"Look... that's the blood of the vicious demon, which has spread to the city wall... kill, kill hard... haha... Master Wang Zhuqing, you are the hope of Wuhui City."

The soldiers guarding the city raised their arms and waved.

The ferocious demon blood under the city wall inspired his blood even more.

On this day, many civilians near the city wall discovered the infiltration of the vicious demon's blood.

…

On the sixth day, start.

Weird.

There are no poisonous rats, no black ant snakes, and no weak pigs in the cracks.

Clumps of fist-sized green slime fell like raindrops.

If you look closely, the mucus is disgusting, like moldy pig intestines that have been chewed ten thousand times.

An hour passed.

The geniuses stood in the center of the battlefield, in a daze.

No killing!

No fighting!

The mucus seeped directly into the ground, calmly and without any ripples.

Like a violent storm...the rainstorm composed of mucus is getting bigger and bigger...but these mucus have no offensive power. With a light touch, it will fall apart like mud.

Of course, there is no demon dust either.

…

Wang Junchen's white eyebrows frowned tightly together for the first time.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

This weird day... is so abnormal.

Those filthy mucus are definitely not simple.

…

Ji Dongyuan squatted down solemnly and slowly broke off a tree root!

Not too dirty either.

Ji Dongyuan stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the surface.

Then... his pupils shrank suddenly, and a big bead of sweat fell.

…

The sixth day ended in such a ridiculous way.

"The evil monster must be afraid and doesn't dare to come!"

It was a rare day for the geniuses to take a breather... After they relaxed, they began to talk animatedly and swear grand words.

Only those powerful leaders who had awakened the Nine Meridians frowned and remained silent.

The nine meridians are the pinnacle of heaven and earth. Although it is the lowest pinnacle... you can still feel a hint of crisis.

The tranquility of this day...is the prelude to the coming storm...

…

In a corner, Zhao Chu's pupils became more solemn than ever before.

In front of him, bolts of top-quality plain cloth were frantically sewn into spiritual robes... Countless poisonous rat skins collected yesterday were carved into demon talismans.

His mental energy was running too fast, making his scalp feel hot, as if boiling oil had been poured on it.

Biting the tip of his tongue, Zhao Chu was afraid that he would pass out... his mental energy was so exhausted,

The seventh day!

Destined...to decide life and death.

…

The interior of the solemn imperial court.

The nine golden elixir powerhouses move their true energy, and they are the center of the giant screen in hundreds of cities across the country.

Click!

Suddenly, a luminous pearl suspended in the central room... shattered.

"Oops!"

An old man with white beard and hair suddenly opened his eyes.

Warning!

This is an early warning sign.
Chapter completed!