I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Of course, no one got any benefit in the end.

After both sides lost a lot of disciples, they didn't kill each other. Seeing that things were hopeless, the leader of the Demon Sect chose to retreat for fear of being targeted by the three sects.

The Demon Sect planned for more than two years and lost more than 10,000 true disciples, but in the end only sacrificed several dynasties, turning a corner of the northern border into a sea of ​​blood. Nothing else.

Not to mention killing the gods of the defense line, the basic foundation of the northern border defense line could not be shaken.

Instead, the sect took the opportunity to completely set the control array in the northern border and established a solid barrier defense line.

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After a long time, Wang Zijia read the entire information and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

He had noticed something wrong through various news before.

Fortunately, the sect leaders were not fools and also found the problem.

Overall, the sect still got a big advantage this time. At the cost of hundreds of millions of mortals, it bit the Demon Sect hard.

As for the dead mortals...

Wars are not without death. The true disciples of Wanyu Sect, who can live for hundreds of years and suppress several countries for five hundred years in the mortal world, have been falling one by one in three or five days. Mortals should be like this even more.

After all, this world is not people-oriented!

Wanyu did not use mortals as bait intentionally, which is worthy of the name of Xuanmen Zhengzong!

After reading the news, Wang Zijia's eyes stayed on several of the images.

The two seventh-grade immortal formations bombarded each other, and the devastating impact made Wang Zijia's scalp numb.

Even the gods, facing such an attack, are like ants, and even the big guys who have crossed the tribulation can't stand a few hits.

Finally, the sight was fixed on a bloody plain.

Looking around, there were no mountains or forests, only endless bloody swamps, and a faint blood mist filled the bloody swamp like the sea surface.

Looking at the video, Wang Zijia could smell a faint smell of blood, quietly telling the injustice in it.

"Have all the countries in the northwest become like this?" Wang Zijia whispered.

"Yes!" An Xingsheng looked at the blood-colored light curtain pointed out by Wang Zijia, and said carefully: "The seven countries on the northwest border all disappeared in this war and turned into a blood-colored swamp. Now it is completely uninhabitable."

"Fei Peng, Kun Ling, now it is the northern border again, what does this Bone Soul Temple want to do?" Wang Zijia frowned and whispered, as if asking, and as if talking to himself.

"I don't know about this disciple." An Xingsheng replied.

Wang Zijia was not asking him, so naturally he didn't expect him to give an answer.

The two were silent for a moment. Wang Zijia turned off the light screen on the ID card and said, "Apart from this matter, has anything major happened in the sect or the veins recently?"

"Everything is fine in the veins, because there are hundreds of shops opened by the God Lord family on Yufu Street. After a year of fermentation, our Yufu vein has become the core of the veins on the western edge, and has a tendency to become the core vein of the outer circle."

"It can be predicted that our next Immortal Ascension Conference will usher in a big explosion. In addition, vein master, you can try to apply for more support from the sect, so that we can become the center of the new district in the west..."

An Xingsheng took out his record book, flipped through it, and reported seriously:

"As for the sect, except for the birth of two more God Lords half a year ago, there is nothing special."

He, a secretary who could only hang around in the marginal area of ​​the Qifu vein and Fulou, has the potential to grow into the CEO of the new vein and the president of the Yufu vein.

Wang Zijia asked for a long time and got a general understanding of the situation before letting him leave.

After An Xingsheng left, Wang Zijia did not check and calculate the documents prepared by An Xingsheng in the room.

Instead, he stood up, left the White Peach Building, and flew towards the Seven Peaks.

As soon as he left, Xiang Feifei hurried back from the foot of the mountain.

"Where is my husband?" Xiang Feifei asked hurriedly when she ran into An Xingsheng.

An Xingsheng pointed at the Seven Peaks and said, "He went to the sect!"

Xiang Feifei was furious and said, "Why didn't you notify me earlier?"

"Sister, I notified you immediately after I reported! Who knew that the owner of the building turned around and left!"

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When Wang Zijia flew towards the Seven Peaks, he clearly noticed the changes in the outer gate in the past two years.

More than three or four years ago, when Wang Zijia first entered the Wanyu outer gate, there was some laziness and decay unique to comfort and prosperity in the prosperity of the Wanyu outer gate.

But now, the entire outer gate is in depression, with a kind of solemn prosperity. The mental outlook has improved a lot.

War... For the lower class, it was really a baptism!

This war ended the lives and dreams of countless people, but it also made countless disciples and opened up a series of legends.

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The inheritance peak, the area below the mountain, the center of the preaching lineage, the Tianwen Tower.

Wang Zijia landed from the landing area and found Zhang Xiumin with familiarity.

"Hello, senior sister!" Wang Zijia greeted.

After seeing Wang Zijia, Zhang Xiumin immediately stood up respectfully and said, "Junior brother Wang is polite, but do you want to see the ancestor?"

"Yes, is the owner here?" Wang Zijia asked.

"Just here, the ancestor just came back yesterday, if you came a day earlier, it would not be possible." Zhang Xiumin replied.

"Then please let senior sister pass on the message!" Wang Zijia said.

"Well. Wait a moment!"

After that, Zhang Xiumin hurried away.

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After a while, the eighth floor of the Tianwen Tower.

When Wang Zijia entered the room, he saw at a glance that the landlord, Zhang Decheng, was not busy in the room as usual, or even in the room.

But Zhang Xiumin told him that Zhang Decheng was in the room, and Wang Zijia looked up for a moment.

The room was open to another door on the opposite side, and through the window one could see someone outside.

Wang Zijia walked through the side door and came to the corridor around the tower outside.

You can see at a glance that Zhang Decheng is standing in the corner of the corridor, hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Wang Zijia followed his line of sight and looked out. The view here was excellent, and he could clearly see several huge peaks and mist-shrouded canyons.

Wang Zijia stepped forward and came to Zhang Decheng.

"I've met the owner!"

"It's your boy. You came to see me today, but something happened?" Zhang Decheng came back to his senses and glanced at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment and said: "My disciple heard about the battle in the north, so he rushed back to the sect. Does the poster know the situation in the north? I heard that our sect won?"

"There is no such thing as winning or losing. Hundreds of millions of people have turned into a bloody swamp. Do you think this is a win?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Decheng tilted his head in confusion, looked at the scene outside, remained silent for a while, and then said:

"What's even more annoying is that there is no way to get back the place. We can't go to the human and animal farm of the Demon Sect and kill people randomly."

Hearing this, Wang Zijia also fell silent.

The two of them looked at the mist-shrouded valley outside and the seven peaks connecting the sky and the earth, and were speechless for a while.

"At least... we tried our best! That's all we need to do without any regrets." Wang Zijia said after a long while.

Zhang Decheng turned around and looked at Wang Zijia after hearing this, and scolded with a smile: "You brat, do I still want you to comfort me?!"

Seeing this, Wang Zijia stopped saying anything. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Master, can I ask a question?"

"Say it!" Zhang Decheng looked outside and said calmly without looking back.

"Feipeng, Kunling, and now Beijing, it's just the first time. It happened suddenly and easily. But this is the third time that the Demon Sect has done this."

"Even though we have paid attention to it and all parties have taken precautions, the other party still has not changed their tactics. If they still do this under this level of difficulty, what are they planning?"

Zhang Decheng did not reply immediately, and was silent for a while. He seemed to be recalling, or perhaps speaking, and then said after a moment:

"Have you ever heard of Qi Chounu, the previous master of Bone Soul Temple?"

Wang Zijia nodded, thinking about some of the information he had seen before and said: "Eat your brother, humiliate your sister-in-law, kill your father, and stain the entire clan with blood to achieve enlightenment; destroy the city, condemn the sect, and perform countless blood sacrifices to advance through the tribulation."

Hearing this, Zhang Decheng turned back to look at Wang Zijia and said, "Did you know that he had already tried to overcome the calamity and become an immortal more than a thousand years ago?"

Wang Zijia was stunned and said, "Didn't it work?"

Zhang Decheng nodded, shook his head, and said: "The sect thought it was a failure, but the last time the headmaster raided the Bone Soul Temple, he felt the aura of Zhuoxian."

When Wang Zijia heard this, his pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically.

"You don't need to worry too much. If you really become a Zhuoxian, that guy can't be so stubborn. Something has obviously happened. As for the question you asked before..."

Zhang Decheng paused for a moment before saying: "The Demon Sect's method of elixir and blood sacrifice is very popular, and among them, the method passed down from the core of the Blood Demon Sect is the most popular."

"Thousands of years ago, when the Immortal Lord passed away, he used a world-shattering method to cut off his inheritance and eliminate the core lineage of the blood demon sect leader: the blood demon inheritance."

“I don’t know why, but this guy accidentally got one, and that’s how he achieved what he has today.”

Wang Zijia's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he immediately said: "The poster is saying that he is going to make a blood sacrifice to our sect to become an immortal just as he did before?"

"Who knows, anyway, according to records, every time he improved his cultivation before, he committed heinous crimes. It's just that he didn't leave a bloody swamp like this time." Zhang Decheng replied.

Wang Zijia did not ask any more questions, because Zhang Decheng obviously only knew so much.

Even the sect only has a little guess about what he did.

"By the way, how's your boy's mission going? It's been almost two years since he left home, and everything else is going on in full swing. Fortunately for you, there hasn't been any movement at all." Zhang Decheng changed the subject.

Wang Zijia paused, feeling the extra twenty or so special demon-growing objects in his mind, and said, "Almost!"

Seeing Wang Zijia's unwillingness to say more, Zhang Decheng did not continue to ask further questions. He just warned: "If you have any means, it's best to do it quickly."

Wang Zijia was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why?"

"Zhuoxian can break the current situation, let alone the Demonic Zhuoxian. No matter how stupid Daqian and Feixian are, they still know the seriousness of the matter." Zhang Decheng said.