Don't they know how terrible a ghost is?

Are those raging ghosts outside also raised by demons?

Originally, the demons released these raised ghosts just to catch them all in one go.

But who knows, the ghoul had a backlash.

This caused the entire Demon Palace to become a mess.

"Are you crazy?! Even the ghosts dare to raise them. What do you demons want to do? Do you want to ruin the entire world of cultivation?"

Wen Zhe said indifferently: "What's the use of ruining the immortal world? Of course, what our demons want is to unify the three realms and rule the world. Today Emperor Mingjun is dead, and the elites of your spiritual cultivation families have fallen, and the strength of the human race will inevitably be greater. Discount. But our demons have hundreds of millions of demons and hordes of ghosts. Wouldn't it be easy to kill your human race?"

"No, I shouldn't have killed them all."

A person next to Wen Zhe chuckled and said, "There should be more human spirituality. Whether it is a slave or a beast, it is also very fun. If all are killed, there will be no way to kill humans for fun, then Isn't it a great pity?"

The speaker is Wuxie, the captain of the second team of the Gorefiends.

He and the former leader of the Gorefiend team, He Lian Yanyue, including Wuzhuang and several elders of the Demon Clan, followed Wen Zhe.

Hearing Wuxu's words, several people immediately followed and laughed, and their faces also showed excitement and bloodthirsty rays.

However, the hearts of the devotees sank a little bit.

They gathered together tightly back to back, as if only in this way could they draw warmth from each other.

"Sect Master, now that the Emperor of the Extreme Region is missing, and the Demon Race is so rampant, what should we do?"

The devotees looked at the Yin-Yang Sect Sect Master Si Tiancheng with fearful eyes.

Now that Emperor Mingjun is missing, the only one with the highest prestige in the Tianmei Palace is Si Tiancheng, the Sect Master of Yin Yang.

Elder Huogu of the Siqing tribe also followed Si Tiancheng with fear and panic on his face.

They are a very small tribe. They came to participate in the Tianmei Banquet this time just to let the younger generation of the clan have a long experience and fulfill Leng Yumo's wish.

But who knows, things turned out to be like this.

Leng Yumo and Master Jingyuan didn't know where they were. The ghosts were raging outside, and there were dangers inside.

If this were the case, these spiritual practices would not be so desperate and fearful.

Even if you can't beat it, at least there is still a fight.

The hate is the hate, they are now in the Xumi Ring Space Tianmei Hall.

Here, the master of the mustard space is the only master.

Unless another person's cultivation base can far surpass "Zhong Li", the master of the mustard space.

Otherwise, they don't even have a chance to use their spiritual power.

Si Tiancheng's complexion was deep, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I have a [sacred object] on my body, which may be able to break through the shackles of the mustard space and fight for everyone a ray of life. But with my primary cultivation base of the Immortal King, I cannot support this [sacred object]. Too long."

Having said this, he took a deep breath, "We are not sorry to die, but someone must be able to escape from birth and inform the world of the demon's conspiracy. We can only find the Great Compassion Temple and let Bodhidharma come forward to punish the evil. Traitor, it is possible to stop the demon clan’s conspiracy, and return my immortal cultivation continent to a bright future."

They all have life-saving teleportation talisman and magic weapon, but these can't be used in the mustard space.