I saw a huge warship roaring in the sky, carrying the roar of smoke and thunder.

The warship was flashing with a cold light, and the ship was engraved with strange runes. As the runes flowed, it exuded a terrifying aura, as if it was a death chariot coming from the Nine Nether Hell.

Above the battleship, a man in black stood.

The man's whole body was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth, revealing only a pair of deep and cold eyes. The eyes were like two cold pools, bottomless, revealing endless mystery and majesty.

His body was as tall as a pine tree, and his body exuded a powerful aura that seemed to be integrated with the world.

"Demon-Suppressing Message!" Someone in the crowd shouted first, with a hint of horror and awe in his voice.

"This person is the demon-suppressing comrade! That's right, it's him!" Everyone agreed, their faces full of astonishment.

The Monster Suppressing Envoy, this mysterious and powerful existence, lives on the border of the Great Town Dynasty and is active in that mysterious and dangerous ruin.

They shoulder the important task of monitoring the movements of the sea of ​​demons and are the first line of defense to resist the invasion of demons.

On weekdays, their whereabouts are vague, like ghosts, and rarely appear in front of the world.

Now, I have personally arrived at the temple of the big town, which undoubtedly means that a huge crisis is coming.

The warship slowly landed above the temple, and the powerful air currents made the trees around the temple fall and sand and stones fly.

The demon-suppressing envoy bowed slightly, performed a simple and solemn etiquette, and his voice spread throughout the hall in a low and powerful manner: "The demon-suppressing envoy sends the order, and the army of the sea of ​​demons is approaching!"

"The demon is coming!" These four simple words, like a bomb, exploded in the hall in an instant.

Everyone was shocked, and the already tense atmosphere reached its peak instantly.

Some elders almost collapsed to the ground when their legs became weak; some disciples widened their eyes in horror, and the weapon in their hands fell to the ground with a "clang"; and some even more, their faces were as pale as paper, and their bodies were trembling.

Almost at the same time, in another mysterious place in the Dazhen Dynasty - the Feather Clan.

The feather tribe, a race with white wings and good at flying and controlling wind elements, has always lived a life of peace and stability.

However, at this moment, the peace was broken.

A demon-suppressing envoy descended from the sky like a black lightning, landing steadily above the towering building complex of the feather tribe.

The messenger flashed and he instantly came to the head of the feather tribe.

The leader of the feather tribe was wearing a gorgeous white robe, and the pair of white wings behind him were gently stretched out, emitting a soft light.

He was standing quietly in front of the altar among the clan, closing his eyes to ponder, and conscious of the law of the wind between heaven and earth.

Hearing the voice of the messenger, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes calm and deep.

The messenger looked anxious, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He didn't bother to wipe it. He quickly knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted: "The demon-suppressing messenger is sending orders, and the sea of ​​demons is coming!"

When the leader of the feather tribe heard this, his expression became solemn.

His brows frowned tightly, and a hint of worry and contemplation appeared in his eyes.

He knew very well that the strength of the Sea of ​​Demons should not be underestimated. Every time a demon attacked, it means that a tragic war was about to break out.

He paced slowly, thinking about solutions in his heart.

And in the vast and mysterious waters of the distant southern continent, the leader of the water tribe is immersed in deep cultivation.

The surrounding water waves rolled up one after another, forming spectacular water curtains.

The leader of the water tribe sat cross-legged on a huge reef at the bottom of the water, emitting a faint blue light all over his body, blending with the surrounding water elements, as if he was the master of this water.

At this moment, a black figure appeared in front of the Aquarium clan leader like a ghost.

The person who came was the demon-suppressing envoy. He flashed and instantly came to the head of the water clan leader, knelt on one knee, and saluted: "The demon-suppressing envoy sends the order, the sea of ​​demons is coming!"

The originally closed eyes of the water clan leader suddenly opened, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes instantly, like lightning in the cold night, making people shudder.

He slowly stood up, and the breath on his body suddenly changed. The originally calm waters seemed to feel his majesty and began to roll violently.

He just said three words coldly: "I know." The voice was low and majestic, as if it contained endless power.

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Xuantian Temple!

Xuantian Temple, a Taoist holy land that takes practicing Xuanmen Taoism and subduing demons as its mission, always has a quiet and mysterious aura.

However, at this moment, there was a tense and anxious atmosphere in the sight.

The door of the owner of Xuantian Temple was smashed and thumped, and the sound seemed to smash the entire door.

The Master of Xuantian Temple who was practicing was disturbed by the sudden noise, and anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and shouted loudly with some anger in his mouth: "What are you knocking? I am practicing. Are you responsible for going astray?"

"Master, it's not good. The demon-suppressing envoy sends an order. The sea of ​​demons is coming. Let's be prepared!" The people outside looked anxious, with a hint of crying in their voices, as if a disaster is about to come.

When the Master Xuantian Temple heard this, he was shocked, and the anger was instantly replaced by worry.

He didn't bother to think too much, so he quickly got up and opened the door.

I saw a disciple standing outside the door, his face as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were still trembling.

The original calmness of the Master Xuantian Temple changed dramatically after hearing the anxious and somewhat panic words of the disciples outside the sect, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue.

His originally rosy cheeks turned pale in an instant, his forehead was filled with blue veins, his eyes were staring like copper bells, full of incredible and deep worries.

"This is not a joke. Is this news really accurate? Why didn't I calculate it?" The Master Xuantian Temple's voice trembled a little, his hands clenched tightly unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

He has been studying the mysterious methods throughout his life and has a lot of experience in calculating the secrets of heaven. He thinks he can see some secrets of heaven, but now that the sea of ​​demons is committing such a big thing, he has no idea. How can he not be frightened?

The person outside the door hurriedly said, "Master, you didn't calculate it either. This news should not be fake. Didn't you say before that the sea of ​​demons will inevitably come again in ten years? Now, it seems that ten years have passed, and your prophecy has come true."

As the disciple spoke, he carefully observed the viewer's face, feeling full of uneasiness.
Chapter completed!