Tongtian Peak, Yuqing Hall.

All the senior executives of Qingyun are listed here.

There are also four peak martial emperors of other super powers.

Their eyes all fell on the bloody figure in the hall.

Hidden the edge of the valley, and swallows hide the edge of the forehead.

Yan Zangfeng looked very embarrassed at this moment, his whole right hand was broken from his arm. His robe had been dyed red, and it was covered with holes. You could see the extremely ferocious wounds under his clothes. There were strands of demonic energy rising from the wound, which looked a little shocking.

"Zangfeng, why is this happening?"

As soon as he heard the news, Yan Tiannan and others had already arrived here, their eyes were full of solemnity. They quickly took out a healing pill from their arms and gave it to Yan Zangfeng to relieve his injuries.

"Senluo Palace is coming, no one can defeat it!"

Even though Yan Zangfeng was severely injured, he gritted his teeth and kept his mind awake at this moment.

"Is it the ancestor Senluo? After so many years, he has not only not yet fallen in his realm, but has become stronger and stronger?"

Yan Tiannan was a little puzzled. They also participated in the battle back then and saw with their own eyes the scene where Nangong Mo broke the arm of the ancestor Senluo.

Logically speaking, a peak Martial Emperor will most likely regress after being severely injured.

Even if some people have some excellent healing medicines, they can only maintain their own realm at most, but their combat power will be damaged.

But now it seems that the ancestor Senluo not only did not suffer any damage to his strength, but instead made progress.

All of them knew Yan Zangfeng's strength.

Yan Zangfeng was only five hundred years old and had already become the peak sword emperor. He challenged tens of thousands of famous sword cultivators in his life, but was defeated by Nangong Mo's subordinates.

Even Yan Tiannan had to admit that if he fought with Yan Tiannan, he would probably have to fight with Yan Zangfeng at most ten moves.

Without Nangong Mo, he could even be called invincible in the world...

But Yan Zangfeng, who is so kind, has now fallen into such a situation.

"The ancestor Senluo is too strong, so let's leave quickly. The people from the Demon Sect are almost chasing them, and it will be too late if they don't leave."

Yan Zangfeng said the last sentence and fainted.

Speaking of which, Yan Zangfeng is an extremely unlucky person.

But at the same time, he is more lucky.

This time, the Demon Cult made a big move, and most of the ancestor Senluo did not take action personally until he met Yan Zangfeng.

Yan Zangfeng made the ancestor Senluo feel that this person has a very shadow of Nangong Mo.

In order to revenge the revenge of the broken arm, the ancestor Senluo took action and cut off Yan Zangfeng's arm.

Yan Zangfeng knew he was defeated. Taking advantage of the inattention of the ancestor Senluo, he used his sword to escape from Zangfeng Valley and survived to this day.

As for the other three super forces, the ancestor Senluo did not take a look at it, and was already refined into a sea of ​​blood by the Blood Nether Ghost Emperor.

Ming Yu from Cangsheng Temple was directly hit by his junior brother and died on the spot.

The heads of the other two super forces also escaped by their own means, and their whereabouts are now unknown.

At this point, the four super forces were wiped out.

The entire western region of the Shenjin Dynasty had 90% of its power, and it fell under the demon claws of the Demon Cult.

This time, it was even more cruel and bloody than the time fifty years ago.

All ancient cities have become dead cities.

Along the way, some monks of the Demon Cult have refined their magic weapons one by one to enhance their own strength.

...

The Divine Jin Dynasty, the Imperial Palace.

Cao Zhengyun was reporting various news about the attack of the Demon Sect to the Emperor Jin who was sitting on the dragon couch.

"Your Majesty, is this Demon Sect too rampant? Should we send the Shenwu Army to suppress it?"

Emperor Jin tapped the dragon throne with one hand, making a thud sound.

His eyes were calm and fluctuating, as if these millions of people were not his people, and letting them slaughter had nothing to do with him.

It took a long time for Emperor Jin to stop slowly, his eyes deep.

"This ancestor Senluo is very ambitious and does not take the agreement with me seriously at all."

"But now is the critical moment. It is not a simple matter to eradicate the ancestor Senluo. If I take action rashly and send me to carefully cultivate elites for hundreds of years, I believe Mo Xiaoyun will also know his trump card."

"If I don't take action, I will lose the hearts of the people again!"

"It's really a headache!"

"Transfer my will and ask Hulong Villa to send people to wipe out the Demon Cult and quell the Demon Confucianism!"

Cao Zhengyun's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

"Your Majesty's two birds are so wonderful!"

Emperor Jin shook his head slightly, smiling and mocked himself, "Hmph, do you think Mo Xiaoyun would be so obedient?"

"I did this just to appease the people's hearts."

Emperor Jin didn't know how he kicked the ball to Mo Xiaoyun, and he would do it at most and would not have a head-on conflict with the ancestor Senluo at all.

The fall of the west is already a destiny.

He endured for so many years and kept himself very weak, just to wait for an opportunity to completely eradicate Hulong Villa.

Hulong Villa has existed since the establishment of the Shenjin Dynasty, and its foundation is not much weaker than that of the Shenjin Dynasty.

In the entire Shenjin Dynasty, almost half of the court officials were from Hulong Villa.

If he acted rashly, he would likely face the complete collapse of the Shenjin Dynasty.

Being replaced is a trivial matter.

Even if you win, it will still cause the Shenjin Dynasty to be damaged.

At that time, can the major kings still sit still?

Can the group of barbarians in the north still bear it?

Now, he could only wait, waiting for Mo Xiaoyun to reveal his fangs.

At that time, if one unexpectedly comes, Weng Zhong will catch the turtle and catch all the Hulong Villa in one go.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

In this game, if one wrong step is the best, the whole game will be lost.

"By the way, can you find the trace of Nangong Mo?"

Cao Zhengyun was stunned and immediately replied: "Your Majesty, you have never."

"If you find it, you must catch him at all costs. It is said that he was the only one who went to the ancient temple of the wilderness."

"I'm very curious. What else did he get in the ancient palace of the wilderness besides the demon fetus?"

"Is there really a way to become a god in this world?"

Emperor Jin murmured to himself, without expectation in his eyes.

He didn't want to become a god, and he also knew that the imperial fortune of practicing the Taihuang Sutra could not become a god at all.

He now has two volumes of heavenly books and cannot understand them thoroughly, so he no longer has expectations.

No matter how powerful an emperor was, he would die in the end.

He just wants to rule the world and create an unprecedented history, keep his name forever and be remembered forever.

In his eyes, eternal life is far from doing great things that people can remember forever during their own time.

However, the method of becoming a god will obviously be out of his control and threaten his rule.

Even this matter is likely to be just a rumor from others and no longer exists.

But he also doesn't allow others to have this strength!

No one can do it!

In this world, he is the only one!

Talent is the only master!
Chapter completed!