The Second Immortal Road

On a plain bordering the Middle-earth Continent and the Turkic steppe, black clouds covering the sky spread from one side of the sky to the other, and you can’t even see the head. The demonic cultivator army, surrounded by demonic energy, lined up one after another, ready to go.

And under these demonic cultivators, under the barren wind and sand, are buried one after another with boneless corpses, the number is unimaginable, just find a place, dig down twice, don’t need two shovel, just Can dig out piece after piece of bone.

The whole wasteland is filled with a tyrannical and murderous atmosphere.

And in the middle of these demonic cultivators, a huge black demon hall full of thousands of feet, suspended in mid-air, ran across the sky, exuding a strong and fierce aura, like a great beast from the ancient generations. Just standing in front of him gives people a sense of depression.

In this magic hall, nearly ten monsters with hideous looks are sitting on chairs carved out of black spar. They are all relaxed and casual. The scarred human female nuns, some were holding the wing of an unknown beast, biting them, and some were even digging their nostrils, and the black mud that was dug out was fluttering away.

There are only two normal monks in this black magic temple. The first one wore a golden robe with silky silver embroidered between the sleeves. His face was jade-like, and his body was slender and tall. He was a pretty handsome man. .

The only human identity seems to be not low, and he is sitting on the second main seat, holding a cup of spiritual tea, drinking slowly, without looking at the many monsters on the side, or thinking about it. what.

The second human monk was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was wearing a black robe and sitting at the very end, trying to keep himself inconspicuous and not attract the attention of the surrounding monsters.

At the very center of the magic hall, sitting a man with black lacquer scales all over his body, with a vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a monster with a horn slanting from his forehead. He glanced at the many unruly monsters below, and his eyes flashed. A trace of helplessness.

All the Venerables under the fifth incarnation of Master Panni were present. They were all confidants and no one was inferior in status. Although he was commanding the army of this conquest, not many people actually took it in their eyes. After all, there are still a few better methods than him!

"Well, sirs, I will start pulling tomorrow, do you have any comments?" The headed two-headed four-armed monster slightly bowed his head and said.

"It doesn't matter, you can figure it out. Just call me when you kill, but this time I said it in advance. I saw some nice looks and kept it for Salamander! If anyone meets the ice phoenix, remember not to startle the snake, this You must leave her completely!" The crocodile-like monster was full of wrinkles and said in a deep voice. While speaking, she also arbitrarily rubbed the scarred, unresisting human female cultivator in her words.

The headed two-headed four-armed monster shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the other monsters: "Venerable Salamander has no opinion, so can the other venerables have any opinion? We will start to draw tomorrow."

"Venerable Nirvana, Fengmou has a request, I don't know if it should be said or not!" At this time, the gold and silver two-color youth sitting on the side slowly said.

The headed double-headed and four-armed monster turned his head when he heard the words, and there was a rare smile on his face, and he even said in a harmonious voice: "Princess Feng is the tentatively designated disciple of the ancestor, this time he is out of the land. Bei, it’s half a war superintendent, just mention what you think. As long as you don’t violate the plan of the ancestor, I’m naturally willing to help!"

The gold and silver youth nodded and laughed, and then solemnly said: "Feng's father was dragged into the space storm by a human race, and he was dead for ten years. Although the enemy is bound to be dead, it cannot be vented. Feng's hatred! It just so happened that the man's sect was in the north of the earth. This time Feng wanted the masters to hand over the enemy's sect to Feng to dispose of, so that Feng would avenge the revenge himself. , Vent his hatred!" The more the young man spoke, the colder his tone became, and his face was full of coldness until the end.

"Ha, I thought it was a major event, it's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning, anyway, it's all kills, it's okay to hand it over to Master Feng!" The headed two-handed four-armed monster laughed and said without hesitation.

"Thank you so much, then!" The gold and silver youth slightly bowed his hands and thanked him.

The headed double-headed and four-armed monster scanned the surrounding circle, and suddenly found the gloomy middle-aged man in the corner, with a faint disdain flashing in his eyes, and then said: "By the way, the deity heard about Venerable Scarlet Wind. I also suffered a loss over there. I should be quite familiar with it. I think there are some enemies. Then help Young Master Feng, you don't need you to come to defeat the mission of Dibei Spiritual Cultivation!"

And at this time, the Chifeng Yinzun who was hiding in the corner heard the words and said yes, he didn't dare to have any objections.

Chi Feng had originally planned well, but returned to the degraded family of the Demon Realm, overdrawing a large amount of resources, which was worthy of condensing a temporary demon body. He returned to the Human Realm again, intending to resume the practice of Xuan Gui Jue. But I didn't expect how long he hadn't come back, the human world had changed!

The ancestor, whom he needs to look up to, actually set out to invade the human world here, not only personally distracting from the lower realm, but also using great magic power to open up the two-world passage and bring down eight venerables.

This ancestor is as strong as the saint ancestor he has been loyal to for thousands of years. In the entire holy realm, no one is above it, and the other two can only be compared with him!

Although the human world here has been shattered, and the vitality of heaven and earth has suffered a major decline not long ago, it is no longer possible to tolerate the lower realm of the alienated **** stage. The eight demon lords of this lower realm can only use secret methods to suppress the peak of the Nascent Soul, but they It is the lower bound of the ontology.

Although the pressing of the interface uses not only mana, but also the body, the limitation on the body is much lower than the mana, which leads to the strength of the body of this group of'Later Yuan Ying' demon veterans, even stronger than the average body. Lingbao!

This group of demons can crush the **** transformation stage of the human world without using force, relying only on the flesh, because the **** transformation stage of the human world does not emphasize attacking spirit treasures, and even their scales can't be removed!

Although both are Demon Venerables, Chi Feng's body has already been destroyed, and he will not be an opponent of any of the eight Demon Venerables here. He will be defeated if he meets one of them and can't take a few breaths!

If it weren’t for the relationship between his original master Rakshasa and the ancestor, he is indeed a little familiar with the human world and can be used as a guide. He may not survive, and he would be killed by the demon of the lower world. NS.