Jueying Zhenjun said firmly.

The bounty on Lord Aoki in the Demonic Alliance is very high. After all, more than one Demonic Lord was captured and seriously injured that year, and it also affected the situation of the Seven Nations Alliance and the Guardian Alliance.

The three major forces, Beast King Valley, Blood Spirit Sect, and Fantasy Demon Palace, all hate Lord Aoki deeply.

Wujianmen had already received an assassination commission, but failed.

At that time, the deputy sect leader joined forces with Beast King Valley, and the assassination failed, and his rating for Aoki Shin-kun increased significantly.

As long as True Lord Jueying brings back the green wooden skull, he can redeem it for great military exploits and gain great prestige in the Six Demonic Sects.

Wujianmen only cares about the results and does not care about the details of the process.

It is normal to use any means when assassinating.

Even if the leader of Wujian Sect knew that Jueying and Lu Changan were teaming up, it would not be a problem.

Therefore, True Lord Jueying fulfilled Lu Changan's promise today and achieved great success, which can be regarded as the best of both worlds.

"Lu is optimistic about you! You may not be able to become the helmsman of Wujianmen in the future."

Lu Changan encouraged him, reaching out and patting Jueying on the shoulder, giving him the illusion of being non-entity.

Jueying's heart moved, and she understood the hint in Lu Changan's words.

If you say you are not moved by the position of Sect Master, you are deceiving yourself and others.

The older generation of Wujian Sect’s sect master and deputy sect master are very old.

Jueying Zhenjun has been the leader of the new generation of Wujian Sect for the past two hundred years. Now, as the Nascent Soul Elder of Wujian Sect, he is one of the strong competitors.

"Go ahead."

Lu Changan explained some details to Jueying and waved.

The shadow blended into nearby shadows and quickly disappeared from sight.

In fact, when he rescued Jueying, Lu Changan discovered that this person was very lucky.

After a while, Lu Changan packed up the loot, put away his puppets and spiritual pets, and left through the air.

At the scene of the fight, Mr. Diyan had destroyed it with earth spells and would not have left many useful clues.

…

A black wing escaped from the light and returned to the important frontline town.

In the important town, all the elites went to the main battlefield, and there were not many monks left.

Diyanjun fought fiercely this time and was seriously injured.

Lu Changan thought for a while and let it stay in the important town.

"Take good care of yourself. This fourth-level elixir will be left to your cultivation and use."

Lu Changan took out the sealed Pengniao Pill and handed it to Lord Diyan.

"Thank you Master for the gift."

Lord Diyan got the Pengniao Pill, he was very excited and bowed to express his thanks.

When handling the trophies before, some of the internal organs of the Peng bird became its tonic.

Swallowing and refining the fourth-level great elixir of the same level is not critical to the mid-term impact of the future, but it can greatly increase Diyan Jun's cultivation speed.

As for the Peng bird's skeleton, wings, fangs and claws, Lu Changan kept them as spares.

The corpse of a fourth-order early demon king is far from enough to refine a fourth-order puppet.

Building a fourth-level puppet requires a lot of high-quality rare materials, especially the core hub.

There is a difference between a puppet and a corpse.

Even if the corpse is directly refined, the demon king's spirituality will be greatly damaged after death. Without the supplement of other spiritual things in the world, it will be degraded after being refined.

If the quality is lowered, Lu Changan can also create a quasi-fourth-level Peng bird puppet, which is rare and precious in the Daqing world of immortality.

Without stopping at the important frontline town, Lu Changan rushed straight to the main battlefield in the southern part of the Feng Kingdom.

It's a pity that time is too tight.

He has no time to refine magic weapons such as the "Qingxuan Sword Formation".

The mark on the natal magic weapon cannot be erased in a short time.

Lu Changan put on the slightly damaged [Dragon Scale Armor] under his white robe.

That ancient mirror magic weapon was of a special type. Lu Changan could activate the arctic light without refining it.

…

Southern part of Feng Kingdom.

The demonic battlefield that stretches for thousands of miles, and the three important fairy cities of the Wei Dao Alliance, are surrounded by the endless black tide.

Huge spiritual ships floated in the sky, and the spiritual crystal cannons burst out with destructive crystal light, melting numerous bloody fragments and impacting the city defense formation.

Swarms of spiritual birds and insects are flying all over the sky, and magic weapons and flying swords are flying with light. The light of talismans or spells is like billions of fireworks.

Bloody black flames, boulders of ice and fire, beasts roaring and thundering...

Under the magnificent landscape, there were screams and shouts one after another.

The earth turned into a red land, cracked in all directions, forming ravines and valleys of various sizes.

Rumble…

Several mountain-like fourth-level beast kings were running rampant, either crushing local monk armies or attacking important towns in the fairy city.

In order to avoid being attacked by the devil, many elite monks from the Wei Dao Alliance fought outside the city to kill the spirit ships of the devil's side.

The "Hunting King Formation" composed of Danjie monks, under the cover of the Immortal City Formation, launched a confrontation and attack on the fourth-level beast king.

The one in the middle of the three fairy cities was heavily attacked by Beast King Valley.

In this important town, there is a huge drum with a simple shape floating.

Several burly, shirtless men wearing animal skins, sweating profusely, were beating the [Shocking Drum] vigorously, integrating their own magic power, energy, blood and essence into it.

Hmm~

The low drum sound seemed to come from a foreign abyss, turning into semicircular ripples and radiating to the surrounding Beast King Valley army.

The war beasts and bird pets in the Beast King Valley are all frightened and their fighting spirit has been significantly reduced.

"[Zhentian Drum] is such a strategic treasure, and Xuanmen's 'Dragon Tiger Mountain' will easily lend it to the Wei Dao Alliance for use!"

The beast masters were cursing and cursing, and the contact with the spiritual pets and the beasts was intermittent, and control and command seemed difficult.

…

Above the clouds, the Nascent Soul Lords from the two camps were fighting each other, with thunder, lightning, and constant roars.

The Nascent Soul monks under the rings of mana clouds are so powerful that they can break mountains and rivers with every blow, collide with magic weapons and magical powers, and trigger storms and tides.

The occasional falling flames instantly killed the monks who were fighting fiercely below.

In addition to True Lord Nascent Soul, there are also fourth-level demon kings from the Beast King Valley participating in the fight on the clouds.

"Evil beast——"

The roar of the old thunder echoed through the sky.

I saw a river of blood sword, running through the clouds for several miles, piercing through a huge black bear demon king.

boom!

A ball of dazzling blood, like an explosion from the scorching sun, exploded on the head of the Black Bear Demon King.

In the bloody sun, an old silver-haired old man exploded his Nascent Soul and all his magic power, and died on the spot.

The bloody black bear demon king fell from the clouds.

"Old Wei!"

"Wei Zhenjun..."

On the Wei Dao Alliance side, Chu Tianfeng, True Lord Liuyang, Zhang Tianfeng, Liang Shaotian and other Nascent Soul cultivators set their sights on that area.

Wei Zhenjun came from the Blood Sword Valley of the Feng Kingdom, and the mountain gate of the sect was occupied by the demonic way. In order to regain the mountain gate and resist the invasion of the demonic way, Wei Zhenjun, who is about to die, did not hesitate to commit suicide today.

"Wei Zhenjun, I promise you that if you can drive away the devil in the future, I will help your Blood Sword Valley disciples relocate to the ancestral land of Shanmen."

Chutian's face looked sad, and he murmured in his heart, promising.

His opponent is Sect Leader Meng of the Beast King Valley, an old rival of both sides for many years.

"Old man! Before he dies, he pulls my fourth-level spirit beast from the Beast King Valley onto his back."

Sect Master Meng's face was gloomy.

The black bear demon king was raised by him in the sect and was almost considered his personal spiritual pet.

Today's decisive battle on the battlefield has unexpected events more than once.
To be continued...