"Oh? You asked me to leave, aren't you going to keep me? Why did you change your mind again?"

Feng Xing was surprised by the words of the Golden-winged King.

Everyone on the demon clan was also shocked and confused, and turned their eyes to the dark sun.

"I have decided to let him leave. The king of elephant, snake, and command all the demons to return to the mountain."

After saying that, King Dapeng stopped talking.

As one of the Five Emperors, the Golden-winged Roc King is the leader of the twelve demon kings of the demon clan, and all the 100,000 demon clans are under his command. Although the demon kings did not understand the decision made by Anri, they still ordered the demons on the battlefield to withdraw.

As the demon army retreated from the battlefield like a tide, the demons in the sky also flew back to the 100,000 mountains.

Feng Xing was also confused when he saw that the demon clan really retreated. However, since Anri and others stopped withdrawing their troops, he flew back to the Demon-Shencheng City.

Zhuo Yuming stood at the top of the city and quietly looked at the demon Shifutu who was penetrated by the clouds in the distance, with a serious expression.

Although there is no detailed record of the Demon Shifutu in the ancient books of later generations, he knew that the Demon Shifutu, which was refined as a demon emperor's companion, had the power of the ordinary forbidden treasure. When he stepped on the battlefield and saw the Demon Shifutu for the first time, he felt that the Huangji Jingshi Shu on his body trembled slightly.

The Sword Saint was seriously injured. The demon clan clearly held the initiative, but suddenly withdrew his troops to fight. It must be unrelated to the demon Shifutu.

Unfortunately, my cultivation is still not enough. If I could activate Huangji Jingshishu and use the power of the Human Emperor's natal magic weapon, I might be able to suppress the demon Shifutu.

Just as Zhuo Yuming fell from the sky above the city, he happened to meet the Guizang Realm sword cultivator who helped him kill the eagle demon on the battlefield.

"Who is this fellow Taoist? I have previously observed that the fellow Taoist's Qi soldiers and thunder magic powers are extremely domineering, but I have never heard of them before."

Jian Xiu also recognized Zhuo Yuming as the person who used the blue air sword on the battlefield at a glance, and then smiled and spoke.

"I am Zhuo Yuming, Fuyaozhou. Thank you for your help today. Otherwise, the eagle demon would be strong and would have to deal with it more."

Zhuo Yuming bowed with his fists and replied with a smile.

The sword cultivator also returned a greeting and showed his identity to Zhuo Yuming: "Fu Jia, a Confucian scholar in Huanghe Academy, seems to be the Demon-Shenzhen City that he has only arrived in the past two days. He has never met with the Daoming before."

Zhuo Yuming was surprised when he heard that the sword cultivator of Guizang Realm, who was extremely sharp and powerful, was actually a scholar at Huanghe Academy in Zhongshenzhou. Confucian disciples have always had a little bit of awesome energy in their hearts, and they are authentic qi cultivation men. Unexpectedly, Fu Jia, who claims to be a Confucian scholar, was one of the few sword cultivators among the three religions.

"Mr. Fu turned out to be a great scholar from Huanghe Academy, so he was disrespectful."

Fu Jia smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I am a great scholar. I am just an ordinary scholar who is seeking knowledge of sages in the academy. Fellow Taoist Zhuo must not be polite. Just as he was about to go up to pay homage to Master Meng, he would not chat with fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist please do."

Zhuo Yuming and Fu Jia bowed and said goodbye to each other.

Seeing this Confucian scholar in sword cultivation, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help but think of Dong Qishan, a scholar who had met in the mountains and fields of Dongshengzhou, who was determined to give peace and peace to the people. I don't know if the dull scholar is now studying at Bailu Academy. If you can meet someone from Bailu Academy who came with Master Meng, you might as well ask.

Zhuo Yuming still remembers the scholar's words under the clear moon in the mountains that day. It was the first time he saw such a firm and bright brilliance in the eyes of an ordinary person.

In the conference hall above the city tower, the Sword Saint was sitting cross-legged.

Widths of sword energy are repairing the blood hole in the chest, gradually dispersing the remaining Buddhist magic power.

Feng Xing stood in front of the Sword Saint, frowned and said, "I didn't expect that the thing you were most worried about finally happened, and he was so seriously injured. This ghost Tathagata is really hard to guess. He seriously injured you, but he refused to join forces with the demon clan to deal with me."

The Sword Saint opened his eyes and murderous aura soared into the sky.

"The Ghost Tathagata was born as a human race, but turned against each other. If it weren't for him today, maybe we could end the battle between these two races. I, Ling Ruoxu, must have killed him under the sword when I was alive."

"Senior Sword Saint, you are seriously injured, so you should cultivate yourself first. Let's leave the war to us for the time being."

Master Meng, who was standing beside him, comforted him when he saw this.

"This time the demon clan chose to withdraw his troops for no reason. I guess the demonic world has reached a critical moment. When the war begins again next time, we are afraid that we will face the true full combat power of the demon clan."

Yun Zhongzi looked at Feng Xing and expressed his guess.

Feng Xing just nodded. When the Anri ordered the withdrawal of troops, he had already thought of this reason. However, now that he lacked the peak combat power of the Sword Saint, even though he knew that the demon clan had other plans, he was helpless.

"There is no choice but to temporarily rely on the city-shaking formation of the Demon-Slaying City to resist and wait for the Sword Saint to recuperate his injuries."

For a moment, everyone in the hall looked worried and looked solemn.

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At the top of the highest mountain in the 100,000 mountains, eleven demons and three earthly demons sit around here.

"King Peng, why did you let Feng Xing go before?"

As soon as everyone sat down, Lion King Jin Kui couldn't wait to ask.

The demons also looked at the dark sun, waiting for him to explain the question that troubled everyone's hearts.

The Golden-winged Roc King looked around and said slowly: "Feng Xing is the first person who has surpassed the ninth rank of human warriors in ancient times. You have also experienced his Lion King. To tell the truth, if you forcefully surround and kill the Ghost Tathagata today, if you and I don't take action, the Lion King, you and I will probably be killed and injured."

"So what if I exchange Feng Xing for life? Feng Xing is dead, Ling Ruoxue is seriously injured and it is difficult to fight again. Who else in the human race can stop you?"

The Lion King had already made plans to die with Feng Xing, but was stopped by King Dapeng. At this time, he was also questioning the No. 1 Demon King indignation.

At this moment, a figure fell down, walked to Anri, and nodded at him.

The person who came was the bloodline of the Tongtian Divine Monkey, the descendant of the Demon Queen, Chengdao.

An Ri suddenly laughed out loud, showing her bold and unrestrained aura.

"The Demon Shifutu will be ready to accumulate momentum in three days. At that time, the sword saint will not be able to draw a sword. We will use the Demon Shifutu to suppress Feng Xing, and the Yun Zhongzi is under the supervision of the Lion King. Isn't the lives of tens of thousands of cultivators in the human race taken by me? My demon clan has only two realms of heaven and humanity for thousands of years. Lion King, as the demon king with the longest generation, why should I exchange my life with Feng Xing?"

After King Dapeng laughed, he finally revealed the reason.

When everyone heard that the Yao Shifutu was finally about to appear on the battlefield, they were overjoyed and praised Chengdao, who looked like a young man, and said no stingy to praise him.

"Everyone, I will be able to regain my energy in these three days. In three days, it will be the time when our clan steps out of this thousand miles of land and enters the country."

The Golden-winged Roc King waved his hand and pointed straight to the north.

The Demon Emperor has a spirit. Our clan is imprisoned in this wilderness in the southern Chizhou for ten thousand years. He is finally about to cross these 100,000 mountains and set foot in China.

"God bless my clan!"
Chapter completed!