the spiritual bird is like a deer, but its head is like a bird. Its long tail is hanging on Guo Shouyi's back, swaying restlessly.
"Hey." The small head of the spirit bird rubbed against Guo Shouyi's neck.
"Fei Lian, don't worry." Guo Shou reached out and touched the head of the spiritual bird Fei Lian, who immediately calmed down.
Zhu Yan on the side also felt the change in the atmosphere. He looked at the demon kings and said to himself with a complicated expression: "Fourteen."
Guo Shou opened his mouth to comfort him, "There are six of us. After all, each of us only needs to deal with two."
Zhu Yan stared at his fists, "I want to hit ten of them!"
After saying this, his fist burned, and a burst of divine fire burst out, distorting the surrounding space. His fighting face also became ferocious in the distorted light.
Guo Shouyi was startled: "Idiot."
And at this time.
A voice finally came from the huge dragon chariot:
"Go to the Conferred God Platform."
The voice was silent, emotionless, and without any ups and downs.
The demon servant boy raised his whip and struck the two giant dragons.
Snap.
Two giant dragons, one green and one white, immediately changed direction, dragged the huge chariot, and flew towards the Conferred God Platform.
The dragon chariot flew away, leaving only the cry of Qingluan in the birdcage: "Kill, kill, kill them all!"
More than a dozen demon kings were stunned at first, and then were ecstatic.
Ancestor, finally takes action!
And when he took action, he was targeting the one hundred and eight fourth-level regressors.
As long as those fourth levels are slaughtered, this so-called God Conferring Conference will be over before it even begins!
The strategy of the Kyushu War Temple will also fail on its own.
As expected of an ancestor, if you don’t take action, it will be fine. Once you take action, you will go straight to the core of the problem!
The demon kings were all excited and looking forward to seeing how their ancestor would use his magical powers.
Only the boy sitting on the back of the green bull frowned, and a few black spots appeared in his demonic pupils, but soon they disappeared again.
The other demon kings didn't notice anything strange, but the Qingniu King felt a strange and dangerous feeling, but in an instant, this feeling disappeared.
"It seems to have the aura of a foreign race."
"It doesn't make sense. Is it an illusion?"
With this thought in mind, Lord Qingniu released his demon consciousness to investigate, but found nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon chariot had flown over the Hengduan Mountains and headed towards the Conferred God Platform.
Lord Qingniu stopped thinking about it and focused on the dragon chariot.
Under the Conferring God Stage, one hundred and eight fourth-level immortals watched the arrival of the dragon chariot with great surprise and horror.
If one or two demon kings came, they might be able to resist it.
But just the two giant dragons pulling the chariot, plus a chariot boy and a caged bird, made a total of four demon kings.
What's more, there is most likely a sixth-order demon ancestor sitting in the dragon chariot.
Level 6... This is a terrifying existence that has never appeared or been heard of before.
These many fourth-level immortals couldn't even think of any resistance.
Spanning the huge gap between the two levels, victory cannot be won by sheer quantity.
However, what surprised them even more was that Emperor Shitian and the several war gods of the country did not take any action to stop it, and allowed the dragon chariot to fly over the Hengduan Mountains unimpeded.
The Hengduan Mountains, which stretches for hundreds of kilometers, is Kyushu's last line of defense. It is equipped with tens of thousands of rune cannons and thousands of powerful defensive and offensive formations.
But Kyushu's last and strongest line of defense was so easily broken through.
This made many immortals present unable to understand and accept it.
Xiao Kun, the head of Tongzhou Mansion, twisted out the word Sichuan on his forehead, "Everyone, what do you want to do?"
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal sighed and said nothing.
Immortal Laojun took away the alchemy furnace and didn't know what he was thinking.
The White Crane Immortal did not speak, but lightly tapped her sleeve, which was embroidered with a white crane. When she touched it, the white crane came to life, flew away from the sleeve, and when it landed on the ground and stood there, it was already more than ten meters tall.
The huge crane.
The spirit crane was frightened by the dragon chariot flying towards it, and screamed uneasily.
The White Crane Immortal tiptoed, flew onto the back of the spiritual crane, and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid."
Many immortals around looked at her in surprise.
The Immortal White Crane mounted the crane not because he wanted to escape, but because he wanted to fight.
Lu Qiuping, the general of the Zhenxi Army, put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his fighting spirit rising, "You immortals are not as good as a woman."
The master of the palace, Xiao Kun, snorted coldly and held the sword in his hand, "Why did General Lu say this?"
Cui Chengwang floated forward and said, "Although Cui has only a trace of his soul left, he doesn't want to be a deserter."
"Father and son are fighting, and the son is also willing to fight." Young Master Cui took a step forward and stood beside his father's remnant soul.
A banner with the words "Shuang Wu Yi Ce" flew up, and Wu Yong, the divine fortune teller, stood on the banner with his hands behind his back.
A fourth-level immortal came forward and said: "Luo Yunhai, the loose immortal of Zangyun Cave, is willing to join all fellow Taoists in the battle."
Another person stood up: "Hong Zhen, the Secretary of Youzhou Prefecture, invites you to fight."
One by one, the palace masters and the immortals came forward one after another.
One hundred and eighty-seven immortals stood up.
Seeing this scene, a rainbow appeared under the feet of the Long-Eyebrow Immortal, and the old man walked up with a trembling walking stick in his hand.
At this point, one hundred and eight immortals faced the huge dragon chariot rushing towards them.
The fighting spirit is overwhelming.
To the north of the Hengduan Mountains, more than a dozen demon kings looked at this scene and laughed mockingly.
"What are these guys thinking in their heads?"
"Are you trying to fight the fourth level against the sixth level? Do you want to fight to your death?"
"The earthworm still wants to shake the tree, what a joke!"
One by one, the demon kings laughed wildly.
They couldn't understand the actions of these fourth-level immortals.
All the great kings and all the monster clans are looking forward to the dragon chariot, waiting to see the good show.
After a while, the dragon chariot stopped at the Conferring God Platform.
The carriage slowly opened.
"The Demon Ancestor is coming out!" Many demon kings also became nervous.
In front of the Conferring God Stage, one hundred and eight fourth-level immortals looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Two giant dragons prostrate themselves on the altar to show their humility.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone and monsters.
Someone got off the chariot and walked between the two giant dragons.
When that man appeared, everyone and all the monsters held their breath.
The whole world fell into a strange dead silence.
The man stood on the Conferring God Stage, overlooking the many immortals below the stage, and slowly spoke, breaking the silence and silence.
