Demon’s Diary

Liu Ming was similarly surprised to see the scene, then quickly swept across the blood sea with divine sense, and his face was even tighter.

The smell in the blood sea gave it a hidden familiar feeling, which seems exactly the same as the blood monk who was possessed by the Sun surname of the Hao Yan Academy and called himself "blood ancestral uncertain”.

At this point, the three directions north, west and south of the battlefield are almost simultaneously abnormal!

At high altitude in the north, suddenly a deafening whistle was heard, and the sound was full of madness, seemingly containing disdain for everything in the world!

Then a brick of burning brown light emerged and crashed like a meteorite, landing on a hundred feet of giant peak in the north, the rubble splashed and the whole mountain instantly disappeared!

The brown light flashed again from the rubble and quickly flew towards the north side of the National Battle Formation.

In the bright light, you can see a red-haired, blushing bearded man, his fine, naked upper body muscles swelling, his hands, feet and feet running around the ground.

In the far west, a thin figure of all-over pitch black can be seen, and in the blink of an eye, it is approaching at incredible speed.

Look closely, but a skinny teenager with a layer of black bandages all around her body can tear apart a space crack by simply reaching for a slightly understated scratch.

This teenager is free to enter and exit space cracks and use them to fly fast!

Meanwhile, in the southern sky, the original blue sky and white cloud became very strange as if they had been dyed ink and green.

At the same time, a thick green atmosphere, in a wild surge, rolled towards the south of the People's War Formation.

Green, a bearded old woman with scabies all around her.

Whether it's the brown glow, the black figure, or the intense greenery, there's a horrible spiritual pressure that's no less than the blood sea!

Heran is another three Monks of the Tongxuan Realm!

“This sea of blood… is blood ancestral uncertainty!” The man on the blue fish was suspended in mid-air, constantly pouring his magic into the crystalline jade plate in front of him, his eyes sweeping east to the infinite sea of blood, his face slightly changed, he said.

“Not only him, if I'm not mistaken, the Jomtien mainland was turned upside down in madness, the Night Emperor Twilight Thousand Shadows, and the Toxic Princess Jiangyue came!” As soon as the Lord of the Pavilion of Beidou opened his mouth, he uttered words for the sake of all.

As soon as this was said, Brother Tong Xuan was present in the hearts and minds.

“These four people are said to have been sealed under the five-finger peaks of the Antarctic seabed by the Holy Highness of Luminous Mountain Cliff in those years, in the endless ice valley of the ice sea, in the silent wells of the gravel desert and in the wasteland swamps of the southern barbaric lands, how could they not...” Mrs. Tiangong Zongzhen said with a glimmer of doubt on her face.

“Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the seal of that year was already faint, after all, the cliff sanctity of that year did not reach eternal habitat.” This is what the skinny old man of the Magic Sect said.

“I'm afraid it's not that simple, how can these four demons get out of poverty at the same time and rush here at the same time...” The ancestor of the wood sky pointed his eyes at the sky, still trying to squeeze out the mother of the worm in the space crack, he said in great depth.

“If the four of them were truly related to the clan, the trouble would be enormous. Alas, it would be nice if the Cliff Holiness were still here.” Ask the middle-aged man, Hao Yan Xuan of the Academy, and smile.

“It is said that after Lord Cliff had banned these four people, he traveled through the clouds and went to the Eternal Life Avenue… After so many years, he had never heard where they appeared, and unless he had obtained the Avenue of Enlightenment, he would probably be long gone.” Ancestor Wood Sky said in a bleak tone.

In a few conversations, the eastern infinite sea of blood had swept in, and for a time, the blood mist was thick as liquid, and the bloody air had tumbled over.

Under the sweep of a raging wave of blood, hundreds of ethnic monks and tens of thousands of low-order worms could not be avoided. They drowned in blink, and then a dry human monk's body was ejected from the rear of the blood sea!

Low-order worms are thrown as well, but there's nothing to worry about except some dizziness!

“Xuan Qianzheng, today Jomtien has been invaded by a different people, and all life is in danger. You are at least a brother to the people. Do you still want to not think about repentance and help abuse?!” The thick voice of the wooden ancestors, coming from the middle of the sky.

“Hey, when this old cliff was born with nine days of voodoo demon chains and banned me as a monster for over 80,000 years in the Antarctic seabed, it's not a big joke to come and talk to me about the people brothers! Isn't he a compassionate man who cares about the world? I have vowed to avenge the blood of eight million mortals!” As the figure of a middle-aged man with long, bloody hair emerged from the sea of blood, a sneer appeared in his mouth and he said.

“Humph, when the cliff honored you as a people, it was not easy to repair. To make you repent, this did not hesitate to suppress you with the blood of one hand, turned into a five-finger peak. I didn't expect you to be so wolf ambitious. It seems that evil is evil after all!” Ancestor Wood Sky scolded angrily.

“It's useless, let's do it!” Xuan did not have the slightest intention of answering, after a cold hum, but saw his hands with a messy pinch, then shouted.

Loud and loud!

A bloody tentacle rolled out of the sea and swept across the camp of the Brothers of the Nation.

Where they passed, people and worms alike, fell as dry corpses.

Of the few moments during which the Mukko ancestor and Xuan were in constant dialogue, the other three also entered the north, west and south directions of the ethnic camp.

In the northern camp, the big hunk turned into a 100-height giant, his arms bursting empty, brown light flashed, illusory a dozen tall brown hills.

In a loud, sunny, thunderous drink, the infinite pressure came out of the giant's body, shaking the eyes of both the surrounding people, Venus, could hardly stand.

Then the two arms were rougher and rougher, and one round of sudden spinning, and the mountain peak in his hand was thrown hard somewhere in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

When even hundreds of human monks and low-order worms turn into meat mud.

And the Titan was so excited that he punched himself in the chest several times in a row with two fists and then rushed to the other side again...

In the western camp, the situation is even more unusual!

Skinny black belt teenager face with a slight indifferent smile, in the sea of insects, move like electric lightning fire, only to see its shadow, not to see its people.

And its shape can be stretched like a boneless drop, thickened, constantly variable, looks extremely elegant, yet weird.

Where it passed, a path of large and small space cracks appeared empty and passed away.

In the face of these ghostly space cracks, whether they be human brothers or giant monks, a little carelessly, the body was cut straight into pieces, and the dead Mo Min wondered.

In the south camp, at this moment, the green waves roll and the nostrils stink!

In the green mist that covered the sun, the old lady, who seemed like a rickety old woman, danced in the fog, her face was stretched with wrinkles, her vague eyes became green and clear, as if she was a little younger.

After seeing the dance of the old woman, the monks of Fang Yuanbao's people appeared as if they were drunk. Then they were either torn up by the surrounding clans or invisible and submerged in poison fog.

In the green fog, whether it's a human monk or a giant monk, it dissolves quickly, turning into a large slice of sticky green liquid, and then, as the old woman dances, the fog rolls over and rolls these green liquids straight up and is sucked into the mouth again by the old woman.

However, as the inhalation of green liquid increased, it gradually became younger, and the scabies on the body surface gradually disappeared. In the eyes, it became a middle-aged woman in her 40s...

One time, four screams!

Four directions of middle- and lower-class monks could not stop the evil repair of these four great dragons. In an instant, dozens of monks from the battlefield were killed directly.

With the arrival of these evil roads, the situation that had been stabilised by the people of Tongxuan could have been sacrificed to the town Zongfabao, the wind and cloud mutated again!

But now that half of the low- and middle-class worms are poisoned to death, how can the Jomtien Alliance give up the big picture?

Only that most of the Xuan Dynasty was dragged by the Mother of the Insect, and this battle gradually broke away from the control of the people and evolved into a real showdown of life and death.

With a sudden rumbling stream spreading through the Brothers of the Nation!

All disciples above the heavenly realm of Jan Than, who were to be placed in the center or in command of the battle, were mobilized.

These people, originally retained as the last cards of small, medium and large forces, were kept as the future of the Patriarch, and at a moment when the situation forced them, they had to be activated. After all, if we lose now, the Jomtien mainland will fall directly, with no chance of revival.

Suddenly, many monks formed the Falun Front, welcoming the evil way to the power of Xuan, and some heavenly realm monks directly aligned with the motherhood.

The battle has entered an unprecedented phase of pyrexia.

When Liu Ming, at the core of the battlefield, received a rumor that something was wrong, the surrounding area was surrounded by a group of middle- and high-ranking ethnic groups.

Liu Ming's face sank and his heart changed rapidly.

As things stand now, the way back must be devised as soon as possible.

Good thing he's got plenty of bugs around him, but at most he's at the level of the Realm, which gives him a good chance to get out of the circle.

Liu Ming immediately drank violently and rolled under the dark mist. The whole body turned into a black dragon and swept up. He entered directly into a swarm of worms not far ahead.

With his current mastery of the Dragon Tiger Underworld, these black fogs are like his own body, able to dance freely, and in conjunction with the sword shadow spectroscopy carried out on the bitter wheel sword, those ordinary Jin Dan realm worms, just between a rub, became necessary.