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Chapter 46 Erba Liantai, the Holy Land of the Monster Race! [The second world is over! 】

After two lifetimes.

hundreds of years.

Wang Pan finally saw Erba Liantai Mountain again.

In the distance, 28 lotus terraces are floating in the clouds, bathing in the sun, fairy-like and holy.

in fact.

No matter in his past or present life, Wang Pan only watched these 28 lotus platforms from a distance, but never climbed them.Every time he approached, before reaching the bottom of the lotus platform, he could feel the sacredness and coercion. The monk's instinct reminded him that the front was dangerous and he should not go.

Therefore, in his previous life, Wang Pan never dared to go up Mount Erba Liantai for more than a hundred years.

As for this life——

"I want to 'end my life', but I still can't go up."

Wang Pan was very calm.

Although he was curious, he wanted to see what the scene above the 28 lotus platforms was like, and how holy it was, but since his life was in danger, it was better to take it easy.

Keeping your rating is the big deal!

After glancing at the 28 lotus platforms, Wang Pan lowered his head and continued on his way to where the Cangsong Department and the Honghua School used to be.

……

Advance hundreds of miles.

suddenly.

Wang Pan paused, grabbed a ray of breeze, and heard movement ahead.

He hurriedly set up the 'Photography Array', taking photos for a while, and saw the front -

A black cloud floated over, and one of the monsters fell according to the head of the cloud, and transformed into a seven-year-old urchin, naked and naked.

Behind it, hundreds of little demons waved their flags and shouted with great momentum.

What six or seven-year-old urchin!

It's clearly a changeling monster!
But when he saw this monster, he created a whirlwind in mid-air, roaring loudly, moving rocks and sand, which was indeed fierce.

Look at this good wind: Taotao is angry, the water is cloudy, and the black air is black and the sun is closed.The roots of the ling trees have been pulled out, and the branches of wild plums have all been flattened.The yellow sand is confusing, and it is difficult to walk. How can the strange rocks make the road flat.Rolling balls and rounds, the ground is dark, and the mountains and animals are roaring.

"Good power!"

Wang Pan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help being frightened.

Take a closer look.

In that mountain ridge, there was an old demon leading the little demon out of battle, the two sides fought in one place, the fight was so dark.While fighting, shouting.

Wang Pan listened carefully to the wind, and finally heard: "So that's how it is!"

……

"You old bastard, you're so ignorant!"

"There are already three demon kings, seven commanders, and fifteen great demons under the demon god seat of my family. A certain man is the commander of the fourth road under the demon god seat. So what if you don’t go down? There are other commanders to help, and even the demon king is here.”

"You are an old demon, how can you resist?"

The seven-year-old naughty boy grasped the wind, his voice was crisp, but his tone was old-fashioned: "I see that you are not weak. If you enter my Holy Land, you will be more than enough to lead the way! When the Holy Land rules the world, are you still worried about your future?"

The naughty boy couldn't help persuading him.

One battle after another.

Obviously, the old demon on the opposite side was persuaded, and his parry was no longer active, and his resistance was no longer fierce.

It has been hiding in this valley outside Erba Liantai Mountain for many years. It has thousands of little demons under its control. It doesn't have much training on weekdays, it's just a mob.

In recent days, I have also heard that there is an old demon on Erba Liantai Mountain who calls himself the 'Demon God' and has successively conquered many big demons around him, claiming to build a holy land for the demon clan.

In that inner circle, many big demons who were unwilling to surrender had to flee or die.

The old demon thought it was out of his turn.

But I never thought that today there would be such a commander leading troops to call for an array to persuade him to surrender.

A mere leader of the Fourth Route can fight back and forth with it.Further up, the leaders of the first three routes, as well as the three demon kings, and the demon god, if they come, it will be hard to resist.

Either go or go down.

A decision must be made early.

After the three battles, the old demon thought clearly: "Grandpa is free and easy, and will never be a slave!"

It laughed.

Immediately, a group of demon soldiers was abandoned, and the wind and fog gathered, and the body changed in the process, but a wild goose got the way.At this time, it turns into its original shape, gathers fog and wind, flaps its wings, and disappears without a trace.

"Tamp the goods!"

"You will regret this!"

Seeing this, the naughty old devil sneered.

This kind of big monster, it has seen a lot.

Over the years, the Holy Land has attacked all directions and subdued the monsters——

Reckless and stupid, he fought to the end and died in the end!
If you are lazy and tired, you want to be free. If you can't fight, just run away!

As everyone knows, the magic power of the demon god is boundless, and the holy land will eventually rule the world, and it is the right time to join the group at this time.

"Humph!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Give up a great opportunity!
The urchin old demon shook his head, led the troops into the valley, and rested for a while, and by the way, collected the thousands of demon soldiers left by the old demon Hongyan.

In the early days of the Holy Land, although he was the leader of the fourth line, as long as he has enough records, he may not be able to look forward to the position of the demon king: "28 lotus stands, 28 demon kings, and 25 seats, I have hope!"

……

"Demon God!"

"Holy place!"

A few days later, Wang Pan roughly figured out what happened to Erba Liantai Mountain from the mouth of a little demon.

decades ago.

A strong man came to the "Two Eight Lotus Terraces" and called himself the "Demon God". He fought invincible opponents from all directions. The great demons who practiced in the 28 Lotus Terraces defied the odds and finally "reached an agreement" and surrendered to the "Demon God". Next, he became a member of the Holy Land.

Just a few decades.

There are now 25 transformed demons in the Holy Land. Among them, the weakest one is called the 'Big Demon', the one above is called the 'Commander', and the one above is called the 'Demon King'.

Demon God!

Demon King!

Command!

Big demon!

Form four levels of status and four levels of power.

As for the further down, the little monster who was born out of the sky was completely useless compared to the size of the Holy Land. The exact number of the little monster captured by Wang Pan was completely unclear.

but--

"25 shape-changing demons!"

Gee!

The grass-roots team of 'Holy Land' is a little bit decent.

It's only been a few decades.

After decades or even hundreds of years, who knows how big this 'Holy Land' can develop.

"Could it be that, when I come in in my next life, after 360 years, this 'Holy Land of Liantai Mountain' has become a big climate?"

The king plate cannot be determined.

But he knew that the enmity between the Cangsong Department and the Red Flower Sect would be difficult to deal with.

Gein -

"Your Majesty the Demon God!"

"In the Holy Land!"

"One of the three demon kings, the Six-chi Demon King!"

The great six-chi demon!

It was the demon king!

……

"Judging from the strength of the urchin leader, since Liuchi is the demon king, his strength must surpass it."

"With its strength—"

"In its position—"

Wang Pan shook his head.

He is now lowly cultivated and lonely, and he is not at the same level as the Liuchi Demon King.

Don't think about it for now.

Bypassing the commander of the naughty boy, Wang Pan moved forward.

this way.

The closer the distance to Erbaliantai Mountain, the greater the probability of encountering monster soldiers on the way.The camps of demon soldiers are scattered like stars, scattered among mountains and rivers, but these camps basically don't have ghosts in charge, and most of the daily drills are very sloppy.

But this posture!

Look at the scale!

"The ambition of the demon god!"

"Potential of Holy Land!"

Really should not be underestimated.

Wang Pan was cautious and rushed to Bamian Mountain.That is the last mountain gate of the Red Flower Sect, and it is also the 'Holy Land' in the eyes of the Cangsong tribe.

en route.

Although there are a large number of monster soldiers, as long as there are no big monsters in command, they are just some reborn little monsters compared to the Taoist stage, and there is no threat to Wang Pan.

With just one limit-breaking 'breathing restraint method', Wang Pan's breath is completely restrained, and those little monsters can't detect it.

In addition, Wangpan also has 'Yufeng', 'Wangqi' including 'Zhaoyingzhen', which is quite good at seeing opportunities.

No surprises all the way.

Arrive at home smoothly.

……

say arrival.

In fact, it didn't arrive.

Wang Pan stayed thousands of miles away, and set up a photo array, only watching from a distance.

Through the photo array, he saw that Bamian Mountain had long ago collapsed and collapsed, and the former Immortal Holy Land had been reduced to ruins. From the ruins, he could vaguely see the heroic spirit of the Six-chi Demon King when he attacked the mountain gate.

Bamianshan!
It was shattered by the six blades, leaving behind six valleys and cliff valleys. To this day, hundreds of years later, there is still a strong demonic aura and murderous intention lingering around.

It is difficult for humans and animals to survive!
This mountain has completely become a restricted area for life.

"What a Liuchi!"

Looking at it from a distance, Wang Pan was shocked for a while, and finally had a clearer understanding of the strength of the Liuchi Demon King.

I have seen Bamian Mountain.

Let's go to the old place of the Cangsong Department.

Back then, when Wang Panzuohua, the Cangsong tribe had developed into five large tribes, called the "Cangsong Wubu".After Wang Pan's death, the Cangsong five tribes developed, migrated and multiplied for more than a hundred years, and now there are more than 20 tribes with a population of more than [-].

But that's the pinnacle.

after that.

With the arrival of the Demon King of Liuchi, the Red Flower faction was in trouble, and the Cangsong tribe was also raised in captivity and reduced to blood food.

nowadays.

The solid foundation laid by Li Yuan for the Cangsong Department for a hundred years has already collapsed.

From buildings to institutions!

All collapsed!

The demon king was kept in captivity and returned to barbarism.

For example, what Wang Pan saw now was a barbaric tribe that drank blood from its hair, and there was no trace of the Cangsong tribe at all.

Education is difficult!
Construction is difficult!
But destruction and collapse are too simple.

"If Li Yuan knows that the Cangsong tribe has fallen to this point, he will be sad."

But Li Yuan has no chance to avenge, and has no chance to rebuild, because when he comes back in the next life, it will be 12 years later.

Things are wrong.

The vicissitudes of life.

Perhaps there will no longer be any trace of the Cangsong Department’s existence.

"including me!"

"This life is over. After 360 years, when I come in again, I may not be able to see these traces of the Cangsong Department and Bamian Mountain."

"Even the demon gods and holy places may be changed and wiped out after hundreds of years."

Under the torrent of time.

Everything is possible.

Hong Huang asked!

Forever!

Wang Pan took one last look at the Cangsong Department, one last look at Bamian Mountain, and one last look at his dug-up 'grave mound'.

Shake his head.

Turn away.

The revenge of the previous life will be avenged in the next life.

this life.

He is dying.

……

Two years later.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

Small bridge and flowing water people.

Wang Pan sat down and died at the age of 182.

……

PS: The second world is over!

(End of this chapter)