Invincible Upgrade of Douluo Continent

The No. demon sect in the Northern Territory, "Lihen Sect", is located on the highest mountain in the Northern Territory, "Lihen Mountain".

There is only the lower half of Lihen Mountain, and the upper half was chopped off by the "Great Demon King of Hatred", the leader of the Lihen Sect, with his supreme magical power. This place is surrounded by evil spirit all year round, covered with dark clouds, and is a scene of doomsday. Not a single tree, flower or grass can be seen here. No plants or animals growing in the sun can survive here. But such a place shrouded in demonic energy is indeed a haven for demonic cultivators and monsters.

The Lihen Sect dominates the power of life and death within a radius of thousands of miles. Those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. This is the slogan of the Lihen Sect. Demon cultivators kill people to seize others' original wishes and increase their strength.

A man from a huge palace in the Lihen Sect, with a dignified appearance but a sinister look on his face, slammed the tea cup on the ground and shouted angrily at the four people in front of him: "What? Jun'er was killed! Who killed him?" Of? Hurry."

The four people below were the ones who protected the Demon Lord of Hatred and participated in the battle for the ranking. They passed through many tests and failed. The leader, a man in black clothes, said tremblingly: "I am reporting to the sect master that the person who killed the young sect master, His name is Xiang Wen, and after our private inquiries, we found out that Xiang Wen is the acting pope of the Wuhun Palace in the Central Region."

The Demon King of Hatred said angrily: "Since your masters are dead, there is no need for you to live. Go down below and serve Jun'er."

"Sect Master, please don't..."

"Sect Master, please forgive me!"

"Sect Master, please spare our lives for the four of us who have served the Young Sect Master for many years!"

"Sect Master, I and the four of us have worked hard and diligently for so many years. We have toiled even though we have no merit. Please let us live!"

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The leader of the Lihen Sect, the Great Demon King, gave a cruel smile and said: "It is precisely because of your hard work and conscientious work for so many years that I allowed the four of you to go to Jiuquan and continue to serve Jun'er."

"Sect Master, please forgive me!"

"Sect Master, please give us a way out!"

"Sect Master, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a child who is waiting to be fed. Please let me live."

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The Demon King of Hate narrowed his eyes and punched out. The four people were instantly wiped out, without even having time to scream.

After dealing with the four people, the Demon King of Hatred shouted: "Come here!"

The door of the palace slowly opened, and a warrior in black walked into the palace, knelt on his knees, and said respectfully: "What are your orders, Master?"

The Great Demon King of Hatred said angrily: "Assemble all the troops, and all the elites of the Lihen Sect will come out to help me destroy the Spirit Hall!"

"Yes!" The black-clothed warrior had never seen the Great Demon King of Hatred be so angry. He agreed: it was because of the murder of the Demon King of Hatred; the murder of the Demon King of Hatred had already spread throughout the sect, and he did not want to be hated. The big devil was beaten to pieces with one punch. Thinking of this, the black-clothed warrior stood up tremblingly and ran out of the hall to deliver the order of the Demon King of Hatred.

This has ignited the flames of war across the entire continent. From then on, the entire continent will enter an unprecedented war, and it will not end until the entire continent is completely reshuffled and the separatism among the heroes comes to an end. It is not unreasonable to say that the mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind.

Three days later, the young leader of the Adventurer's Guild led ten thousand adventurers and hundreds of thousands of conquered monks, and marched directly to the outside of Wuhun City, thirty miles away, preparing to take down Wuhun Palace in one fell swoop and kill everyone. Shui Xiang asked.

In the Pope's Hall, all the elites from the Wuhun Hall and the Elder's Hall gathered in the Pope's Hall. Everyone looked gloomy and looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. Wuhun Palace has never encountered such a crisis since ancient times, and it is natural for everyone to behave like this.

Xiang Wen sat on the Pope's chair with a calm face. No matter how many enemies came to him, they would be devoured by him and turned into his own cultivation. Xiang Wen solemnly said: "Everyone! Now that the enemy is attacking our Wuhun Palace, we must not sit back and wait for death. Our relatives and children are behind us. We are their last line of defense."

"Swear allegiance to Wuhun Palace to the death..."

"We will live and die with Wuhun Palace..."

"Protect your family and fight against foreign enemies together!"

Thunderous shouts resounded throughout the ground. At this moment, Wuhun Palace seemed so united and so strong. Just imagine that everyone could cultivate to the realm of compassion. Without a fortitude and a heart that is not afraid of life and death, they would not be able to cultivate to such a realm. .

"Let's go! Welcome the enemy at the city gate!" Xiang Wen shouted.

Everyone followed Xiangwen and came to the wall of Wuhun City. Xiang Wen saw a dark place in the distance, with figures everywhere. Among the enemy army, Xiang Wen also saw the shadows of many soul masters. These were all people who had been protected by Wuhun Hall, but now they were affected by Due to the oppression of the Adventurer's Guild, he had to launch an attack on his former holy land, Wuhun Palace.

"Hahaha..." Xiang Wen laughed wildly and said boldly:

"The wind and clouds are beyond my generation,

As soon as you enter the world, time rushes by;

The wind and rain come to reverse the cultivation,

The avenues compete for opportunities;

The enemy has no one to retreat,

Cutting down the pile of bones on the battlefield of the enemy;

Lifting the sword and straddling the ghost rain,

The bones are as white as a mountain bird flying in terror;

Killing all living beings,

Just to look back without regrets.”