Demon’s Diary

Southeast of Jomtien Mainland, a small town more than a thousand miles from the Ridge between the two worlds, Nanhui City.

It was originally just an ordinary frontier town, but since these days, a team of ethnic brothers have gathered here from all over the Jomtien mainland, headed by four great patriarchs.

Soon, the number of people gathered here reached more than 100,000.

With so many monks, the otherwise small city of Nanhui can no longer be stationed. But this is not a problem for adult power at all. Soon, a tens of miles long battalion was built overnight, centered in South Huicheng.

There were no signs of confusion and everything seemed organized under the unified arrangements of the League.

A protective formation emerged at the sites where the monks were stationed.

In addition, the Alliance dispatched hundreds of team brothers to patrol the camp day and night in case of insect attacks.

And what seems to have been discovered at the top of the Qi clan, originally scattered throughout the Jomtien mainland, more than 80%, has also converged in the two realms.

From a distance, it was covered in a strange gray mist, and even though it was a long distance away, the people's brothers could still feel the heat coming from across the street.

All the monks of the people know that this war, either the extinction of the Kui people or the massive damage to the energy of the Jomtien mainland, may from now on fall into a passive aftermath, so that morale does not need to be stimulated, it is also extremely expensive.

As time passes by day, more and more monks gather here from all sides.

Faced with the direction of the clan, the various bans and patrols are naturally the most numerous, but behind the ethnic camp, the coalition has also sent some additional monk patrols.

Halfway through the air, a ten-person patrol team is slowly flying in a hilly area 20 to 30 miles from Nanhui City.

These monks' clothes are predominantly water-blue with a watermark pattern. They are a small gate pie in the South China Sea of the Jomtien mainland. They are headed by a strong young man with a crystalline mid-term cultivation, carrying a black stick.

Although there are no abnormalities around, the eyes of a robust young man still look at the surrounding area, while the consciousness spreads out, sensing everything around him at all times, and it can be seen that this person is an extraordinarily cautious person.

Suddenly, the young man moved and stopped and looked to the distant sky.

The monks behind the youth also stopped and looked away.

“Vice Master Xin, but what did you find...” A young lady in a green robe at the end of the condensation asked. The words were not finished. A little green light appeared in the sky in the distance, and then a few breaths flew nearby.

Green light is a giant flying ship of 100 feet size. The green hull is engraved with a blue door pattern, hidden in the spiritual light flow.

The boat has begun to slow down, but a strong airflow has been lifted, passing from the top of the patrol and heading towards Nanhui City.

“Such a large ship can fly so fast. I'm afraid it's a Pharaoh class ship. I don't know which monk is here?” A blue robe monk in the middle of the condensation looked jealously at the distant boat and some of the faint murmured.

“Kid, you usually say you don't see that you're still uncomfortable, you don't see the sign on the ship, it's one of the famous four greats Tai Qingmen sign.” One of them laughed immediately.

“Ah, it turns out that this is too clear, the Qi Pi is unusual! Too bad I didn't see what those monks looked like up there.” Instead of being angry, the mocked Blue Robe monk said with some regret.

The head of the big blue bull stared at the ship, but his face revealed a strange look.

“The four great eunuchs and the eight great families have been sending their disciples to reinforce us these days, but they do not know what level of disciples Taiqingmen sent this time.” The young lady in the green robe glanced and said.

“The four great patriarchs are deeply rooted, and even the most ordinary disciples are not comparable.” The robust blue bull retracted his gaze and said slowly.

“Indeed, two days ago, I had the privilege of witnessing a reinforcement of the vast Academy, dispatching more than a thousand crystalline disciples, and hundreds of elder leaders of Jindan...” Young Green Robe exclaimed.

“There's nothing wrong with that. More than 80% of the monks from Jomtien Mainland gathered here this time around. In Nanhui City, not to mention the astronomical monks, Tong Xuan Daneng probably gathered no less than ten people.” The tone of a strong young man speaks softly.

“I wonder if I would be fortunate to meet a generous man of honor.” The young woman in the green robe said with some anticipation.

“By the time war is waged with the Kui clan, all factions will naturally be able to strike. Well, these things don't matter. Let's keep patrolling!” The sturdy blue bull waved the iron rod in his hand and said in silence.

The following team members answered in a hurry and slowly headed forward.

“By the way, Vice Lord Singh, I've heard the elders say that you seem to have had contact with some disciple of Tai Ching Gate before, I wonder who he is?” The young lady in the green robe looked at the surrounding situation and looked at the young man with some curiosity.

“It's just a one-sided affair. I haven't had a connection in years. Where would I remember my little role?” Xin Yuanmo shook his head with an iron rod in his hand, some mocking himself.

The young woman in the green robe seemed reluctant to talk more, and the intellectuality did not go on.

……

The green airship at Taiqing Gate stopped over Nanhui City, and a number of brothers had already arrived in Nanhui City.

On the flying boat, 30 or 40 Taiqingmen disciples flew down one after another.

These people are, of course, practiced above the middle of the real life. Everyone's breath is deep and deep, and their strength is obviously quite small among the same class of monks.

Among the crowd, Liu Ming, Dragon Zi, Kun Yu and others are all here. The person standing in front of the team is Jin Liyang.

This reinforcement is the secret disciple of Taiqingmen.

“It turns out that Jin Daoyou arrived and worked hard all the way.” The greeter who flew out of Nanhui City was a middle-aged man in Tiangong Zong's yellow robe, his eyes swept past those behind Jin Liyang, his eyes flashed with light, and then disappeared.

Kim Ri-yang and the middle-aged man in the yellow robe seemed to know each other. As soon as they spoke, they flew into the city with Liu Ming and others.

Liu Ming pulled the light and looked around.

But see around the otherwise small city pool, dense and numb all the gates of the camp, slightly larger, relatively close to the city pool, relatively small, can only surround the most marginal.

The Nanhui city is staffed with high-ranking disciples and elders from all major sects. Liu Ming and others have also been provided with a temporary residence with a newly built small stone house.

“Brothers, you will rest here for a moment, and the Alliance will arrange important things for you later.” Jin Liyang gave some mysterious admonition to Liu Ming and others and left with the middle-aged man in the yellow robe.

“Brother Liu, what do you mean what Brother Jin just said?” After Jin Liyang left, the dragon went to Liu Ming's side and asked.

“I don't know, maybe the Alliance has given us a mission.” Liu Ming said indifferently.

The dragon shook his head and quickly walked into his cabin without saying anything.

Other secret disciples either went back to the cabin to rest, or went out to visit other Sect acquaintances or familiarize themselves with the surroundings.

Almost all the high-ranking monks of the Jomtien mainland gathered at this moment in Nanhui City, but the atmosphere was somewhat suicidal due to the imminent war.

Liu Ming also turned around and walked back to his cabin. He sat on his knees and sharpened his essence.

Almost as many ethnic monks have gathered here, the war will soon begin, he is now advanced in the late period of Jindan, must hurry to firmly cultivate to improve his strength as much as possible.

Located in the heart of Nanhui City, a grand palace-like building hidden in a circular legal formation, the interior of the grand palace is very simple, leaving only a giant light screen showing the detailed terrain of the two realms of the Ridge, apart from a few necessary tables and chairs.

The round table in the hall is surrounded by the figure of more than two dozen monks. The elders of Taiqing Gate, the wooden sky, the wind, the fire, and the four great passages of Xuan Yu are here.

The ancient ancestors of Taiqing Gate Wood Sky, a beautiful young lady of Tiangong Zong's yellow robe, a middle-aged man with long white eyebrows in the college, a skinny old man of Magic Zong's black robe and four others sat on the throne.

The other three great masters also have the presence of the great factions such as Tian Xin Valley, Beidou Pavilion, and the eight great families of the world. They are also gathered here.

The various factions gathered together, and the power was compared at a glance. There were four people in the four great things of Taiqing Gate and others, and a few years ago, the Magic Sect crashed into a single person, only three.

The other sects, Beidoukou and Tenjin Valley, each came with two Brothers of Tongxuan, and only one member of the eight great families.

Strangely, no one is here in the mysterious Heavenly Palace, which has always been in charge of the luck of Jomtien Mainland.

Thong Xuan Daneng, rarely seen on a weekday, gathered as many as twenty-seven people in the palace.

Several astronomical monks also stood in the hall, all of whom appeared to be leaders of the various factions.

Taiqingmen Tiango real person stood behind Xuan fish and others, saw the unprecedented gathering of Xuan energy in front of him, his face was abnormally thickened.

“As of today, almost all the people we can gather in Nanhui City, and we will wait, and I don't think there will be any more reinforcements.” The lady of Tiangong Zonghuang's face was indifferent and her voice was cold, she said.

“Exactly, while we have assembled our forces, we may have a better chance of winning first.” The skinny old man of the Magic Sect nodded in agreement.

“Stu Daoyou, I heard that you have ten faceted battle drums, which can stimulate your morale and reduce the fighting spirit of your enemies. Though it may not necessarily be able to exert all its power over the clan, it is not very suitable for such a war, I do not know that you can bring this treasure.” Above the seat, a figure wrapped in starlight, said calmly.

This man was the Lord of the Pavilion of Beidou who appeared once during the Heavenly Gate meeting.