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How many people really want to fight this decisive battle?

Or in other words, do you know me? "

The great master of the Demon Sect pointed to his face and said:

"Look at this face, can you know who I am?"

Zhou Xilian shook her head silently, with a complicated expression, as if she suddenly understood something.

"You don't know me, I don't know you, I don't even know which country you are from, what sect you are from, and what martial arts you learn.

But just because of the difference between good and evil, how ridiculous is it to fight life and death? !

But it was such a ridiculous reason that made us, the great masters admired by thousands of people in the eyes of outsiders, enter Tianzhu Mountain one after another, fighting to the death. "

The great master of the Demon Sect pointed to the sky and the earth, and said in a faint voice:

"Don't you think it's like a big cage?"

"Those warriors from the imperial court of the Three Kingdoms are the guards outside the cage. We are like wild beasts, trying our best and bleeding, just to please one or a group of high-ranking people, or gods?"

"I don't want to fight anymore, and I don't want to fight anymore."

"I used to think that the grand ambitions of supremacy, now it seems that it is actually just a joke."

"If you don't go to the myth, how can you talk about freedom!"

The great master of the demon sect collapsed and smiled dejectedly, like a twilight lion, leaving his territory step by step in the setting sun.

"Goodbye, I hope that next time we meet, you will still be alive."

He took the other three Demon Sect warriors and left slowly.

Zhou Xilian didn't stop her, nor did she want to.

She just stared blankly at the great master of the demon sect walking away, and felt that the reason why she had come to join the war in the first place was a bit ridiculous.

It's just a pill for transforming beauty that the Righteous Path Alliance promised.

"He is the Mieqing Demon Lord of the Mieqing lineage of the Demon Sect!" The great master who had been silent just now exclaimed in surprise, "I have seen his portrait before!"

"That's right, it's him!"

"What? It's him?!"

Zhou Xilian looked into the distance, but she could no longer see the figure of that person.

No wonder you dare to approach them without fear of fighting?

Just because he is Pang Yu, the demon lord of the Demon Sect, Pang Yu, the only three great masters among the eight great demon lords!

The top of Tianzhu Mountain.

The great masters of the righteous side gathered together.

Roughly counting, there are twenty or thirty people.

This is the maximum number of people they can gather in a short period of time.

After all, with the start of the scuffle, nearly a hundred square kilometers of the entire Tianzhu Mountain are battlefields for both sides. Everyone is fighting and scattered, and they have already dispersed into the entire Tianzhu Mountain.

If it weren't for Qiye's efficient killing, they would never have gathered at this moment, nor would they have the opportunity to gather together.

After all, Demon Sect warriors are not stupid, just watching them gang up and bully others in vain.

At this moment, Hong Jianglong, the supreme master of Wei State, shook the wine gourd in his hand heavily and said:

"Now everyone must come up with a charter, otherwise, if we let the demon sect continue to kill for seven nights, my righteous colleagues will lose everything!"

"Old Hong, do you think we have no idea?"

A great master who was traveling with him said with a wry smile:

"But those seven nights were extremely powerful, and we were powerless."

"At this moment, we can only let Master Huaikong go out and use his superb Buddhist lion's roar to remind everyone to be careful and move closer here."

"Amitabha!"

Master Huaikong uttered the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together and said:

"I can try this matter, but once I shout out, I don't say whether it can be spread throughout Tianzhu Mountain, or if I say it, I am afraid that not many people will believe it."

"And even if someone believed it, those martial artists from the Demon Sect also heard the old monk's voice transmission. When the time comes, they will set up a trap halfway, which will actually put our people in danger."

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either!"

Hong Jianglong's voice was like thunder, and when he stepped on it, the sound of dragon chant came out.

"Did you just watch the Seven Nights Demon Lord kill people?"

"The person who asked me to wait, why hasn't he arrived? If he didn't say that there is a surefire way, we should still be chasing and killing the Seven Nights Demon Lord at this moment!"

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"You guys have been waiting for a long time!"

A light laughter came slowly, and everyone heard the sound and looked around, and saw a tall, handsome, elegant middle-aged man walking slowly.

"The Lord of Flowers, Zeng Shikui, it's you!"

Someone recognized the identity of the middle-aged man.

"It's this seat."

Zeng Shikui was easy-going and polite, but the others didn't give him good looks.

"You invited us here?"

"It's me." Zeng Shikui nodded.

Then, he raised his hand to stop everyone's questioning, and continued:

"I know you must be very confused at this moment, why do I have to find all of you, and let all of you gather on the top of Tianzhu Mountain."

"Of course I can't do this with my ability for the time being."

"So I'm just a spokesperson."

"What the hell do you mean?!"

Hong Jianglong was already full of anger, but when he saw Zeng Shikui's cover-up, he became even more angry, and slapped him with a palm.

Roar!

A golden dragon roared out from under his palm, rolling up waves of dust.

Subduing Dragon Palm!

This is the palm technique that he has practiced since he was a child, and he followed him all the way to innovate and update it. It is his method of enlightenment, and he has almost reached the state where the palm technique comes out as soon as the thought comes.

At this moment, when the palm is released, it is even more majestic and powerful!

It's just that Zeng Shikui didn't fight hard, but his figure floated away, and his figure disappeared like a ghost.

This is the top qinggong of the Huajian branch, which is known as walking among thousands of flowers without a single leaf sticking to the body.

Although Hong Jianglong's palm technique was extremely powerful, it was useless if he couldn't hit someone.

I saw the golden dragon hovering in the air several times, but couldn't find the target to attack, and finally had to scatter unwillingly.

"As expected of the Dragon Subduing God's Palm, the palm technique is like a god, and the palm has the power to subdue dragons and subdue tigers, but it's a pity that it's still a little short."

Zeng Shikui's figure slowly appeared, and said with a light smile.

It was said that Hong Jianglong's eyes were angry, and he was about to attack again, but was stopped by a gray-haired old man beside him.

Although he is a hundred years old, his eyes are not cloudy in the slightest, but rather bright, as if lightning flashed.

He looked directly at Zeng Shikui, and said without revealing his anger:

"You came to us just to mock us?"

"No and no."

Zeng Shikui shook his head and denied, "If it wasn't for this God's Palm Subduing Dragon, I would have already finished talking about my intentions."

He cleared his throat and said: "There are still two hours left before twelve hours, I was entrusted by someone, please wait here for a while.

Two hours later, the Seven Nights Demon Lord will come up in person to teach you the best moves.

At that time, it will be the best time for you to kill this person and avenge your colleagues. "

The old man was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and then asked:

"How can we know that you are deliberately deceiving us and buying time for him?"

Zeng Shikui's expression was frank, and he said with a sense of course:

"Even if you are not here, ask yourself, can you catch him?

Even if you catch him, can you kill him? "

It's not that I underestimated you, it's just that our demon king is no longer controlled by ordinary human power.

He may not be able to kill anyone he wants to kill, but if he wants to escape, there are not many people in the world who can stop him. "

The old man was speechless for a moment.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that the Flower Demon Lord was right.

The group before them also met Seven Nights Demon Lord, but that Seven Nights saw that they were numerous and powerful, so they turned around and left.

They want to catch up, but once they get out of formation, Na Qiye will appear from nowhere again.

His sword is the No. [-] technique of drawing the sword and cutting the heavens in the demon sect. With a single strike, there are very few among them who can resist alone.

With just one strike, they were either dead or wounded.

In this way, they can only maintain their formation so that Qiye will not find a chance to defeat them one by one.

But once this is the case, they will not be able to contain it and will be in a dilemma.

Otherwise, they wouldn't gather here just because someone told them that there is a foolproof way to make Qiye have nowhere to escape.

In fact, they themselves have nothing to do, they can only be dead horses as living horse doctors.

"But how can you guarantee that Qiye will definitely come?"

The old man still did not easily believe the words of Demon Lord Huajian, he asked:

"Two hours is enough for your Demon Sect to target a few more of our Righteous Grandmasters, and then your Demon Sect will easily win.

What's the difference between Qiye's coming and not coming?

Even if it's coming, can we still break the rules that we set up before, and can't take action against him? "

Zeng Shikui finally showed a wry smile, he shook his head and sighed:

"Rules are only for the weak, and our rules can no longer restrain him. Do you know why I am sure that Qiye will come?"

He asked himself and answered: "Because Qiye himself asked me to tell you this."

"His purpose is probably not to want you to die under his sword without any resistance."

"He needs you to live, to live well."

"Only enough quantity can give him the pressure he wants."

"Insanity!"

Even the well-mannered old man was stimulated by these words.

"What does he mean?!"

"The battle of Tianzhu Mountain was decided by the Mythical Supreme behind us. Could it be that he wants to break the rules set by Myth?"

Zeng Shikui shook his head and said:

"That's all for now, if you don't want to wait, you can still go after Qiye within these two hours.

Our magic gate will not stop you.

Even if you are willing, we will provide you with information and report the location of each appearance of Qiye. "

"why?"