The only way

Along with the headless body fell, there was also a green leaf.

The so-called green awn is not the lancet from before, just an ordinary leaf.

In fact, it is not ordinary. This leaf is a special kind of spiritual leaf called honey spirit leaf.

If you soak the honey leaves in water, the water will become extremely sweet and fragrant, so the honey leaves are very popular among monks who have a sweet tooth.

Hong Zhenren carries a lot of honey leaves with him.

However, in terms of lethality, the Honey Leaf is indeed ordinary and not dangerous at all.

But the Soul Flag Demon Cultivator, whose head was in a different place, used the protective magic weapon at the bottom of the box just to block a harmless honey spirit leaf.

I don’t know what the soul flag demon cultivator who has turned into a headless corpse feels.

But the gray-haired demon cultivator who witnessed everything not far away felt clearly in his heart.

terrible!

The human race in the Eastern Continent is really terrifying!

The gray-haired demon cultivator's eyes fell on Zhenren Hong's smiling face stained with blood and flesh, his eyes full of fear.

There are many such crazy demons in the demon clan, but not the gray-haired demon cultivators.

The magic of his clan lies in a pair of eyes. They love to control the mind. Relatively speaking, they don't have the bloodthirsty cruelty of other demon clans.

In the eyes of the demons, humans should be weak and ridiculous.

What's so funny about this?

In the eyes of the demons, the human race's emphasis on friendship and ethics is ridiculous.

Especially those monks from the human race, they obviously have great power, but they flaunt justice and goodness.

Even more ridiculous.

For example, the group of Buddhist cultivators in Xilu, who use their own bodies to realize the Tao and sacrifice themselves for others, are really laughable.

But it was precisely because of this that when the gray-haired demon cultivator discovered that the human race, which he thought should be upright and upright, suddenly overturned its image and became more like the demon race than the demon race.

That kind of impact was unprecedented and shocking.

In addition, the scene where the two demons he was traveling with were both shot in the head lingered in his mind.

The result of the combination of fear and fear was that when Zhenren Hong was holding the meteor hammer and turned to look at him, the gray-haired demon cultivator abandoned the demon cultivators below without any hesitation.

Ran!

The gray-haired demon cultivator ran away, which Master Hong did not expect.

The next moment, he chased the gray-haired demon cultivator in the direction of his escape without hesitation.

At the same time, Master Hong did not forget to raise his meteor hammer and shouted, "Demon thieves, don't run away!"

The gray-haired demon cultivator heard Master Hong's words and ran faster after hearing the words.

He even used the means of escaping under the box and disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.

Hong Zhenren chased them decently for a moment, looking regretful that he could not catch up. Then he turned around and charged towards the leaderless demon monks below.

Without the control of the Golden Core Demon Cultivator, the situation of this place has been completely reversed.

Even two golden elixir cultivators with residual health are enough to kill these demon cultivators without leaving any trace behind.

After half a cup of tea, calm returned to this land stained red by blood.

There were originally twenty-five Qi-refining monks, five Foundation-building monks, and one Golden elixir monk sitting on the Yunzhou, but there were only eight Qi-refining monks, two Foundation-building monks, and one Golden elixir monk left.

Except for the extra Master Hong, half of the remaining eleven monks lost their ability to move and all were seriously injured.

Especially Master Ku Shui, who resisted three golden elixir demon cultivators for a long time alone, and then forcibly improved his cultivation. Now he is dying and has no fighting ability at all.

On the other hand, none of the mortals protected by the formation and monks were injured except for being frightened.

Master Hong's expression was not good-looking either, and he forced himself to send all the monks, living or dead, to the Yunzhou.

Then he took the Yunzhou and squeezed out his meager spiritual power to sail towards Jumang City.

When he hammered away the second golden elixir demon cultivator, he had already exhausted almost all his spiritual power.

If the gray-haired demon cultivator does not escape, the outcome is still unknown. But he escaped!

Hong Zhenren immediately understood that this was an excellent opportunity.

But he couldn't show any flaws, so Hong Zhenren caught up with the meteor hammer and showed his usual arrogance.

bluff.

As expected, the gray-haired demon cultivator escaped faster, without any suspicion at all.

Hong Zhenren was afraid that the other party was also bluffing, so he chased for a while longer, even showing an annoyed look.

It wasn't until the moment Yun Zhou successfully left this place that Hong Zhenren took off a little of his disguise and showed his fatigue in the deserted control room.

In just an instant, Master Hong cheered up again, swallowed a pill, and seized the time to control Yun Zhou while recovering his spiritual power and consciousness.

Before actually entering Jumang City, there can be no oversight!

Now that the two tribes of humans and demons are at war, the Eastern Continent is no longer the same Eastern Continent.

Danger will be everywhere.

The cloud boat flew through the sky, and under the control of the Jindan monk, it turned into a stream of light and cut through the sky.

The mortals standing on the deck of the Yunzhou suddenly felt restless.

Someone pointed into the distance and said in a horrified voice, "Look!"

All mortals who heard the sound followed it unconsciously.

I saw a large group of dark clouds pouring out from the ground in the opposite direction to the direction of Yun Zhou's flight.

Wherever the black cloud passes, the originally green mountains, green waters, and colorful land seem to be stained with a layer of ink and lose their vitality.

Even the sky has lost its bright color.

Those black clouds seemed to be eroding the color of the Eastern Continent little by little, and also split the Eastern Continent into two halves.

One side is green and blue sky, the other side is dark and gloomy.

All mortals who saw this scene opened their mouths, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

There was a terrifying moment of silence above the cloud boat.

After a moment, someone murmured, "What will happen to those who haven't left yet?"

There are too many mortals in the Eastern Continent, too many to count.

Even if the migration took several years, it would only be a drop in the bucket.

Like the mortals on this cloud boat, most of them were from the same county, but in addition to the people in the county town, that county had more than twenty villages under its jurisdiction.

There are more than 20,000 people in the population, large and small. So far, only more than 4,000 people have migrated, less than one-fifth.

So one can imagine how many mortals are left.

It is still an innumerable amount.

Of course, the mortals on Yunzhou don't understand this. They only know that there are still many people in their hometown who have not left.

And their hometown is in the direction that is engulfed by black clouds.

Another person said, "Didn't the immortal masters leave some formations behind? Just like the one just now, how powerful!"

"Yeah!"

"Aren't we all okay? They must be okay too."

It seems that I have found some reason to convince myself. With your words and my words, the originally stagnant air began to flow again.

The mortals with pale faces and frightened eyes seemed to have found comfort.

At this moment, they selectively forgot the fear they felt when the Yunzhou formation almost broke, and they also ignored the immortal masters who in their eyes should be omnipotent but still died in a fierce battle.

Hidden deep in their eyes is a glimmer of hope that they don't want to erase.

"Hope is the most beautiful but also the cruelest existence in the world." This is the collision of sensibility and rationality within the scope of philosophy. But overall, hope is good.

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