The snow-capped mountains in Yan State were destroyed in a disastrous manner, and Chaowu City had already fallen into the abyss, and no trace was found.

Zhongqing City has been captured, the Emperor of Yan has become a prisoner, and the entire Yan State is temporarily controlled by the Jiang State, the Western Jin Dynasty and the Wei State armies. Situ Chaoyuan suddenly woke up. The world is so big that he has nowhere to go!

In fact, Situ Chaoyuan is not really nowhere to go.

There are many vassal states in the world that believe in the Tao Palace, and it is impossible for them to be controlled by the three armies of Jiang, Jin and Wei. However, if he is a saint, if he hides in the vassal state like a dog with a family, it will definitely be a great insult to his dignity.

In fact, Situ Chaoyuan knew very well what he should do next, but his so-called pride and self-esteem were inevitably dragging his back.

Situ Chaoyuan wandered around the borders of various countries.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man was wearing a Confucian robe.

"People from the academy?"

Situ Chaoyuan frowned.

“To be precise, I’m from the former Academy.”

It was a middle-aged man, and the aura that was faintly emitted from his body was particularly powerful.

Situ Chaoyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "It turns out he is a betrayer from Tianxia Academy."

There are very few big things in the Xuanming Realm in the world, and they naturally recognize each other. Even if they don’t have much contact, they at least know each other and can easily recognize each other.

But Situ Chaoyuan was a saint of the Taoist Palace after all, and he rarely went out. He could know the Xuanming powerhouses in the world, but it did not mean that he had to recognize the faces of all Xuanming powerhouses.

What's more, there are also highs and lows in the Xuanming Realm, and Situ Chaoyuan's eyes have always been at the top.

For example, Situ Chaoyuan never took Tang Duo from Shaohua Academy in Weiguo and the people who appeared in front of him, and he was too lazy to remember their faces.

"The three words "betrayer" are really hard to say. We should be the new destiny rewriters of the Tianxia Academy. We all know that the saints have always wanted to defeat the sage master and become the real strongest person in the world. But after the battle of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland, it is hard to say who is the strongest person in the world now, but it must have nothing to do with you, the saint."

Situ Chaoyuan's eyes were slightly cold, "Are you sarcastic about me?"

Feeling the murderous intent that was coming to his face, the Confucian cultivator not only burst into tears, but quickly waved his hand and said, "Sage, don't get me wrong! Our President Song Jing just hopes to cooperate with the saint and fight with the Demon Lord of the Wasteland. The devil will suffer a lot. It comes from all aspects. If we help the saint, we will be able to get rid of the devil!"

"Director Song Jing?" Situ Chaoyuan said disdainfully: "That guy has a beautiful dream and has already claimed to be the president. Even if he breaks the realm due to the complete revival of the fortune of heaven and earth, he will at most be in the upper realm of Xuanming. Where do you have the confidence and courage to come to cooperate with me? You wasteful guys, I can kill you, why do you think I need you?"

The Confucian scholar was a powerful man in the lower realm of Xuanming who had followed Song Jing. Due to the complete recovery of the fortune of heaven and earth, he had also entered the upper realm. But facing Situ Chaoyuan, he was really like a child.

Hearing Situ Chaoyuan's sarcastic words, his face became ugly.

In fact, according to Song Jing's idea, the Demon Lord of the Wasteland was so powerful, and the final result was either the devil's master was killed, or the devil's master was killed, or both were injured. The third result was the most likely to happen. After all, although the Devil Lord of the Wasteland is strong, the Devil's master is also very strong.

But things always develop beyond expectations. There are many people participating in the war and they are indeed seriously injured. However, the Demon Lord of the Wasteland was not killed by the Spectator. It is obviously difficult for Song Jing to be the old man who reaps profits.

"The people who follow our President Song Jing have basically been eliminated. There are not many living people left, but there are not a single weak person. Although the Taoist Palace of the Saint was destroyed, there are many vassal states that believe in the Taoist Palace. The Saint has a chance to make a comeback. Combined with the power of both of us, there is no possibility of fighting. If you are the Saint alone..."

Situ Chaoyuan directly interrupted the other party's remaining words, "Although I don't have any good feelings for Tianxia Academy, I know very well what Song Jing did. I did think that a person as whimsical as him was originally a figure, but if you hit me, you can only say that Song Jing's whimsicality is even more than my imagination."

At present, the will of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland still exists, and the war on earth has only come to an end for the time being. A new war may break out again at any time. Situ Chaoyuan certainly has the reserve force to make a comeback, but he may not necessarily need these betrayers from the Tianxia Academy.

Situ Chaoyuan was not as embarrassed as he was with a dog, so it would only lower his level.

"What does the saint mean?"

The Confucian cultivator's face became increasingly ugly. Although he was afraid of Situ Chaoyuan's power and did not dare to act rashly, it did not mean that he had no temper. Situ Chaoyuan's every word was sarcastic and ridiculed, as if he had deposed them as useless. He was already suppressing his anger.

Situ Chaoyuan said lightly: "My meaning is very simple. You trash are not qualified to cooperate with me, or even stand in front of me."

The Confucian scholar laughed in anger, "The saints are already alone, but they are still extremely arrogant, but you should also think about it carefully, do you still have the right to continue to be arrogant?"

"Are you teaching me to do things?" Situ Chaoyuan's cuffs swelled, and a wave of air surged out.

The Confucian scholar was as if he was killed by thunder, his face instantly pale.

He immediately groaned, then spitted blood in his mouth, and said in disbelief: "Situ Chaoyuan! What do you want to do?!"

He no longer calls the other party a saint.

He never expected that Situ Chaoyuan would attack him directly.

"Of course, it was to wipe off the annoying dirt, and it was also to tell that guy Song Jing that he was just garbage in my eyes."

The Confucian scholar wanted to escape, but how could he escape?

The rising air wave instantly swallowed him up, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood again, and the blood seemed to be mixed with pieces of filthy things. He opened his eyes wide and threw himself straight forward.

He was obviously a great monk who had broken into the upper realm of Xuanming, but he was so vulnerable to Situ Chaoyuan's hands.

"It's really useless." Situ Chaoyuan spat.

He looked into a certain direction and murmured to himself: "I will of course do it if I want to defeat the snob master."

......

A broken town in Jiangguo.

There are many practitioners gathering nearby.

Some of them were monks who were once eroded by the will of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland, and some of them resisted those monks.

The former was extremely upset when he regained his rationality, but some monks seemed to be savoring the pleasure of killing desperately, but they did not dare to show it directly after returning to their rationality.

The feeling of aftertaste makes them feel scared.

They feel that something might be wrong in their hearts.

Some people can find the right path again, but there will inevitably be some people who are deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves.

However, fate always likes to joke.

No matter what their future is, it will be a future event, but it is a different story to say whether they can have a future.

There are dark shadows shuttled around the town.

Some monks who are single will really be single forever.

Some monks who went to find food did not come back for a long time.

At first, no one noticed the problem until more and more people disappeared.

Finally someone discovered the problem.

But being able to discover problems does not mean that the problem can be solved.

Some people are still disappearing.

Zhuo Bingchun cooked the porridge, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Ning Haoran, who was sitting against the wall, and said in confusion: "This town seems to be gradually becoming strange."

Ning Haoran took the porridge bowl and asked, "What's strange?"

Zhuo Bingchun said: "There are many monks gathering in the town and outside the town. They all experienced a war and were exhausted. There was no possibility of leaving at this time, but I obviously felt that the aura of monks outside was gradually decreasing."

While taking care of Ning Haoran, Zhuo Bingchun was always paying attention to the situation in the world. Although his wandering could not cover too far, he could also see the situation of most of the Jiang Kingdom, so he did not pay special attention to the vicinity of the town.

If someone deliberately chooses to act during Zhuo Bingchun's sacred tour, as long as he is careful, the disappearance of one or two monks will be impossible to be discovered. After all, Zhuo Bingchun's focus is not on the town, but there are too many monks who have disappeared now, so it is difficult for him to not find out.

Ning Haoran said calmly: "It's nothing strange. Although everyone is resting in peace, it's normal for someone to leave. If something really happens, it will be in chaos outside."

Zhuo Bingchun nodded and said, "Maybe I'm worried too much."

Ning Haoran drank rice porridge silently and did not speak anymore.

Zhuo Bingchun stared at Ning Haoran who was drinking porridge, but suddenly frowned slightly.

......

Nanyu border.

There were three figures passing through the array barrier.

Soon, we arrived at the location where Hua Zilai and theirs blocked the magma of the black volcano.

The flying sword that suppressed the black volcano suddenly trembled and flew away.

It appeared in the hands of one of the three figures.

He looked at Hua Zilai who was coming up and said softly: "I will use my sword intent to suppress the black volcano, and there will be no more magma, and I will leave the rest to you."

Hua Zilai frowned and looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"

Li Mengzhou said: "I'm not alone."

Hua Zilai nodded.

Watching their left behind.

In the world, the existence of the will of the Demon Lord in the Wasteland was impossible to perceive. Ning Haoran's Qihai had no drop of spiritual energy, which was like a useless person, and he could not perceive it, but Li Mengzhou felt it was strange.

According to time, the Demon Lord of the Wasteland must have occupied Ning Haoran's body, so he would have to plunder the Qihai Spiritual Yuan of other cultivators to restore his own power at the first time, which would inevitably cause some movement, but until now, there was no movement in Jiang Guoli.

"The Demon Lord of the Wasteland has indeed become very cautious."

In the process of looking at the world, Li Mengzhou can actually basically confirm that the source of the power of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland is taken from the body of the first practitioner in the world. As long as the thread is cut off, the Demon Lord of the Wasteland will be the same as that of an ordinary monk, and it is nothing more than a stronger foundation.

But basically confirms that it is not complete after all.

With the calculation of the ninth prince, the probability is at least higher.

The Demon Lord of the Wasteland is so cautious, even if his remaining will is weak, if his will is still immortal, he would not be able to do anything without any splash. No movement means he is very careful, and it also means that he will not be able to plunder too many spiritual energy.

As long as his will is the same as before, he only needs to plunder it. Even if he can only plunder the monks with weaker cultivation, it will be enough to restore his weak will. Even if he is discovered, it is actually nothing to do.

As long as his will is not destroyed, he will have countless ways to escape and become stronger.

But the current situation is obviously that the Demon Lord of the Wasteland dares not be too presumptuous at all, which can explain many problems.

If the remaining will of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland only occupies one body of his choice, it would be normal for him to have time to recover his will.

But if he occupied Ning Haoran's body, his remaining will could exert all his power, so there was no need to be cautious, because it would only delay his recovery of his will and would not be of great benefit.
Chapter completed!