Demon’s Diary

“Oh, the news of Beidoukou is really intelligent. This war has to do with the prosperity and death of my people. Naturally, my Magic Sect will not be stingy. Ten sides of the battle drums, a lot of them have been brought.” The skinny old man in black laughed and said softly.

“Very well, this also brings more than a hundred Xuantian battleships. As long as the battle begins, the unbreakable power of these battleships will be enough to inflict a great deal of suffering on the Kui army. However, it is unclear how the two instruments promised by Hao Daoyou of the Academy were prepared to break the wilderness. After all, Xuantian battleships could not play much power if they were close to each other.” The lady frowned and looked at the white cloak next to her and asked.

“Lady Zhen may rest assured that the 500 superior magicians have arrived here in the evening and stars, and will not disappoint you during the Great War.” The middle-aged man in the college cloak smiled and said faintly.

“Hey, my Legion of Ancient Demons in the Valley of Heavenly Demons doesn't have to worry about you. I dare not say that I will sweep the clan, and I will never let it get better.” The coarse-eyebrowed man dressed in a Tian Xin Valley brown bear robe was a confident pioneer, not to be asked.

Immediately afterwards, the people present made preparations for this showdown by their own rulers. At this time, the backbone of the four great eight great families and other major forces is inevitably manifested, and it is by no means comparable in some 10,000 years.

“In that light, you are all well prepared. Let's check the poisoning plan again.” After everyone in the place made a statement, he sat with his eyes closed to support the god Master Taiqing Gate, and opened his eyes slowly, "he said.

“Yes, poisoning is a matter of success or failure in this battle, not a bit so-so, now that the war is imminent, it is necessary to finally confirm it again.” The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe of the College nodded seriously.

“The poison has been experimented with in secret many times, and the effect should not be worried at all, but the poisoner should choose carefully. Sending celestial elders to carry out the task will inevitably attract attention. If the repair is too low, and I'm afraid the task has not been completed, it will become the food of the worm first. After discussing this with Woodward and others, I decided to select some of the most powerful brothers from among the classes to perform this task.” The lady in the yellow robe glanced at the wooden sky and said softly.

As it turns out, the faces of all but four of the great patriarchs in this room have changed.

According to the previous plan, the poisoning mission is to go deep into the army of worms at the beginning of the Great War. It can be described as dangerous. The disciples of Jindan are regarded as the elite, and they have great love for each other. After all, they are the future and hope of all factions, how can they feel comfortable carrying out such tasks?

“Think clearly, if this war is defeated, don't say disciples, I'm afraid even all inheritance may be lost, at this moment, what is there to hesitate about?” The wooden sky glistened and said coldly.

The other monks present listened for a moment and nodded successively.

It was agreed that the faces of the leaders of the alliance, such as Lady Tiangong Yellow Robe and Wood Sky, were all faint.

“Since you don't have any objections, I will recommend 10 Sisters of the True Dan to each of you later. I will wait for more than 20 from each of the four large groups, but in the interests of confidentiality, don't spread the word.” Wood skies said slowly.

Hearing this, the other doorman, Thong Xuan, nodded.

After all, all four majors have done this, and they are ashamed to say anything else.

Just as the great monks of Jomtien were discussing it, a few miles from Nanhui City, in a wasteland in front of the two realms, a few hidden figures lurked on a desert mountain.

The shadows did not emit a single breath, apparently all using extremely brilliant stealth.

One of the long-bodied, black-sided men protruded half his head from behind a stone and looked beneath the barren mountain.

At a glance, the two frontiers of the hilly hinterland in front of you, is a mountain with undulating and steep terrain. In the distance, dense and numb insects are flowing from several directions, and it is important to cover the entire hill with a plaque of contrasting colour.

As many as a million people have seen in front of them.

And the clouds above these worms, some of them with bloody clear wings, travel from time to time over the wasteland, giving people a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

Deeper in the mountains, on a black hill platform of tens of thousands of low-order pests, more than a hundred high-order pests, significantly larger than ordinary pests, seem to be waiting for something.

The black man looked for a moment and turned back and made a gesture at the few people behind him, who quietly lurked forward into the past.

Suddenly, a few black lightning bolts suddenly flashed through the otherwise cloudy sky, instantly breaking through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, as the lightning fell without a sign, it appeared in the middle of nowhere, without seeing how it moved, a black light had swept down, fast, almost like a flash of electric light.

“Not good…”

The black man's face changed dramatically, and he was released unreservedly in a strong spirit. He was actually a powerful monk in the early days of the heavens.

His hands were lightning in front of his chest, pounding and squeaking, and his back gave rise to a pair of gray gray wings the size of a pair of lengths. His body flew out of a hundred feet with a blurred figure, hiding the dark light under him.

“yi”

A crisp light echo appeared in the half-sky mouth, and seemed slightly surprised.

Despite hiding from the past, the remaining ethnic monks did not react at all. The body was pierced by a black light, and the whole body spread apart like an explosion, turning into flesh and blood on the ground, and even the Numen did not escape.

The black-sided man's face changed dramatically, spitting out a mouthful of fine blood, and a cloud of blood wrapped around his body.

Blood flashes, turning into eight identical shadows, rushing in different directions.

The skyman looked at the many scattered blood shadows, snorted coldly in his mouth, raised his hand to the void a few random points, and then a strange black light appeared on his body again, flashing into eight long spears surrounded by black gas.

With one hand flashing, the black spear scattered, and just one blur caught up with the fleeing bloody figure.

Pu pu!

A scream came, and seven pieces of blood in the middle of the sky were directly pierced by the black spear, which dissipated, leaving only the leftmost figure of blood.

But seeing a giant with more than a dozen heights behind him, his blood-wrapped arms crossed over and blocked in front of a black-sided man, only a tiny hole appeared in the giant's arms.

At this moment, the man with black face appeared frightened, his mouth slightly open, but he could only make a few hoarse sounds from the deep throat, his chest was penetrated by a black spear, blood flowed along the spear, but not a drop.

If you look closely, you can see countless thin-haired, silky black filaments appearing on the black spear, piercing all over the black man's body.

Immediately afterwards, the black man's body dried rapidly at visible speeds, and several breathing exercises turned into a dry corpse, falling out of the air.

The figure in the middle of the sky coldly smiled, shaken and disappeared.

Didn't notice the dry corpse's waist on the ground, a delicate black jade card broke apart quietly.

In the Nanhui City Hall of Proceedings, the Brothers of Tongxuan are still discussing the war. The skinny old man in the black robe of the Magic Sect has changed his face.

“Stu Daoyou, what happened?” The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe of the vast college noticed the change in the look of the old man in the black robe and asked.

Everyone else looked at it.

The old man in the black robe was silent, waved with one hand, and flew out a round mirror the size of a palm in his sleeve, surrounded by black air.

He pointed out that a black glow was emitted in the black round mirror, which opened in the middle of the air and turned into a light screen. The light curtain turned in a flash, showing the pattern of the scene. It was in the case of the killing of several ethnic monks in the two realms of the ridge.

When I saw this place, no one spoke at all.

“Yoshi Taoist, is this astronomical monk the elder of your party?” After watching the Lord of the North Doge, he suddenly asked.

“Nice," said the skinny old man, looking a little ugly, but slowly.

“This man raised his hand and threw his foot in the room and killed a heavenly monk. There must be no doubt about this!” The main face of the Pavilion of Beidou said.

Xuan fish, wind, wooden sky and other Taiqing gate Xuan heard stories, looked at each other.

“If the husband is right, it should be the body of the mother of the worm.” Wood skies said slowly.

“Not bad, from the shape of the breath, it does.” The skinny old man of the Magic Sect heard the story and said with anger.

In the Great War of the Magic Zone, the old man in the black robe had also dealt with the mother of the worm separately, so he was quite familiar with it.

“In this final battle, the mother of the worm is bound to be here, just wondering how many?” The big man with the big eyebrows in Tian Xin Valley heard this place and frowned.

“Early this year, we obtained a specular magic treasure, which can simultaneously condense the consciousness of several people into it, and then instantly expand. Even if the mother of the worm is repaired to higher heights, she will never escape the detection of this mirror. Why not ask some friends to help me to explore the situation of the worm army.” The Lord of the Northern Doge's eyes flashed and said slowly.

“I didn't expect the Master of the Beidou Pavilion to have such a treasure. It is not necessary to delay the matter, so hurry and try the method. If we can detect each other's situation, the duel is very beneficial. The old man is confident that the power of God is strong enough to help the Lord of the Pavilion.” The old man of the black robe of the Magic Sect heard the words, and the joy of the conclave.

Others listened and nodded. Immediately, there were three more powerful gods, Tong Xuan, who were willing to help.