Tianji Pavilion. "Miss, Wan Xuanzong is here, what are your plans?" Chunying came in with tea. They also learned about Miss Shi's identity. Shi Yan's real name is Ning Yan, the new Demon King. The war has been declared, and there will be a battle in Canglan Ridge in a few days. Fang Zhirong had no expression on her face, writing and drawing on the paper for a long time, then closed her eyes and issued the order. "No, Tianji Pavilion refuses to see anyone." Take a gamble and take Ning Yan's side. "……Yes." - Ling family. "Master." The butler presented a post. The man's dark hair was half-twisted and he was standing in front of his desk practicing calligraphy. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words, "Throw it away."
"This... Elder Wanxuanzong specially sent me a post. It's related to the war. It would be inappropriate to reject it." The man paused his pen tip and turned his eyes to look at the visitor. A pair of eyes that are gentle and unruffled. "You can go if you want, I won't stop you." The figure under the green shirt is tall and strong, with a temperament like orchid, and the clean outline gives people a cold feeling. The housekeeper knew this person's temper. On the surface, he looked gentle and easy to discuss, but in fact, he was decisive and firm. Once he made any decision, no one could change it. He shook his head repeatedly, "Master, I don't have any..." Ling Muchen withdrew his gaze, his tone still gentle, "Tell the rest of the Ling family that if anyone wants to participate, just go, I won't stop you." He has a cold nature. If his father hadn't forced him to come back with his life, he wouldn't have bothered to take over such a big stall as the Ling family. The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead. The man's movements were elegant and noble, and his words were gentle and harmless, but he just felt an inexplicable pressure. Don't be angry! The housekeeper stepped back and the child beside him spoke. "Master, I heard that Sect Master Han has a method to help people improve their cultivation. Now that you have reached Dzogchen and are close to Mahayana, do you want to try his method first?" The man's expression did not change, and the words he wrote were vigorous and powerful, "You will always pay a price if you practice the evil arts." At worst, he loses his original intention; at worst, he becomes a puppet. The child's expression seemed to understand. He remembered the topic discussed by the servants recently, "Master, they said that the devil will kill all the monks. Is this true?" Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the window, lifting the flat paper. Ling Muchen put down his pen and walked to the window. The sky is covered with dark clouds, black clouds are pressing down on the city, strong winds are blowing in all directions, and the leaves are rustling. Storm is coming! He looked at the sky calmly.
"She won't." He had a premonition that after Canglan Ridge, the world structure would undergo major changes. …… Canglan Ridge is located in the desert area of Dongshen Continent. It is sparsely populated and has flying yellow sand. The long vegetation on the border blocks the wind and sand. A few days ago, Ning Yan sent a demon servant to clean up this place to prevent other people from being innocently involved in the battlefield. On the day of the seven-day appointment, the monks arrived early and were ready. In the flying yellow sand, the demons slowly appeared on their iron cavalry. "Devil, this battle will definitely involve countless people. Do you really want to have your own way?" the monk said. "We have gathered millions of monks, so we may not be able to defeat you demons!" Ning Yan was dressed in red, with his feet in the air, his black hair and sleeves flying. "All demons, obey my orders——" "kill!" The deafening sound of hoofbeats sounded from far to near, and the whole land was trembling slightly. A heavy horn sounded, and smoke rose everywhere. The demons are warlike, and every move is aimed at the enemy's lifeline. On the other hand, the monks have been enjoying themselves for thousands of years, and most of the monks they have trained are showy. Although the monks were more numerous, they were still no match for the bloodthirsty and warlike demons. The lords rushed into the monks, like wolves breaking into the flock of sheep, killing them. ... Sect Leader Han looked at the approaching demons, sweating crazily on his forehead, and he hurriedly backed away. The demons are so cruel that ordinary monks cannot stop them! ! "Hurry, arrange the formation as planned, hurry!" Ning Yan stood on the clouds and looked down from a high altitude. The millions of monks were reduced to half, and a group of powerful men at the rear began to move. They are setting up a formation to take advantage of their dead compatriots! Ning Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. The opponent's formation was a killing formation designed to deal with demons. She swooped down and flew to Yun Jin's side, "Yun Jin, tell them to stop advancing." Now that the demon has gone crazy, he may not be able to hear her voice. The man said "Okay" and raised his palms to condense the demonic energy. The black mist formed a huge barrier to prevent the demons from advancing. "The Demon King has an order, retreat!" The man's cold voice reached every demon ear clearly, so no matter how unwilling they were, they could only retreat. "What's going on? Are they gone?" the monk asked in surprise. Sect Leader Han had a worried expression. He had carefully designed this plan for seven days. How could the killing formation work if the other party didn't come over? Just as they were stunned, a girl dressed in red rushed into the sky covered in flames.
Seeing her, Sect Leader Han's heart skipped a beat. Ning Yan raised the flame knife and struck towards the formation. A red light flashed in the sky. Rumbling-- In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the killing array set up by the powerful men was destroyed! "Ning! Yan! You are despicable and shameless!" He actually broke their formation, so what else can they do to fight the demons! "You used to be a monk, but now you stand on the opposite side of the human race. Aren't you afraid of going to hell after death!" "The leader of the righteous path of Immortal Changjing, if he sees you like this, he will definitely regret accepting you as his disciple!" "..." It started with accusations and then came with insults. Ning Yan turned a deaf ear, and the spiritual energy around his body rioted. The aura of terror makes even the system tremble. [Host...] What do you want to do! ! The sky suddenly darkened, and the girl's flames were like fire. She slashed down with a sword and hit the sky. In the past, there was frost and snow in Wu Gou, and the demon king was as rustling as a shooting star. A sword—— Kill ten thousand people! All the people in Kyushu looked up at the stars. From a corner of the sky, red sword rain slid down like meteors. Sect Master Han and the other monks were unable to dodge and were pierced by the sword energy. Sect Master Han looked down at his heart, where a red sword energy penetrated. Blood flowed. In the battle of Canglan Ridge, the world of cultivation suffered a disastrous defeat. The sky was filled with storms, and Ning Yan soared upwards. Yun Jin suddenly frowned and subconsciously shouted, "Xiao Yan'er!!" The girl closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had a pair of golden vertical pupils. "Edict——" "The monks of Dongchen have no power, abandon the principles of heaven, and oppress the people. They have been misbehaving for thousands of years and have never been disciplined." "At this point, Dongchen's spiritual energy will fall into a deep sleep." Dongshen Continent became an ordinary mortal world. Without spiritual energy, no matter how qualified you are, you cannot practice. Everyone is a mortal, and monks are no longer a knife hanging over the heads of ordinary people. Cultivation will withdraw from this world stage.
The system was shocked. In its impression, only those adults were qualified to make such a judgment. Anyone else would have been obliterated. Who exactly is the host! After finishing speaking, all thunders were fired. Many years later, the people still could not forget this scene. It was dark for seven days, and the thick purple thunder kept pounding the land. The scene was once thrilling. But it was like a phantom, except that the ground was a little scorched, and it didn't hurt a person or a plant of grass. Storm Renjiu gathered in the sky above Dongshen, and the girl's voice resounded throughout the earth.