Holy Emperor Jiuxiao

In their view, no matter how powerful Yun Chen is, he cannot be the true master of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, and in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he is no more than that powerful.

All of a sudden, countless monks in Central Continent formed the Alliance of Prosperity and Demons, and when they encountered demons, they would kill them to prevent the demons from becoming powerful.

Not to mention Central Continent, even monks from Pingzhou and Mingzhou were secretly involved.

Time passed day by day, the catastrophe of the demon did not come, and there was no movement at all, but all the monks could feel the feeling of oppression.

The demonic energy of the Tianming Mountain Range was overwhelming, and the monks in Tianmu Mingcheng, which was the closest to the Tianming Mountain Range, felt panic. Although there were countless senior monks, there were several monks who had turned four in the later stage, but the other Nascent Soul stage monks were all scared. run their own way.

Most of the monks in the entire city have been transferred, leaving only five late-stage four-rank monks, three-stage monks seven, two-stage sixteen, one-stage monks forty, and ordinary late-stage one hundred.

The big city with millions of monks has become empty, and it doesn't look like a human city at all.

"Zhang Tian, ​​there is more and more movement in the Tianming Mountains. Is it right or wrong for us to stay?"

Mu Xinyao looked at the old guy on the opposite side. The two had known each other for nearly 2000 years. From the Qi refining period to the later four revolutions, they were rarely separated and kept guarding Tianmu Mingcheng.

"Even if we leave, the deadline will come soon. Besides, those guys in Central Continent have already promised that as long as we resist the danger of the Tianming Mountain Range, we can guarantee that the family in Tianmu Mingcheng will not be subverted."

Zhang Tian sighed, even the super families in Central Continent felt threatened, so there was no hope for him in Tianmu Mingcheng.

I can only sigh in my heart, living a few more years is of no use to the old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

"That young man entered the Tianming Mountains 20 years ago, and today, 20 years later, there has been a catastrophe by the demons. He can still live for the evils committed by the heavens, but he cannot live for the evils committed by humans."

Zheng Feng shook his head, staring at the Tianming Mountain Range, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"Brother Zheng, what did you find?"

Seeing Zheng Feng's drastic change in expression, several late super monks asked in surprise.

It is a full [-] miles away from Tianming Mountain Range, and even a fourth-rank monk in the later stage will not be able to discover the situation in Tianming Mountain Range.

But this Zheng Feng's cultivation method is different, and he can find out a little about the situation in the Tianming Mountain Range.

"It's still here."

Zheng Feng's face was solemn, and he said lightly, although he didn't say it, other monks knew about it.

Yun Chen opened his eyes, ten days passed, a wry smile appeared on his face, and the wry smile was fleeting.

"We should leave."

Yun Chen looked at Xiao Lan beside him, in just a few days, Xiao Lan had already reached the eighth level of strength, as long as she became a dragon, she would reach the ninth level of power.

After finishing speaking, the eight ghost beasts looked at each other with bloodlust in their eyes.

Ba Dao's figure quickly crossed the Tianming Mountain Range. Wherever it passed, all the monsters and beasts crawled and trembled, not daring to move at all.

Xiaolan stood on Yunchen's shoulder and quickly followed, only to see a magical energy with a radius of one foot covering Yunchen.

"Those who are obedient will prosper, those who are contrary will perish!"

The distance of three thousand miles arrived in the blink of an eye, Yun Chen said coldly, his voice was ice-cold, and within a radius of a hundred miles, this voice could be clearly heard.

"It's really you."

Looking at Yun Chen's appearance, Zhang Tian was extremely horrified. Twenty years ago, this young man carried a terrifying aura of grandeur. Although he was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he felt unfathomable.

But now, in just 20 years, he has become a demon, and his strength has reached the mid-term peak of Dzogchen.

"Fellow Daoist, come back and be right."

Zheng Feng glanced at Yunchen with a sigh. Twenty years ago, the young man brought a peerless woman with him. Now, the woman is gone, but he has become a demon.

He naturally understands what happened in the Qingfeng Mountains 20 years ago. In this cultivation world, there is no way to tell who is right and who is wrong.

"It's the right time to turn back? What does it have to do with you if I become a god or a demon? Give you three breaths to leave, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Yun Chen said coldly, the devil energy surged all over his body, his heart was extremely restless, and he had reached the limit of endurance.

"Kill without mercy!"

After three breaths of time, all the late-stage monks on the city wall had no intention of leaving, and the expressions on their faces were extremely solemn and terrifying.

"Roar."

With a flash, the eight ghost beasts quickly turned into eight huge ghost beasts. Each ghost beast was fifty feet in size, and its whole body was filled with dark energy.

The space between the heaven and the earth suddenly turned into a place of darkness, and the entire Tianmu City was plunged into the atmosphere of darkness.

"Bing'er, I will reduce the entire Central Continent to hell."

Yunchen looked at the other side coldly, and looked at the Tianming Mountain Range. Although he became a demon and his mind changed drastically, he could still control his own people.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

"..."

There was an earth-shattering explosion, and hundreds of late-stage monks in Tianmu Hades City besieged eight eighth-level peak ghost beasts. After turning into ghost beasts, their strength was already comparable to that of the late stage four-rank part.

"Ah, ah, ah."

"Ah, ah, ah."

There were bursts of screams, and the monks who were ranked one or two in the late stage could not resist the attack of the ghost beasts at all. Five monks who were ranked four in the late stage blocked five ghost beasts, and the other monks entangled three ghost beasts.

Except for rank four monks, no one can resist the peak eighth-level ghost beasts, no matter how many there are.

"Kill them all, ten breaths of effort."

Yun Chen saw that the eight eighth-level peak ghost beasts were unable to kill these monks for a while, his eyes were filled with madness, and he turned his head and said to Xiao Lan who was on his shoulder.

"Roar."

With a howl, the dark energy between the heaven and the earth trembled, and a shocking demonic energy burst out.

Xiaolan's body shot towards the city of the underworld, and turned into a hundred-foot-sized magic dragon midway. The whole body of the magic dragon was as black as iron, giving people a kind of coercion that could destroy the world.

"Dragon, it's a dragon!"

In the later period, all the monks saw the appearance of the magic dragon, and they were immediately terrified. The eight eighth-level peak ghost beasts had already terrified them. Now that there is a ninth-level magic dragon, they have no ability to resist at all.

"Ah, ah, ah."

Where the magic dragon passed by, the sky-shattering magic energy ruthlessly eroded the space, and even late-stage monks couldn't resist it.

"Roar."

The huge dragon rolled around in the air, and suddenly countless demonic energy shot towards the late-stage monks, and a black dragon's breath was spit out, and more than ten and the late-stage monks were reduced to ashes in a blink of an eye.

The magic dragon with the size of a hundred feet has already surpassed the scope of fighting skills between monks. It is not something that monks and monks under the second turn can resist.

Seeing this, the three ghost beasts were terrified. The difference between the peak of the eighth level and the ninth level is thousands of miles away.

"Roar."

"Roar."

"Om."

"tom"

"..."

After the calls of all kinds of ghost beasts, they did not dare to show weakness and issued their own killing blows.

"Boom."

No matter how powerful the eighth-level peak ghost beast is, it can only be tied with the monks of the fourth rank in the later stage, let alone the five late-stage monks who have the mentality of death.

The dragon's huge tail swung, and every time it went down, one of the late-stage rank-[-] monks would be lost. The power of destruction was filled with demonic energy, and even the mighty late-stage rank-[-] monks would be annihilated.

"My lord, the cultivators of Tianmu Mingcheng are completely destroyed!"

The magic dragon returned to Yunchen, looking at the sky city in the distance, with a look of madness in his eyes.

"Walk."

Yun Chen said in a cold voice, the cultivators who have turned four in the late stage are not his goal, but his goal is the great city of Xiaotian in Central Continent, the Lan family, which must be destroyed.

"Roar."

"Roar."

The eight ghost beasts kept roaring in front, roaring wildly, and shot directly in the direction of Xiaotian Dacheng. Wherever they passed, as long as there was anyone who resisted, they would all be killed.

All the monks and dragons who were killed collected the storage bags and treasures.

The fall of Tianmu Mingcheng shook the entire Central Continent, and the feared catastrophe of the Heavenly Demon came, and five late-stage Rank [-] monks were all killed in an instant.

"Kill, kill, kill all!"

Along the way, Yunchen's face was full of madness, his eyes were fiery red, and the lotus flower between his brows continuously absorbed the souls of the killed monks, and the souls turned into demonic energy.

"I don't want to become a demon, you asked for it yourself."

Seeing countless low-ranking monks turn into ashes in a blink of an eye, a trace of helplessness flashed in Yunchen's eyes.

The monks in the world were shocked, but the only thing that can make people feel comforted is that as long as they don't resist Yunchen, Yunchen will not kill them.

In half a month, from the first Tianmu Mingcheng to Xiaotian Dacheng, all seventeen cities fell, and as many as one million monks were lost, although most of them were low-level monks.

However, tens of thousands were lost in the Jindan period, and tens of thousands of monks were lost in the Nascent Soul period. The loss of monks in the later stage alone was no less than [-]. Even if Zhongzhou survived, its power would be greatly reduced.

Thousands of miles away from Yunchen, the two girls looked at Yunchen with concern, looked at the monks who had been killed, and those cities that had been turned into ruins, and there was no mercy on their faces.

"Brother Yunchen, I hope Xiaotian City will be your last goal."

Mu Ling'er said softly, during this period of time, he has been paying attention to Yunchen's movements. Although Yunchen has become a demon, he can still distinguish good from bad in his heart.

Even if Sister Lan is in his hands, he doesn't care about it and only cares about cultivation.

"Sister Ling'er, do you think big brother will get better?"

Mingyue's eyes were reddish, and she felt very uncomfortable. It was hard for them to be together. In just 20 years, such a thing happened, even if she was herself, she couldn't bear such a blow.

But I was very surprised in my heart, why did the big brother have such a pure magic energy.

"As long as Brother Yunchen kills the enemies in Xiaotian City, he will return to us, and then we will find a way to rescue Sister Lan."

Mu Linger said comfortingly, with a look of anticipation on her face.

"I have a way to return Sister Lan's soul to her place, but the current strength of big brother is simply not up to that level."

Mingyue thought for a long time, then whispered to Mu Linger, she was worried that Yunchen would hear her words.