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"The Great Power of Destruction! What is that?"

Most of the people present were casual cultivators and had never heard of this name.

Only a few people vaguely realized something, swallowed their saliva dryly, and their faces turned pale.

Liuyun Zhenjun looked absent-minded, but still explained, "That is an existence above the demon god, each of which represents the great terror in Changshengtian. And now they have extended their claws into the world, and they are not far from us... This is definitely not a good omen."

"Ah!"

At this point, Liuyun Zhenjun sighed again and couldn't help shaking his head.

"In other words, our previous speculations were all wrong." Another casual cultivator slowly reacted at this time, "The Great Power of Destruction came here first, and then for some unknown reason, the Northern Frontier Demon Dragon also appeared here, and a war broke out between the two.

Zezong is also an old immortal sect. I have also seen its leader Du Daoren. As a result, it was just the aftermath of the war and fell into its current state."

"Hiss..." After his restoration.

The people around finally had some basic concepts about the name of the Mighty Power of Destruction.

"It should be so, more or less." True Lord Liuyun nodded.

Someone nearby seemed to know some inside information and couldn't help asking, "Why did the Mighty Power of Destruction suddenly appear in Changyue, where there is no Mythology Battlefield."

"How can I know this?" True Lord Liuyun shook his head first, and then speculated, "Maybe it has something to do with some recent changes in Zhongzhou."

What happened in Zhongzhou recently?

Everyone thought about it for a while, and soon a vague impression was filled in their minds.

Isn't it that the injury of Emperor Wu Ji Weihuang worsened, and many strange phenomena came from the Mythology Battlefield?

The more they thought about it, the more uneasy they felt. The cold wind mixed with the smell of gunpowder blew from the distant wasteland. The sky was gloomy, and the surrounding atmosphere became unusually dull.

Most of these casual cultivators focused on their own practice, thinking about how to improve their own realm of cultivation, and where to dig some resources tomorrow.

But now...

It seemed that the crisis far away suddenly appeared before their eyes.

A huge sense of panic and helplessness rose in their hearts and intensified.

"If the myth battlefield collapses one day, the world will be in chaos, what should we do?" Someone muttered to himself with a dull look.

No one answered.

Even Liuyun Zhenjun, who had a good personality, left with his disciples at this time.

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In a tavern in a town in Bei'ezhou, one of the seven states of Jiang'e.

There were people coming and going on the road outside, and there were many guests inside. Most of them were people from the rivers and lakes, traveling back and forth for business. At this time, they gathered together, chatting, drinking and having fun, which seemed very lively.

There was a woman inside, who was very eye-catching.

She had a curvy figure and bronze skin. She wore a bra and short skirt made of animal skin. Her hair was tied into dreadlocks with animal teeth and gravel as decoration.

She looked very wild, a female warrior as agile as a female leopard.

There was a heavy one-handed axe next to her. She was outgoing and was toasting with several other groups of people.

They easily pushed the atmosphere to a climax, exchanging information with each other, and slowly returned to their seats and sat down again after a long time.

At the slightly dirty table.

There were also two young people, a man and a woman, sitting there, who were her younger brothers and sisters.

The three were named Li Mingyi, Li Mingyuan and Li Mingsu.

The younger brother Li Mingyuan had fair skin and looked very young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old. At this time, she looked around and asked with some doubts, "Sister, why did we leave our hometown and come here from thousands of miles away."

Sister Li Mingyi laughed and said, "Isn't it for better development in the future?"

"Development?" Li Mingyuan was a little puzzled, as if he didn't expect that his sister, who was always carefree, could have such an idea.

Li Mingyi glanced around, lowered his voice, and then spoke, "I heard that something happened in Caobuzhou. A high and mighty immortal sect turned into ruins overnight. It is said that it is related to the destruction of the great power. In such a world change, even the immortal sect was destroyed without knowing why. We, who are not even ants, are just a speck of dust under the storm."

"The seven states of Jiang and E used to be a wild land of martial arts, but it is different now.

There is a magic dragon here to protect us. It is said that even those above the demon gods have to retreat. In addition, there are a lot of resources produced in the myth battlefield. Even if we can get some soup here, we will not lack opportunities for development in the future."

At this point, Li Mingyi's face suddenly showed a proud look, "Opportunities will not fall on your head for no reason. You must fight for it. Sometimes one step faster is faster. If you accumulate slowly like this, the final result will be a world of difference."

"..." The younger brother Li Mingyuan nodded and thought seriously.

And the other sister Li Mingsu stood up with a smile on her face to add wine for the two.

Not long after, the meal was over, and Li Mingyi also got the information he wanted from the others.

The three of them left the tavern and continued along the path.

The sky gradually dimmed.

A big mountain appeared at the end of the road, and the sound of wind whistled from it.

Li Mingyi looked up and said, "It's getting late now. Let's find an inn nearby and continue our journey tomorrow morning."

Li Mingsu and Li Mingyuan's cultivation is much worse than that of their sister, and they have been walking for a whole day.

They are tired and sleepy.

They are naturally happy to hear this proposal.

The three of them searched outside and soon found an inn at the foot of the mountain not far away.

The inn is obviously a few years old. The wood outside is black and the walls are mottled. A faded wine flag is fluttering in the wind, and the three vague characters "Xishanju" can be vaguely seen on it.

At this time, the sun is setting, and the ground is bathed in a red light.

There is a smell of wind and sand in the air, and the sunlight that is about to fall will pull the shadow of the inn far away.

It has always enveloped the three siblings.

"Finally found a place to rest." A touch of joy flashed across the face of the younger brother Li Mingyuan, and he was about to walk quickly into the inn.

But as soon as he took a step forward, a rough and powerful hand was placed on his shoulder.

Li Mingyuan stopped immediately.

He looked up and saw that it was his sister.

"Why is this?" Li Mingyuan's face was full of confusion.

Li Mingyi's pupils trembled slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back, "Something is wrong, we have to leave here quickly."

She lowered her eyes and lowered her voice, "This inn is full of the smell of blood. I'm afraid something weird is happening."

"Hiss..."

Li Mingyuan and Li Mingsu heard this.

Their muscles tightened and their faces turned pale.

Bang!

At this moment.

The wind blowing from the mountains became fierce, and it actually pushed open the half-closed door of the inn.

As the door opened, the scene inside was exposed to the three people's sight. There was blood everywhere on the ground, and various bright red internal organs were placed on the dining table in the hall.

The deeper scenes were not clear because of the dim vision. But it was more imaginative, giving people the feeling of coming to hell.

Although the eldest sister Li Mingyi had some experience in the martial arts world, she had never seen such a bloody scene. Not to mention the two younger brothers and sisters, they were not scared to the ground at this time, which was a good performance.

What was even more terrifying was that as the door opened, a burly figure covered in blood gradually walked out of the darkness. His skin was dark red, and he had four arms holding various knives, one of which was still hanging with human skin that had just been peeled off.

The tragedy that happened in the inn seemed to be the "masterpiece" of this man!

No!

This guy is not even a human.

Li Mingyi thought of the scene he saw on the photo stone, and reacted like an electric shock, "Demon!?"

"I didn't expect that in such a small place, there would be someone who could recognize us. Interesting." The four-armed demon smiled and slowly walked forward, "Yes, although the three of you are a little bit worse in cultivation, you are excellent ritual materials. It seems that my next move will be very smooth."

"Run!" Li Mingyi stretched out his hand and pushed his two younger brothers and sisters away.

His expression became serious, he held the heavy hand axe, and took a fighting and parrying posture.

The demon descendant was not concerned at all, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly, "Remember who killed you, I am Arturo the Skinner from the Tianxing tribe!"

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Demon Suppression Tower.

Bang!

A dull sound came from the heart.

As if something exploded, Su Heng's extremely burly body also trembled violently.

His bronze skin was originally covered with a layer of greasy sweat beads, which were all shattered at this time, splashing outwards, forming a gray mist.

Then his body temperature rose rapidly, and it seemed that the blood flowing in his thick blood vessels was no longer blood, but hot and sticky magma. Even through the thick skin, you can clearly see beams of dazzling golden red light extending outward, spreading into a net, and finally gradually interweaving with each other, forming a huge circulation network flowing throughout the body.

Swish!

As the network was completed.

Su Heng's body temperature also increased to the extreme, and the sweat dissipated instantly before it fell.

Even the surrounding air began to distort, forming thick smoke, and the walls made of Yaoshi around him continued to melt and deform like candles.

Fortunately, Su Heng quickly woke up from his deep state of meditation and took back his dissipated power in time.

Otherwise, if it continued like this. The foundation of the entire Demon Suppression Tower was unstable and it might collapse directly.

He took several sharp breaths and then opened his eyes.

As two bright lights shot out.

The originally dark secret room was suddenly shrouded in a layer of brilliant golden light.