hey demon

Chapter 704
On the other side, the eighteen ghost prison pillars piercing the sky and the earth shattered and turned into purple crystal sand all over the sky. At this moment, all the disciples of Longhu Mountain who fought bloody battles cheered, because this meant that they had defeated those who dared to invade Longhushan. The ghost of the mountain gate.

Above the sky, he waved his hand to collect the fisherman's remnant soul and many trophies. Without caring about searching for the soul, Zhang Chunyi turned his attention to the scattered hunting sharks.

Because the power of the sea road species before cooking is put on the burning fishing line, the loss of these rough-skinned and thick-skinned hunting sharks is actually not big, and as a monster, the intelligence of this race is not high, more He always acted on the basis of his bloodthirsty nature. If he left it alone, it might cause a lot of trouble.

Thinking in this way, Zhang Chunyi stretched out his palm again, and the next moment, the yin and yang scissors manifested again, and the target pointed directly at the group of hunting sharks with 100,000 years of cultivation.

After getting out of control, compared with other hunting sharks, this monster showed more obvious malice. It wanted revenge and vented its desire to kill, so that it set its sights on Zhang Chunyi.

However, it didn't rush up immediately, but gathered the sharks. If it was normal, considering the value of the sharks, Zhang Chunyi might have kept it, but now Zhang Chunyi didn't have the time.

Roar, the dragon chants, the yin and yang energies open up the void, there is no time to dodge, the group of hunting sharks can only resist.

The carnivore is brave and fierce, and can become the king of shark hunters. It has a body of steel and iron, far surpassing monsters of the same level, but at the next moment, a hint of confusion suddenly appeared in its fierce eyes.

I saw the yin and yang scissors gently closing together, and the proud body of the shark hunter kings was split into two, as if it was paper, and under the strangling of the yin and yang, their spirits also returned to silence. A demon king who had 100,000 years of cultivation and was comparable to a monk of pure yang fell like this.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi's expression didn't change at all. The supernatural powers of the group of shark hunters were too simple. Although their physique was strong, they were nothing compared to the yin and yang scissors.

If it had commanded the pack of sharks in time, it might have struggled a bit, but unfortunately it had just escaped the fisherman's control, and it hadn't done that yet.

After killing the hunting shark king, Zhang Chunyi didn't make any more moves when he saw the hunting sharks fleeing in all directions. Although the supernatural power of Yin-Yang Erqi Scissors is sharp, the consumption is also astonishing. Borrowing the power of the lunar star, it is impossible for him to continuously use the yin and yang scissors in a short period of time.

"The remaining demon sharks can be handed over to the disciples of Longhushan and those members of the Dao League who came to support. There are still a few demon kings in it, but this is land after all, not the ocean. As long as they are not allowed to form an formation, we can deal with it It's not hard to get up."

"The most troublesome thing now is Yin Mingtian."

His gaze dropped, as if seeing Yin Mingtian, Zhang Chunyi frowned.

According to the news from Heishan and Wusheng, the turmoil in the Yinmingtian has swept across the entire Black Wasteland, and the weird purple mist permeates wantonly, and all the ghosts shrouded in it have lost their senses. Longhu Mountain has been operating in the Black Wasteland for many years. It had already been destroyed, and if Montenegro hadn't retreated decisively enough, it might be trapped in it now. Now they can only hope that the river of death can stop this change.

"The Wude River is indeed miraculous, but if the underworld is really behind this incident, it may not be so simple. Although the Wude River is a natural moat, it is not impossible to cross it."

Thinking about it, Zhang Chunyi calculated various possibilities.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes, according to Montenegro's estimation, even a false immortal would be hard-pressed to resist that kind of accident. The demon king who has been cultivated for a year can't help but tremble in his heart.

"Perhaps we should let all the forces of Longhushan in Yinmingtian withdraw and cut off the Yinyang road, so that no matter how amazing the changes in Yinmingtian are, they can't threaten the Yang world, but the problem is that once the Yinyang road is broken, Sleepless ···”

With a thought, Zhang Chunyi's figure disappeared.

After a while, Zhang Chunyi came to Yinyang Road again after going deep into the underground yin soil.

After a period of time, the Yin Qi here became more and more intense, and the air was filled with obvious decaying Qi. Even with the help of the Human Smoke Building, Wumian still failed to capture a little life in death.

"I will buy you a little more time, but if it really gets to the point where nothing can be done, I will decisively cut off the Yin-Yang road."

Looking at the burial coffin bound by iron chains, Zhang Chunyi said.

The sound came out, and there was silence in the void, and no one answered.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi sighed in his heart. If possible, he didn't want to give up Wumian, but he wouldn't hesitate if the matter really reached an irreparable point.

In the final analysis, Wumian was only transformed by his second soul, in order to make him walk more smoothly on the road, to escort him, and not to become his burden.

For this point, Zhang Chunyi has always seen clearly.

With a flash of his figure, Zhang Chunyi crossed the Yin-Yang Road and walked into the Yin-Ming Tian.

But at this very moment, in the depths of Yinmingtian, even more terrifying changes are taking place.

In the Netherworld, there is a circular light mirror floating in front of him, and knowing the fate frowned when he received the news that just came.

"The fisherman was defeated? Besides Wumian, Longhushan actually has a false immortal, but how is this possible? Although the head teacher of Longhushan is a genius in cultivation, he is only a pure yang so far. It has been confirmed repeatedly, it is not wrong, could it be said that the other party has mastered some kind of secret method that can explode the combat power of false immortals?"

A thought appeared, almost instinctively, Zhiming approached the truth of the matter.

There are not many clues in her hands now, but her own talent can always allow her to be favored by fate, and she is close to the truth of the matter without knowing it.

"The true strength of Longhushan is beyond expectations. With the defeat of the fisherman, the plan in Yangshi has completely failed, but..."

Thinking about it, Zhiming turned his gaze to the circular light mirror in front of him, which reflected the black wasteland shrouded in purple mist, the Wusi River, and the gray-white desolation opposite the Wusi River.

At this moment, the purple mist has completely enveloped this black wasteland and touched the Wusi River. There are horrific howls of ghosts constantly ringing out inside, faintly converging into waves.

Seeing such a scene, Zhi Ming's frowning brows were quietly smoothed away.

"The general situation has been established. Even if Longhushan eliminates the fisherman, the pseudo-immortal, it will be difficult to really change the situation. When this force takes shape, even the pseudo-immortal will be nothing more than food."

"Longhushan's influence in Yinmingtian will definitely be wiped out. If they are smart enough, they should immediately withdraw from Yinmingtian, and then cut off the Yinyang road. In this way, they can survive for a while, but it's just a living. Of course, Yinyang road can cut off, but the traces they left behind are hard to erase, and the Naihe Bridge can cross more than just the River of Death.”

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Zhiming threw the fairy artifact Naihe Bridge.

In the next moment, the Naihe Bridge, shaped like a wooden bridge, manifested above the Wushi River, straddling both banks. At this moment, the restless purple mist, which had been accumulated for a long time, seemed to have found a gate to vent, rushing in like a flood. In the gray and white wasteland, its momentum is mighty, unstoppable, and it wants to swallow everything.

Seeing such a scene through the round light mirror, Zhiming revealed a smile on his face covered under the veil.

(End of this chapter)