Guan Juyi stood on Yunmo Mountain, looking in the direction of the demon clan from a distance.

A scream came from the bottom of the mountain, "Monsters are rioting! Everyone on the other side, come down the mountain quickly!"

Before Guan Juyi went down the mountain, he raised his head again and glanced at the dark clouds that were about to cover the demon clan, and sighed lowly, "The old people leave, and the new people come, as the saying goes, the blue sky is replaced by the blue sky. Unknowingly, I have also entered the twilight period." "

In the Ganwei Demon Cave, all the children of the aristocratic families also joined the military formation early. These young masters, who are known as generational geniuses, have never seen such a formation. Looking at the dark monsters approaching from more than ten miles away, they are mostly nervous and excited.

Daosheng, the eldest grandson, was not exempt from the vulgarity. When he turned his head, he found that the knuckles of Cui Hao's sword were turning white. Looking at Cheng Zhi'an, his face was extremely ugly. He couldn't help but wonder, "Why is this?"

Lu Han said with a smile: "The head of the family often says that the iron fan in my hand has never been stained with blood, and I have never really tried its sharpness. Today I killed everyone on the Yunmo Mountain. If I go back with the achievements of the Yuanmo Mountain, wouldn't it shock the family head? Eyeballs?"

Cheng Zhi'an was still flashing back to the scene where the monsters chewed human flesh and bones that day, and he cursed incoherently: "Didn't you say that every time the monsters riot, it takes a long time?"

Cui Hao knew more than Cheng Zhi'an, so he felt that this monster riot was even more strange. The monster riots in previous years were never so frequent. He looked around at the many soldiers around him, and saw that most of the soldiers' faces were blank. So the hand holding the sword tightened.

As the monsters on the opposite side gradually became more and more oppressive and invaded, the vitality between heaven and earth seemed to become thicker. Everyone took a deep breath and felt that breathing had never been so difficult.

Guan Juyi stood in front of everyone, silent as usual, his cheeks were covered with roughness bitten by wind, frost, rain and snow, and his body was full of scars from guarding the devil's cave over the years. The bookishness of the year had long since disappeared, leaving only A body full of iron-blooded killing.

Sensing the uneasiness of the soldiers behind him, Guan Juyi shook the spear in his palm. After the buzzing, everyone felt relieved for a moment.

At this moment, a human voice came from the group of monsters on the opposite side. It was like the unpleasant sound of friction between sand and stone, and the sound of the monsters learning human language for the first time. A shadow flew up from the group of countless monsters, "Guan Juyi .”

Nowadays, the world is vast, and the monster rising in the sky opposite has such great power that once it appears, it makes the barren mountains under its feet seem to have become shorter.

Changsun Daosheng changed his color in horror, "How can there be a state of forgetfulness?"

He looked at Cui Hao and saw that Cui Hao's face was full of horror. He knew that the last monster riot did not produce Wangyou Daxiu. He recalled the official history records of the Holy Dynasty. The last time Wangyou realm monsters appeared in Yuanmo Mountain, there were only a thousand monsters. Years ago, when the old and new dynasties changed, once the monsters from the Forgetful Realm appeared, the world was in chaos. The monsters slaughtered through the Yunmo Mountain and slaughtered countless villages and towns. It was a natural disaster that would destroy the world.

"Something big is going to happen." Changsun Daosheng never expected that this trip to Yuanmo Mountain would encounter such a shocking incident.

Cui Hao's heart has sunk to the bottom. He witnessed the last monster riot with his own eyes. He knew that although Guan Juyi had superior combat power, his cultivation level had not reached the Wangyou state. Since it was not considered the Wangyou state, how could it be possible? Is he the opponent of the monster on the opposite side? He suddenly thought of Li Chen who was not on the mountain at this time, and thought to himself: What would happen to him if the Ninth Prince was here?

In front of everyone, on the desert, Guan Juyi stood up, stepping on the void and confronting the Wangyou monster from a distance. At this time, the tens of thousands of monsters on the opposite side were less than a hundred feet away from everyone.

The shadows raised by the Forgetful Monster were terrifying and grayed out half of the world. From the ground to the sky, the soldiers watched helplessly as the shadows slowly swallowed up the remaining half of the world. They were like gray light spots floating around.

It is the nightmare that fills the heart with fear, it is the dull oppression that destroys everyone's fighting spirit, and it is the weird substance that suppresses the energy and prevents it from functioning.

In the entire world outside the shadow, only the demon star shining brightly in the demon clan's ancestral land can be seen.

Guan Juyi's spear vibrated and shook thousands of shadows. If he could not pierce the sky and let out light like last time, he could only point the spear in his hand at the monster in the Forgetful Realm opposite.

As long as the initiator is killed, all the shadows will naturally disappear.

The two armies on the ground finally collided violently, and the two black lines overlapped. The blood was splashed to make dye, the flying heads made of fireworks, the miserable howls made of angry drums, and the tragic momentum was strengthened.

Put on a show.

This battle was a tragedy that Changsun Daosheng could not see in the classics and unofficial history or even in his dreams. He never thought that a person's body would be chopped into pieces by a sword, that a person would be trampled into dirt by feet, and that a person's head or arms would spurt blood and fly away.

The blood mist in mid-air can also blind people's eyes. Pairs of bright red eyes look at it. Apart from hatred and tireless killing, there is no trace of human emotion.

The color of the ground and blood was soaked and turned into a very deep black purple. These children of the aristocratic family, who usually looked up to everyone in their splendid clothes and beautiful clothes, were no different from other ordinary soldiers at this moment, even like pigs and dogs. Lu Han lay down on the ground and turned over

He escaped from the claws of the monster, and was not as elegant as he used to be. He was covered in blood or dirt and looked miserable. No one laughed at him, and no one cared about him, just because everyone else was no different from him.


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