It was like that, crushing everything and rushing towards them with unstoppable momentum.

The moment everyone in the Fire Flame Sect was stunned, the rapidly advancing army had already arrived in front of them.

"stop!"

A rough shout came out, causing the giant army to stop suddenly.

Orders and prohibitions are carried out, and half steps are not missed.

Lian Minghui's expression became more solemn.

This is a well-trained army.

But where did this army come from?

Netherworld? Extreme realm? No, neither!

Why has he never seen such an army before?

Who are these people?

After stopping, the army took a step toward both sides with almost completely restrained movements.

Then a tall man with a scar on his face came forward.

This man's cultivation has reached the seventh level of the Golden Immortal.

He is said to be the tallest among these soldiers.

Everyone in the Fire Flame Sect also discovered that these soldiers were only at the third level of the Golden Immortal at most, and some had not even reached the Golden Immortal level.

Normally, this level of cultivation would not be taken seriously by everyone in the Huoyan Sect.

Even if he is a seventh-level Golden Immortal, he can only be the lowest disciple of the inner sect in the Fire Flame Sect.

But at this moment, looking at this man with scars on his face, Lian Minghui felt that his whole body was tense and his spine felt chilly.

Even if he is an immortal king.

Looking at these well-trained troops with orders and prohibitions, they also felt the fear that they would be crushed at any time.

Lian Minghui took a deep breath, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "I don't know which Taoist sect you belong to. I would like to ask the name of the Taoist Taoist, the elder of Yanhuo Sect, Lian Minghui."

The scarred man did not look at Lian Minghui, but looked at Jing Rufeng lying on the ground, covered only with a layer of rags.

The voice he opened his mouth was rough and unpleasant, "Do you know Jun Muyan or Ye Liangchen?"

Jing Rufeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Lian Minghui felt nervous and thought to himself that it was not good.

As soon as this army appeared, the boss asked if he knew Jun Muyan, obviously wanting to compete with him for merit points.

You must know that Di Beixuan's will is conveyed to the spiritual cultivation of all races.

Next, he would even record the scene of the massacre of the rebellious sect and family with a mirage stone, and display it directly in their minds.

Di Beixuan wants all races to know.

Only by obeying his orders and killing Jun Muyan and her accomplices can they have a chance to survive.

If you want to go against him, your whole family will be destroyed, and life will be worse than death.

On the contrary, it is the demons. Because of the different power systems of cultivation, Di Beixuan cannot directly convey his will to all the demons.

Simply let human spiritual cultivators snipe and kill all the demons.

The Qianyuan was destroyed, and the demons had no way to escape.

The world above the abyss is obviously not conducive to the survival of the demon race.

As a result, the tragedy of demons being hunted down and captured was staged across the entire continent.

Only when all the demons are captured and slaughtered will it be the turn of those human spiritual cultivators who are unwilling to surrender to Di Beixuan.

So when Lian Minghui saw this army and the scarred man, he immediately concluded that they were here to capture Jing Rufeng just like him.

Lian Minghui glanced at the densely packed demons in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "Fellow Taoist, we spent many days and nights chasing these demons and finally killed them. But the demons are cunning.
Chapter completed!