Life Hunter

Many demon cultivators felt uncomfortable all over for no reason, and they didn't know why. They were either afraid or uncomfortable.

"He really dares to come..." Zhang Qianhang sighed softly.

"Presumably, the elders and the Supreme Elder are already ready."

"certainly."

Everyone was silent. In front of Li Qingxian, the top managers of various sects were not even qualified to make preparations?

Those who didn't know thought it was Zhao Yishan who came.

But even if Zhao Yishan came, it would not be like this.

When Zhao Yishan comes, everyone will at least boost their morale and be fully prepared.

But what does Li Qingxian want to do when he comes?

The chief stewards looked at each other and were unsure for a moment.

"Let's... do what we need to do. Leave Li Qingxian's affairs to the elders."

"Yes, he is the Lord of the River."

The demon cultivators finally realized Li Qingxian's status today.

There are only a few co-lords respected in the world.

The Lord of Qi, the Lord of Dongding, the Lord of the Monster Clan, the former General Wang can only be counted as half.

Now, Li Qingxian is the Lord of the River.

The low-level demon cultivators were a little confused. They knew that Li Qingxian was very strong, but they didn't quite understand why Li Qingxian was so strong in the eyes of the big managers.

"There is also news that after the opening ceremony, King Xian will cross the river."

Even as a demon cultivator, his heart tightened when he heard the word "crossing the river".

The three voices of the general Wang crossing the river before his death spread throughout the world and were heartbreaking.

At that moment, everyone felt that the decades of grievance and anger of the human race were like exploding talisman cylinders, causing everyone to be covered in bruises.

So in the following days, few people said the word "crossing the river".

Say it once, feel uncomfortable once.

"This world belongs to the Holy One after all. However, the Holy One has the final say." Zhang Qianhang said coldly.

"No matter what he does, after the Demon Alliance is established, everything will be different."

"As long as the emperor is here, as long as the elders and the Supreme Elders are here, no one can change the sky!"

"Whether it is Li Qingxian or Zhao Yishan, they must worship Jinluan! I, the demon cultivator, am the most loyal dog in front of Jinluan Palace!"

All the demon cultivators slowly straightened their bodies.

"Continue to prepare." Zhang Qianhang waved his hands, lowered his head slightly, and walked away.

On the Tianjiang Bridge, hundreds of thousands of people were crossing the river since midnight, and they still hadn't finished their journey in the early morning.

Literary cultivators and other monks from all over the country were in high spirits.

The literary cultivators shouted the poems that the masters accidentally picked up, while other monks shouted various slogans.

“We can’t cross the big river, so why can’t we cross the Tianjiang River?”

"His Royal Highness, Prince Xian, first cross the Tianjiang River and then cross the Great River. How can we fall behind?"

"Fuck...really?" Some rough guys couldn't help but swear.

"Really, it just spread this morning. His Highness King Xian personally admitted in the Tianxiao Sect that after the opening ceremony of the Demon Alliance, King Xian's army crossed the river."

"Fellow righteous men, how about we first fight for King Xian and cross the Tianjiang River, and then follow King Xian across the river?"

"Crossing the Tianjiang River, crossing the big river, this is what a man should do!"

"Cross the Tianjiang River, cross the big river!"

"Cross the Tianjiang River, cross the big river!"

The slogan of unity spread like lightning among the teams heading to the Demon Alliance.

The agreement to unify started from the south of the Yangtze River and spread to the north.

Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons, the people who set out yesterday arrived at Shilipu outside the city.

The entire road was blocked by a black wall of fog.

On the door of the fog wall, there are three words floating in the air, the gate of hell is closed.

The literary cultivators sneered, took out their scriptures and chanted loudly.

"In the whole world, is it the land of the king; on the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers..."

"The child is silent, strange, powerful, chaotic, divine..."

"Those who have attained the truth will receive much help, but those who have lost the path will receive little help..."

"To protect the people and become a king, nothing can be controlled..."

Under the blessing of the awe-inspiring righteousness, the sacred scriptures became majestic and majestic, turning into bursts of awe-inspiring righteousness winds, slowly spreading out.

The surface of all Wenxiu's bodies glowed with a faint white light, and all the scriptures were windless and holy.

It seems that there is light coming from the sky, like ink falling on the paper, slowly dyeing along the crowd and the earth.

The world seems to be divided into two, one side is black and the other side is white.

The dark mist shook gently.

The demon cultivators frowned and used their skills to resist. Some demon cultivators with low cultivation had to leave one after another and retreat behind the wall of magic mist.

A high-grade demon cultivator snorted coldly and said: "This place is my demon sect's feudal state, and it is also the land of the king. We demon cultivators are also the ministers of the king. However, the opening ceremony of the demon alliance is of great importance, and you and others who are coming There are too many to receive them all, so selection is naturally necessary. This magic wall is the place for screening. As long as you have enough skill, you can step into it. This is the case for everyone. Even if you are a super-class person, you still need to pass through this gate. .”

"What do you mean by calling this gate Guimenguan? Do you mean that you demon cultivators are all dead?"

"I have actually been to the underworld, and the gates of hell in the underworld are not as good as those in the underworld that you demons have cultivated."

"When you set up a gate of hell in the human world, you demon cultivators are cursing something? Tsk tsk..."

The literary cultivators retorted in all directions, saying that the demon cultivators were no match for them. They couldn't say a word and could only stare angrily.

"No matter what you say, if you want to participate in the opening ceremony, you must pass through this door!" The high-grade demonic cultivator shouted loudly, and saw the black mist and demonic energy rising into the sky, flying straight into the void, as if dividing the world into two.

The literary cultivators criticized him one after another, but the demonic cultivators remained unmoved.

It was daybreak, and the slogan "Cross the Tianjiang, cross the big river" came from the rear.

Everyone had no choice but to step forward one after another towards the gate of hell.

The first person was a fourth-grade literary cultivator. As he approached the door, the demonic mist surged in and he suddenly retreated before he could touch him.

The old man snorted softly, walked forward with his head held high, passed the gate of hell, and continued to move forward.

When everyone saw that there was no problem, they moved forward one after another.

A seventh-grade literary cultivator stepped forward, and the black mist hit him. Wenxiu was not afraid. The black mist collided with the person. The black mist was like an invisible master, pushing the literary cultivator to stumble back.

Wen Xiu was not convinced and moved forward again, but was pushed away by the black mist again.

More and more people are going, but most of the inferior products are blocked, and only a few inferior products pass.

"The demon cultivator has gone too far!"

"There aren't many high-grade and middle-grade humans in the first place, but 99% of these hundreds of thousands of people are low-grade. This is humiliating us!"

"Let's sing the scriptures of the saints together and fight against the evil cultivators!"

"Yes! If you can break in, break in. If you can't break in, sing the scriptures of all the saints and promote great righteousness. If you don't believe that you can't break through this magic wall!"

"A mere demon cultivator, trying to imitate my culture and modify the Qi Great Wall, and imitate others!"

"Cross the Tianjiang River and tear down the magic wall!"

"Cross the Tianjiang River and tear down the magic wall!"

Everyone originally wanted to attack the Demon Transformation Mountain, but in the end they couldn't even reach the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and they became even more angry.

More and more scholars are taking out the saints' scriptures and reading them aloud.

As more and more people read the saint's scriptures, dense and dense righteousness is generated outside the magic wall. Looking from a distance, it is as white as thin smoke, and there are more and more of them, filling the Tianjiang River.