The old man smiled, and there was a hint of calmness and confidence in his smile, as if everything in the world was under his control.

He said slowly: "Then I can only ask you to die!"

Although the voice was light, it had an unquestionable majesty, as if death was just a trivial matter to him.

The man in the armor turned cold, and his already cold eyes added a little contempt.

He looked at the old man high above, as if he was looking at an ant who was ignorant of life and death.

Then, he pointed at the twelve dying people, and a sneered sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Old thing, if you don't leave now, those twelve idiots will end up with you later!"

His tone was full of threat, as if in his eyes the old man was just an existence that could be pinched to death at will.

The old man sighed, and the sigh seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

"That's stupid!"

He shook his head gently, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

In his opinion, the arrogance and ignorance of the man in the armor was extremely ridiculous.

When the man in the armor heard this, he was immediately angry and embarrassed.

He waved his hand directly and shouted loudly: "Kill that old thing!"

With his order, the remaining army of demons rushed forward like a tide.

The demons roared and roared, as if a group of hungry beasts were about to tear the old man to pieces.

Their footsteps made the earth tremble, and the dust raised covered the sky and the sun, and the whole scene was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

The old man shook his head gently, as if he was disdainful of these demons' attacks.

He opened his mouth and sprayed a cloud of smoke, which instantly turned into a giant standing tall.

The giant's figure was huge, like a moving mountain, exuding a powerful aura all over his body.

It stomped the remaining hundreds of thousands of troops to death with just one kick.

The screams of the demons rang out instantly, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely terrifying and shocking!

The army of demons that had originally rushed forward collapsed and turned into a bloody ruin under this kick.

The strongest man in the sea of ​​demons, the man in black armor, stared at the scene in a daze, his eyes full of fear.

His body trembled involuntarily, his legs became weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He never expected that this seemingly ordinary old man would have such terrifying strength.

The old man did not kill him, but slammed his palm into the ground from the air.

A huge light flashed, and a terrifying gully appeared on the originally flat ground.

The ravines were deep and the cliffs on both sides were like swords and axes, as if they were torn apart by an invisible force.

The ravines are tens of thousands of miles long, like a huge scar, lying across the earth.

Looking at the terrifying ravines, the man took a breath.

His face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with horror and despair.

He knew that he had no ability to resist in front of this old man.

"I...I will not go to the Dazhen Dynasty again!"

The man stammered, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

The old man smiled faintly, and there was a hint of tolerance and open-mindedness in his smile.

"There is no need. You must not cross this gully within a thousand years, but after a thousand years, I will follow you and I will not care about you anymore."

His voice was peaceful and firm, as if he was declaring a law that could not be violated.

After saying that, he rode the cow away, and the old cow gradually disappeared into the distance with slow and steady steps.

The old man ignored the twelve dying people, as if their life and death had nothing to do with him.

But those people still breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they were seriously injured and dying, they felt the joy of surviving the disaster at this moment.

The Great Town Dynasty does not need to be destroyed.

This is their most gratifying thing. Their sacrifice was not in vain. They protected this land and people with their lives.

The picture also came to an abrupt end, as if a pause button was pressed by an invisible hand. The originally fierce battle scene disappeared without a trace, leaving only a silence and blank space.

The old man slowly put away the crystal ball in his hand. The crystal ball flashed with a faint light in his palm, as if it still had the residual heat of the battle just now.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of emotion on his face, and said softly: "In that battle back then, all the elites of my demon sea were lost."

"It was a tragic war, and countless demon warriors fell into pools of blood, and our strength was greatly weakened."

"If the Holy Temple had not been for the trouble of the Great Town Dynasty, we would have probably destroyed the sea of ​​demons."

"Thank you for that sacred temple, which gave us a breathing opportunity."

"They thought their little moves could be hidden from the world, but they didn't know that all of this was in the arrangement of fate."

"Now that a thousand years are about to pass, the shackles that once bound us are about to be broken, and my demon sea can finally turn my eyes to the rich and prosperous dynasty again."

The boy suddenly soared into the air, and huge golden wings stretched out behind him. The wings shone with a brilliant light, as if they were made of pure gold, and each feather exuded a powerful aura.

He was as strong as an eagle flying with his wings, looking firmly at the Dazhen Dynasty opposite the ravine.

The great town dynasty seemed prosperous and prosperous under the sunlight, but in the eyes of the boy, it seemed like a castle waiting for him to conquer.

"Send the order, the thirty-six demon kings and the seventy-two demon kings go to the imperial palace to see me!"

"You are right, it's time for us to start taking action!"

The boy's voice was loud and powerful, as if a thunder thunder streaked across the sky and spread throughout the sea of ​​demons.

His eyes revealed a sense of determination and confidence, as if he had seen the day when the sea of ​​demons had stepped on the Great Town Dynasty.

...

Holy City!

The atmosphere in the sacred temple bound by the formation arranged by Ling Xiao was extremely solemn, as if it was shrouded in a thick layer of haze.

The Holy Lord of the Great Town was dead, and the once high-ranking existence has now turned into a cold corpse; the white-robed palm sacrifice was also dead, and his departure made the entire Holy Church lose an important pillar.

Now the one who is in charge of the Holy Temple is the Red Robe Palm Sacrifice.

The red robe Zhangshen sat quietly on the high position, his body leaned forward slightly, holding a roll of ancient books in his hand.

The paper of the ancient book has turned yellow and is engraved with mysterious runes, as if there are endless secrets hidden.

His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the predicament in front of him.

Below, there was only one-eyed old ghost.

The one-eyed old ghost is short and has a vulgar face, but his eyes reveal a hint of cunning and ruthlessness.

The one-eyed old ghost said in a deep voice: "At present, we'd better keep our troops still and wait and see what's going on."

"Ling Xiao is now powerful, so we should not confront him head-on."

"But Ling Xiao is a man with extraordinary talent and must not allow him to grow."
Chapter completed!