On a plain bordering the Middle Earth Continent and the Turkic Grassland, black clouds covering the sky spread from one side to the other, and there was no sight at all. Under the rolling black clouds, the army of demon cultivators, surrounded by demonic energy, lined up in a row, ready to go.

Under these army of demon cultivators, under the desolate wind and sand, there are corpses with only white bones left. The number is so large that it is unimaginable. Just find a place and dig it down a few times, without two shovels, and you can dig out one piece of white bones after another.

The entire wasteland is filled with a violent and solemn atmosphere.

In the middle of these demon cultivators, a huge black demon palace that was thousands of feet high, floating in the air scattered across the sky, exuding a strong and violent aura, like a giant beast that rose from the ancient generation. Just standing in front of it makes people feel breathless and depressed.

In this Demon Palace, nearly ten monsters with ferocious appearances were sitting on chairs carved from black crystal stones, all relaxing and casually. Some hugged them with extremely beautiful eyes, but were covered with scars on their bodies, some were holding the wings of an unknown beast, biting them in big mouths, and some were even digging their nostrils, and they bounced away the black mud dug out at will.

There are only two normal monks in this Black Demon Palace. The first one was wearing a golden robe, with strands of silver embroidered between the sleeves, his face was as tall as jade, and his figure was slender and upright. He was a handsome man with a look of appearance.

The only human race seemed to be quite low, and she was sitting in the second main seat, holding a cup of spiritual tea, drinking slowly, without looking at the many monsters next to her, and without knowing what she was thinking.

The monk with the second human race was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was wearing a black robe and sat at the end, trying to keep himself shrank and not attracting the attention of many monsters around him.

At the center of the Demon Palace, there was a monster with a black scale covered with black scales, a vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a one-horned monster slanted out of his forehead. He looked at the many unruly monsters below, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Those present were all the venerables under the fifth clone of Lord Pan Nie, all of whom were confidants of the direct lineage and no one was inferior to each other. Although he led the army of war, not many people actually took it seriously. After all, there were still a few more people present than him!

"Okay, all the venerables, you will start tomorrow, do you have any objections?" The two-headed and four-armed monster in the head turned his head slightly and spoke like this.

"It doesn't matter, you can do it. Just call me when you kill someone, but this time I made an appointment in advance. I met some good looks and kept it for Salamander! If anyone meets that ice phoenix, remember not to alert the snake. This time, you must keep her completely!" The monster, full of wrinkles and like a crocodile, said in a deep voice. While speaking, he rubbed the scarred and powerless human female cultivator in his words.

The two-headed and four-armed monster in the head shook his head helplessly and smiled, then looked at the other monsters: "The Salamander has no objection, so can the other venerables have any objection? Let's go tomorrow."

"Nephew Nirvana, Feng has a request, I don't know whether to say it or not!" At this time, the young man with gold and silver colored colors sitting next to him spoke slowly.

The headed two-headed four-armed monster turned his head and a rare smile appeared on his face. He spoke in a harmonious voice: "Young Master Feng Zhong is a registered disciple appointed by the First Ancestor. This time he went to the North to conquer the battle, so he just asked if he had any ideas. As long as he did not violate the plan of the First Ancestor, we are naturally willing to help!"

The young man with gold and silver nodded and laughed, then said solemnly: "Feng's father was dragged into the space storm by a human race. He died without life. Although the enemy must be dead, this cannot vent Feng's hatred! It happened that the man's sect was in the north of the earth. This time, Feng wanted all the sects of the enemy to Feng for the disposal, so that Feng could avenge this revenge in person and vent his hatred!" The more the young man spoke, his tone became colder, and his face was covered with coldness until the end.

"Ha, I thought it was a big deal. It was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Anyway, it was all killed, so it was OK to leave it to Mr. Feng!" The leader laughed and said without hesitation.

"That's thank you!" The young man with gold and silver bowed slightly and thanked him.

The two-headed and four-armed monster in the head glanced around and suddenly found the gloomy middle-aged man in the corner. A faint disdain flashed in his eyes, and then said, "By the way, I heard that Venerable Chifeng was also suffering from it. I should be quite familiar with it. I think there are some enemies, so I will assist Mr. Feng Zhong. The mission of defeating the Dibei Spiritual Cultivation is not required to come!"

At this time, Chifeng Qingzun, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly bowed his hands and said yes when he heard this, and he did not dare to have any objection at all. The demon was under the eaves and had to bow his head. This was also a helpless move!

Chi Feng originally planned to do a good job. He returned to the decaying family in the Demon Realm, overdrawn a large amount of resources, and barely condensed a temporary demon body. He returned to the human realm again, intending to start the cultivation of the Xuangui Leaf again, but he didn't expect that the human realm had changed before he came back!

The ancestor who he even needed to look up to actually started to invade this human world. Not only did he personally distract his spirit from the world, but he also used great magic power to open up the two realms and brought eight venerables down.

This ancestor is so powerful that even the Saint Ancestor who has been loyal to him for thousands of years is far inferior to that. No one in the entire holy world is still above him, and the other two can only compete with him!

Although the human world here has been broken, and the vitality of heaven and earth has declined a lot not long ago, it is impossible to tolerate the lower realm of the God Transformation Period in another world. The eight demon lords in this lower realm can only use secret techniques to suppress the peak of the Nascent Soul, but they are the lower realm of the body.

Although the interface suppression and production function is not only mana but also physical body, the limitations on physical body are much lower than those of mana, which leads to the physical body of these "late-stage Nascent Soul" Demon Lords being stronger than ordinary spiritual treasures!

These demon lords can crush the God Transformation Stage in the human world without using magic power and relying solely on their physical body. If the God Transformation Stage in the human world does not focus on attacking spiritual treasures, even their scales cannot be melted!

Although they are both Demon Lords, Chi Feng's body has long been destroyed and will not be the opponent of any of the eight Demon Lords here. If he can't stand up for one of them, he will lose if he can't breathe a few times!

If it weren't for his original master Rakshasa who had a bad relationship with this ancestor, he would be a little familiar with the human world and could be used as a guide. He might not have survived and was directly killed by the demon Lord in the lower world.

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