The Demon Supreme stood above a dark demon cloud, overlooking the deep valley below.

In the valley, more than a dozen super giant teleportation arrays were flashing with a faint light, and large groups of giant god soldiers stood on the edge of the teleportation array, resisting the crazy attacks of millions of demon troops.

These giant god weapons stood tightly, shoulder to shoulder, and their movements were neat and uniform, waving the spear in their hands like a person.

The loud gun sound was like a tiger roaring, tearing the air apart, and swelling of white air explosions in the air. Amid the uniform and high-pitched gun sounds, a large group of demon soldiers rushed to pieces.

The long spear penetrated the armor of these demon soldiers, tore open their bodies, and penetrated their bodies. Then the terrifying qi explosion sound on the spearhead exploded, blowing their bodies into blood mist, dyeing the ground bloody.

The generals of the Demon Army in the Divine Realm gathered the military formation, and the magic power of tens of thousands and tens of thousands of demon soldiers was poured into their bodies, driving the demon shadows that were thousands of feet high to rush towards the giant gods' army.

The giant god soldiers, who were also over one million, raised their heads in an orderly manner. A scarlet light flashed in their eyes, and the thin red light as thick as mung beans was extremely accurate to hit these demon generals who were charging forward.

Faced with the precise attack of millions of giant gods, the protective treasures of these demon generals melted rapidly like frost under the scorching sun, and the armor was broken through the huge holes. Then their harnessed demon bodies instantly vaporized in the terrible high temperature generated by the red light.

Every quarter of an hour, when the density of the demon soldiers in the valley increased to a certain threshold, the breastplate of these giant gods moved left and right, revealing the dense launch nest inside, and a large piece of finger-thickness, a chaotic fire crossbow about a foot long roared out.

The accompanying dense explosion turned into thick flames, and a large group of demon soldiers exploded into pieces in the flames.

The eight major expeditions including Yinwujiu were only the weakest third-rate legion, and were considered as the auxiliary troops of the regular army of the Demon Army. They were also mixed with a large number of logistics troops, assisting with various laborers, etc.

The combat power of these third-rate legions is extremely limited. Facing these movements as neatly as one person, with no emotion, indifference and ruthlessness, no fear, no excitement, and no emotional fluctuations, they are like pieces of pork belly that are actively rushing towards the blade, and are easily cut into pieces.

Dozens of disc-shaped magic weapons were suspended above the heads of these giant god weapons.

The demon soldiers who died in battle, their souls and essence and blood were absorbed by these disc-shaped magic weapons, and only a little bit of extremely dimness. The extremely weak innate spiritual light was released and escaped into the cycle of reincarnation.

The Demon Supreme looked down at the battle in the valley and sneered at the five clones beside him: "Look, look, this is the end of greed... A group of demon cubs who don't know how high the sky is, haha, the way out of the way was cut off by someone, just wait for the entire army to be wiped out."

Shaking his head, the Demon Supreme sighed: "Hey, among these Demon Cubs, there are a few of them who I am optimistic about. They originally wanted to give them those daughters and granddaughters who could not get married? Now, there is no chance."

The Hungry Ghost Clan licked the corner of his mouth greedily: "By the way, is the Wu Kingdom opposite like us, also from the Demonic Path?"

The Hungry Ghost Clan looked at the disc-shaped magic weapons floating above the giant gods' army formation and muttered in a low voice: "These treasures are collecting souls and blood on the battlefield... are they also going to use these as sacrifices?"

The Demon Supreme narrowed his eyes, looked at the war on the battlefield for a while, and shook his head gently: "I'll pass on a message to the Eight Great Conquests, and say that the most outstanding group of little kids in their clan will be destroyed... Let the old ghosts in their family take action..."

"Haha, the eight great demons join forces, and what is going on opposite sides can be detected in some cases."

He raised his head and looked at the direction of the sky where Wu Tie and Gongsun Sanyang were tearing, and murmured: "However, what's the guy going crazy today? Well, I'll pass on my will to let the three old ghosts in the Blood Sea Palace, Pudu Cult, and ** Tower take action and destroy the Fufeng Divine Dynasty."

"I want to cause trouble to the east? Haha, let's destroy their thoughts first. Fufeng Divine Dynasty should have been destroyed long ago... Well, remember, all their royal family members must be fully detained... They are all clean and sent to the palace."

"Three thousand years ago, I was besieged by the twelve Dukes of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty and were beaten by their 172 swords. At that time, I swear that I would sleep all the women in their family, and that I should do what I say, men should be trustworthy."

After pondering for a while, the Demon Supreme touched the big black dragon-shaped ring on the middle finger of his left hand, squinted his eyes and said softly: "Also, secretly, get out the old guys in the underground secret cave of the Imperial City..."

The body of the Demon Supreme trembled slightly, and he laughed in a low voice: "As long as I can get the benefits, I care about the fortune, foundation or national fortune of the Supreme Demon Kingdom... Tsk, the Demon Dragon Dragon Soul that has been suppressed for countless years, coupled with the Nine Dragon Destruction Monument, I don't believe it, and I can't suppress the treasure in that guy's hand..."

"Haha, the humanitarian holy soldier... If he could demonize and refine it...haha." The Demon Supreme smiled very kindly: "In recent years, that old man and I have been in a dilemma, and my split innate spirit should be combined into one."

In the almost shattered palm of Buddha, Wu Tie looked at the brilliant sword curtain falling on his head and couldn't help but exclaim: "Merit artifact, human holy weapon!"

In the golden sword curtain, which is like the rolling of the sky, there are countless cities and villages, countless people, men, women, young and old, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. They reproduce, live, live and work in the endless mountains, rivers and mountains.

An old farmer facing the loess and facing the sky, his curved back is covered with sweat.

The soldier with a flush and tender face, straight waist and heavy armor, holding weapons.

A scholar holding a scroll and chanting words among the pink and green willows.

Hunter running through the mountains and forests with dusty faces and ragged clothes.

The fisherman was rusty on his face and smiling, singing fisherman singing fisherman songs across the lake.

The beast in clothes and animals, with a righteous face, argued loudly in the court, and even hit the pillar with his head, and his face was covered with blood.

There are generous and tragic knights, assassins who fight desperately, beauties who are fascinating, and famous scholars who are drunk and play princes...

They are all humans.

They formed a human race.

Their figures are projected in this golden sword curtain.

Glorious, powerful, vast, never ending. The sword curtain falls, as if the whole world falls.

Humanity, in this Mu Continent, is the projection of the way of heaven, the attention of heaven and earth, and the protagonist of this world.

In this sword curtain, there was no power aura of the universe, nor any Taoist rhyme of the laws of heaven and earth. However, when this sword curtain fell, the universe moved with it. The power of the three thousand great roads and eighty-four thousand side doors washed down with this sword curtain.

Wu Tie stood under this sword curtain and was fighting against this world!

Gongsun Sanyang looked at Wu Tie with heartache, with a twisted smile on his pretty face: "It is too difficult to activate this treasure, so I can only use my palm to trap you and delay you, and only use words to delay your actions."

"However, what I just said is mostly true."

"Wa Island, the Valley of Reincarnation, the human race's plan against the sky. If you can learn such shocking secrets before you die, you should die with peace of mind."

Gongsun Sanyang laughed loudly. Amid the laughter, the originally dense golden light of merit behind him was completely wiped out and disappeared without a trace.

The golden sword curtain washed down in a vast amount of water. The sword curtain was not fast, but Wu Tie could not move at all. The sword curtain was still more than ten miles away from Wu Tie, and countless square sword marks had been cracked on Wu Tie's skin.

The aura of this sword was so dignified that even the sword marks left on Wu Tie's body were stable and square like a ruler.

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "How can the artifact of humanity kill people with immeasurable merits?"

The huge golden light of merit, like a big golden cake, popped up behind Wu Tie. The golden light and purple aura in the sky suddenly turned into reality. The vast golden wheel of merit, as vast as the scorching sun, rose into the sky and greeted the sword curtain.

Gongsun Sanyang grinned and said, "The merit artifact next to him may not be able to kill you... But this holy soldier is already connected to my mind in that cycle of reincarnation and is infected by the six auras. He is a humanistic holy soldier, and he is also my natal demon soldier. Killing you is natural!"

With a loud bang, the sword curtain tore open the golden wheel of merit condensed into a substantial merit, and inch by little, it kept falling toward Wu Tie's head.

At the same time, the golden light and purple aura that was as fierce as magma in the golden wheel of merit continued to invade this sword curtain and constantly poured into it. In the sword curtain, the a little stiff mountains, rivers, cities, villages, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, men, women, young and old, etc., were lit up little by little, becoming vivid and flexible.

The images in these sword curtains were originally golden, but were covered with a layer of shadow.

However, with the crazy injecting of the power of Wu Tie's merit, these images quickly brightened, and an unprecedented dazzling golden light burst out.

Gongsun Sanyang's face became extremely strange: "You want to steal my holy soldiers? Kill me, kill me..."

Gongsun Sanyang opened his mouth, and with the three sounds of "slash", he also spit out three mouthfuls of essence and blood, and sprayed on the sword curtain that was descent that was getting slower and slower.

"Wu Tie, no matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is here... I will never let you live here." Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically, and finally told the truth in his heart: "I must not let the mad women on Wa Island know that I am here and that I am reincarnated here!"

"I took away the human race's fortune holy soldiers from the Valley of Reincarnation. My plan has not been completed yet... I must not let the mad women from Wa Island know that I am here!"

"Damn Fufeng Dynasty, damn Demon Supreme, damn... damn... damn... you all deserve to die!"

Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically: "If this holy soldier had not activated too slowly, it should have been the Six Paths of Treasure Wheels before, but should have directly slashed you with one sword!"

Wu Tie suddenly looked at Gongsun Sanyang: "So that's the case, after so many mysterious things, are you going to kill someone to silence? Haha, are you afraid that because of me, Wa Island will find your trace? Are you, who stole the human holy soldiers and escaped here through the six realms of reincarnation?"

With a loud bang, the small world of hundreds of miles transformed by the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your palm was forcibly broken open by a huge force.

It was pitch black from all directions, thick like a solid demon cloud rolling. Nine huge demon dragon heads with scarlet eyes appeared and faintly appeared in the demon cloud. Each of the nine demon dragons' heads were thousands of miles in diameter. Their body was unknown how long, and they were circling and rolling in the demon cloud, giving people an inexplicable sense of despair and oppression.

The world is filled with a hysterical madness, tyranny, repetitive, and distorted and chaotic atmosphere.

This is the breath of demons.

A loud roar came from the 'Huha'. In the thick and solid demon cloud, there were 33,333 demons with 18 feet tall, covered in thick black armor, and their eyes were spitting blood like the demon dragon.

These demons held a long banner that was more than ten feet high. With a slight sway, countless twisted and ferocious pale faces appeared on each of the demon banners.

Gongsun Sanyang was so scared that he shivered: "Bastard...what do you want to do?"

The Demon Supreme and his five clones appeared in the demon clouds one after another. The Demon Supreme looked at the sword curtain slowly falling down in the sky with deep eyes, and said leisurely: "Oh, I also said, why did I never have any control over you just a human clone... Feelings, have you hidden this treasure privately?"

He giggled, and the Demon Supreme said leisurely: "As a result, I can't even figure out whether you are the deity or I am the deity."

"Well, otherwise, let's make it clear today?"

Gongsun Sanyang looked up at the golden sword curtain.

The brilliant and vast sword curtain and Wu Tie's merit golden wheel are stalemate, and the infinite merit power is injecting into the sword curtain madly.

With the continuous injection of the power of merit, the sword curtain descends slower and slower.

Even with the injection of Gongsun Sanyang and the three mouths of essence and blood, the sword curtain was only more and more enlarged, but the speed of decline did not increase at all.

The sword curtain is more than ten feet above Wu Tie's head.

But judging from the current descent speed, it is impossible for the sword curtain to fall on Wu Tie's head without a quarter of an hour.

With the 'hissing' sound, the invisible sword intent kept passing through Wu Tie's body, leaving square sword marks on his body, and cutting off square flesh and blood.

Wu Tie gasped, his huge amount of essence and blood rolled, the sword marks healed rapidly, and then new sword marks continued to appear.

Looking at Gongsun Sanyang with a distorted expression, Wu Tie couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that this time I would be able to see such a good show. Two of you, you can understand one by one, and I'm also very curious about what's going on with you."

With a low roar, the black sword in Wu Tie's hand shone brightly, and the murderous intent turned into a black sword curtain and rose into the air, forcibly resisting the slowly descending golden sword curtain.

The black and golden sword curtains suddenly stalemate in the air. The golden sword curtain must not fall at all, and the black sword curtain must not rise at all.
Chapter completed!