Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

Both sides took their positions, waiting for the battle horn to sound.

Behind the crowd, Zhuang Caiwei pulled Ding Qitong: "Senior sister, is it the Demonic Emperor who brings people to fight? Is the war between immortals and demons about to begin?"

Ding Qitong looked solemn: "It's not Demon Lord Ye Zhetian. If he comes to challenge the immortal cultivators, one person will be enough. Why bring so many people."

Zhuang Cailing trembled: "So strong?"

"Who can resist the state of becoming a god?" Ding Qitong turned to look at Bai Wan'er, "The battle will start later, don't rush. If things go wrong, Wan'er will take Cai Ling and Cai Wei immediately return to Piaomiao Peak, close the door and not go out. "

"Senior sister, it can't be that..." Ding Qitong interrupted Bai Wan'er: "Go back and refine the elixir to revive the master. Do you remember it?"

"But..." Bai Wan'er still wanted to say.

"You can't be clever again. You must be obedient this time."

Ding Qitong glared at Bai Wan'er fiercely, and Bai Wan'er shut up.

A ray of light flashed in front of the two armies, and a person slowly descended from the sky. The leader of Tiandao Sect, Xuanji Zhenren, appeared in front of the two armies.

"Dragon protector Xiao, five hundred years ago the Demonic Emperor made a treaty with Master Lingxu of the Tiandao Sect. From then on, the immortal and demonic realms did not interfere with each other and practiced independently. Why do we need a large army to attack the spiritual realm conference now?"

Xiao Yan condescended: "The immortals and demons have always been incompatible. Ye Zhetian has disappeared for a hundred years, so his words are not accurate. Now that the demon world is powerful, it is natural to want to be the orthodoxy in this world."

Master Xuanji said: "The war between immortals and demons will inevitably end lives. Demon Lord Ye Zhetian and Master Lingxu made such a decision for the sake of all living beings. Now that Master Lingxu has ascended to immortality, although the Demon Lord has not appeared for a hundred years, he may not Death, what you say is disrespectful to the Demon Lord."

Xiao Yan's heart sank when he heard the commotion among the demon cultivators.

Ye Zhetian has accumulated prestige for a long time. Many people do not follow themselves wholeheartedly. As soon as his name came out, the demon cultivator was afraid. You have to stabilize people's hearts immediately. Otherwise things will be difficult to handle.

Xiao Yan waved his hand, and countless transparent ice arrows came like locusts.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan would kill him without making any sense during the conversation, so Master Xuanji quickly raised the Huntian Gong. Liangyi created a barrier of clouds and mist.

Thousands of ice arrows were swallowed up by the clouds and mist.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth, and he pulled his hands.

The vast clouds and mist were split apart by several streaks of purple thunder and lightning. The ice arrows re-condensed and flew towards the camp of the cultivators.

Master Xuanji unites the gongs of Hun Tian. The clouds closed again. At this time, Xiao Yan, who was in the air, suddenly separated a figure into the clouds and mist.

Thunder and lightning flashed out of the clouds, splitting the clouds into countless fragments. The Huntian Gong cracked a gap, then emitted a golden light and fell apart.

Yuwen Zelin and Zhang Mingyue took action at the same time. The Immortal Sword turned into blossoming sword flowers and blocked the ice arrows. Zhang Mingyue blasted out two huge flames, forming a fire wall ten feet high, melting the remaining ice arrows.

Only then did the cultivators behind the formation escape the disaster.

Master Xuanji's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that Xiao Yan had already reached the state of distraction, which was a level higher than the Yuanying of the Zifu leaving the body.

None of the immortal cultivators present have reached this level. No wonder Xiao Yan dared to engage in a battle between immortals and demons.

Xiao Yan sneered and said: "What, now the demon world is no longer Ye Zhe's world. Today I want you to bow to my feet."

Xiao Yan waved his hand; "To all the immortals in the demon world, today is a great opportunity to make contributions. Don't miss it!"

Seeing Master Xuanji's defeat at the hands of Xiao Yan, the demon cultivators became excited and started cheering. The immortal cultivator looked solemn, knowing that he was about to face a life and death battle, and the chance of winning was slim.

"Don't do anything!" A figure fell from the sky. It is the right protector Wei Feng.

"Xiao Yan, you launched a war between immortals and demons for your own selfish desires and caused the death of countless colleagues. You are so cruel!" Wei Feng stopped in front of the demon cultivator formation.

Xiao Yan smiled coldly: "So you are still alive. It just so happens that the person who killed the cultivator this time also gave you a ride." Wei Feng said: "The Emperor said that each path to cultivating an immortal has its own merits, and there is no good or bad. Everyone depends on their ability. You It is definitely not the right way to cultivate immortality for someone outside the world to kill for selfish reasons. If you do this now, the Emperor will never let you off lightly if he finds out."

Xiao Yan glanced at the demon cultivators below. Some saw the appearance of Wei Feng and backed away after hearing this.

Xiao Yan laughed: "Ye Zhetian is no longer alive, you don't need to use him to scare people. You were injured by me a few days ago, and you come to die today. I promise you!"

Xiao Yan waved his hand, and a huge flag stood in the sky behind him.

The wind was blowing, the flags were spread, and the demon cultivators were eager to try, just waiting for Xiao Yan's order.

"It turns out that there are times when you are bold."

Qingyue's lazy words came from the horizon, like a cold frost knife cutting across the sky and earth, freezing the words shouted by tens of thousands of demon cultivators in the throat.

"Someone dares to put an end to my life or death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big flag behind Xiao Yan split into pieces with a "click" and was burned to ashes before it even hit the ground.

"It's the Emperor" "It's the Emperor" "The Emperor is here" "The Emperor is not dead"... the whispers merged into a sound that echoed in the demon cultivator's camp.

Everyone was excited and looked towards the sky, but some people showed the fear of facing death.

Wei Feng was overjoyed and prostrated to the sky: "Wei Feng respectfully welcomes the Emperor!" As soon as Wei Feng knelt down, countless demon cultivators also knelt down and fell to the ground.

The immortal cultivators were even more worried, not knowing what the outcome would be.

If Demon Lord Ye Zhetian wanted the Demon Realm to win, there would be no need to fight this battle. The Immortal Cultivation Realm had no chance of winning and would not survive today.

If Ye Zhetian had no intention, there would be no need to fight this battle, and both sides would return to their respective positions.

Xiao Yan looked at the sky with a pale face: "Ye Zhetian, if you have the ability, come out. I'm not afraid of you!"

"You're not worth it!" The lazy voice sounded again.

Xiao Yan gathered all the spiritual power in his body, and the flames shot out from the body surface, burning fiercely, and the flames spread dozens of feet. This fire ignites when it encounters objects and connects the dots to form a line. Several miles around were immediately enveloped in flames.

All the immortal cultivators and demon cultivators jumped away as fast as possible.

This is a state of distraction with full firepower. If it touches a little, it will be seriously injured, or the bones will be shattered.

"Ye Zhetian, stop hiding. Kill me if you can!" Xiao Yan, in flames, roared towards the sky.

"as you wish."

A silver-white sky curtain descended and fell on the flames of the prairie fire. The flame disappeared silently.

Xiao Yan could hardly believe that the blazing sun fire that he had practiced for thousands of years was extinguished.

Xiao Yan wanted to cast another spell, but the white sky had already surrounded him. A bone-chilling chill traveled from the skin to the bone marrow, and finally entered the inner alchemy.

Xiao Yan watched as he became cold and stiff, with all his spiritual energy stagnant. When the inner elixir was frozen to the extreme, it began to shrink and burst.

Xiao Yan's body slowly melted into pieces of snowflakes falling on the ground.

All the demon cultivators were lying on the ground and did not dare to look, and all the immortal cultivators lowered their heads.

This is the power of the supreme strongman. Ye Zhetian didn't even show up, and turned a monk in the distracted state into nothing. (End of chapter)