The alien lord: lost in fantasy land

After speaking, the Fire Spirit Holy Ape stood up, shook his body, and looked lazy.

Kuhun said from the side: "Since you agree, then follow us. But you must know that if you go with us, you will go to the demon battlefield. You'd better be prepared if you risk your life."

The Fire Spirit Holy Ape glanced at Kuhun and said nothing, assuming he knew it by default.

Lu Yu smiled and said to Song Weile and Kuhun: "Okay, don't go back to hell. First go to the abyss space with the Fire Spirit Saint Ape."

Lu Yu waved his hand and took Song Weile, Bitter Soul, and Fire Spirit Holy Ape into the abyss.

Summoned Tian Hongzhi, Hong Ninghai, and their mounts. Tianhongzhi came out and looked around: "Is it done?"

Lu Yu nodded: "It's done. Let's go to the demon battlefield."

Turning to Hong Ninghai, he said, "You should also go back to Scarlet Flame City. I guess all the officials from the empire responsible for the aftermath have passed away. You also need to go back and deal with it."

Hong Ninghai nodded, said goodbye to Lu Yu, and rode towards Scarlet Flame City.

Lu Yu and Tian Hongzhi continued to the demon battlefield.

The two continued to move forward and soon came to the edge of the demon battlefield. The sight in front of me was shocking. There were dead soldiers and demons everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.

I saw a small group of human soldiers coming from a distance. He looked somewhat embarrassed. A group of 16 people is a bit like deserters.

Lu Yu tightened the reins, walked towards the soldiers, and asked the leading soldier: "Who is currently in charge of the battlefield? What is the situation ahead?"

After seeing the bright face of Tian Hongzhi behind Lu Yu, this group of remnants looked at each other and revealed an imperceptible smile.

Lu Yu looked at the expressions of several people with contempt in his heart and sneered: "Haha, I advise you not to have any other thoughts. Otherwise, I really don't know how you will die."

The leading soldier said with a ferocious smile: "Young boy, a mountain of corpses of labor and management is rolling over. You are a commander-level presence in inland cities, and you are talking to me like this. Are you a spy of the demon clan?"

When Lu Yu heard what he said, he laughed angrily: "Haha, it's so hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words. Last chance, answer my question, and then get out!"

When a group of soldiers heard Lu Yu's warning, they not only did not retreat but laughed loudly. Apparently they thought Lu Yu was a rich man who had some three-legged cat skills and ran to the battlefield to show his passion for the girl. These soldiers have seen this a lot these days. They have also engaged in several killings and high-priced goods.

Therefore, several people laughed excitedly: "Hahahahaha! Brothers, kill this pretty boy! Capture that girl alive! Come on!"

The leading soldier pulled out his long sword and rushed towards Lu Yu with a surge of profound energy. Lu Yu stood there with a sneer, showing no intention of moving.

The few soldiers had only taken two or three steps before they felt that their blood was surging all over their bodies and they were extremely tired. However, the next moment, they saw that the hair of their companions was instantly turning gray, and their faces looked like they were withered. Several people subconsciously looked at their hands, which had already turned into skinny and weathered palms like skeletons.

"Ah!" With screams, everyone threw away all their weapons, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Sir! Spare your life! We were wrong!"

Lu Yu smiled and squatted next to the leading soldier: "Can you answer the question now?"

The leading soldier nodded heavily: "Yes! Yes! Sir! The one fighting at the front is the 3rd Army! The Holy Lord Governor is Ma Yan, the Holy Lord and Strongman of the Golden Feather Empire. He is fighting against Shadow, one of the seven demon lords of the Demon Clan. Demon Lord.”

Lu Yu asked doubtfully: "How is the strength of this demon lord divided between the strength of their demon lord?"

The leader of the soldiers quickly replied: "Their demon lords are all Saint-level masters. The strongest demon lord is the Blood River Demon Lord. According to the data, he is Saint-level 6. And the four major demons are all Saint-level 9." Super powerful."

Lu Yu nodded and continued to ask: "Who is the commander-in-chief of the fight against the demons?"

"Holy Lord Su Mu. Holy Lord 9th level expert!"

Lu Yu smiled: "Very good!"

When the soldier saw that Lu Yu was satisfied, he was overjoyed and said quickly: "Sir, I have told you everything that the villain knows. Can you make the villain recover now?"

Lu Yu looked at the 16 deserters who had been turned into old men by Tian Hongzhi's time domain affairs, and smiled scornfully: "I won't take my life. But you can just survive like this for a few years. Live for a few more years as atonement. Wait until hell. If the young master suffers a little, then my promise to you will be over. Let’s go.”

Although these soldiers did not understand what Lu Yu meant. But I don’t dare to ask for anything else. It would be easy for such a strong person to make their lives worse than death. So one by one, they supported each other and walked out of the battlefield.

At this time, a deep voice came: "You are so cruel at such a young age! How dare you hurt the soldiers of my Third Army! Take your life!"

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe and holding a two-meter-long giant sword in his hand, his body surged with profound energy like sea waves. I could faintly hear the hum of metal in the air. The giant sword in his hand was raised high and struck at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu did not dare to ask for help, so he directly summoned Bitter Soul, Song Weile, and Fire Spirit Holy Ape.

The ghost energy in Kuhun's body surged wildly, and the war hammer in his hand grew in the wind, directly hitting the giant sword.

"boom!"

The giant sword and the war hammer collided with each other, exploding with astonishing energy, and the air waves set off cut off all the surrounding trees that were more than ten meters away.

The middle-aged man in yellow robe was knocked back several steps by the blow, with a surprised look on his face: "Holy ghost!?"

Kuhun frowned: "Everyone! Show some respect! Call me Ghost Saint!" Kuhun and Song Weile's strength is equivalent to a level 6 saint. Far superior to this yellow-clothed saint who is only level 1-2. So it's not polite to speak.

The Yellow-clothed Saint took a deep breath: "My Majesty, the Ten Thousand Blades Saint, Ma Yan! I wonder how many of them are...?"

Lu Yu felt contempt in his heart. It seemed that with enough strength, everyone had to be polite. Lu Yu stepped forward unhurriedly, pushed Bitter Soul aside, looked at Ma Yan and said, "My name is Lu Yu, Duke Sirius of the Xuanwu Empire. I am also the Lord of the entire sea area. I am also the actual controller of ghosts in the world. Come to the demon battlefield to join the battle." Lu Yu deliberately said such a series of titles.

After Ma Yan was stunned for a few seconds, he hurriedly raised his hands and said, "It turns out to be Duke Sirius! Hahaha, I'm so sorry. Misunderstanding!"