Jian San in the sky acted like a ball for half an incense stick of time.

Tear!

With a horrifying tearing sound, Jian San's body was cut in half by Lian Sheng's sword, and his soul was directly shattered.

"Hello, so strong... I admire... I admire you!" Jian San used up his last bit of strength and said in a deep voice while looking at Liansheng.

His tone was full of admiration and deep regret.

Then the breath dissipated, and the corpse turned into two huge golden bamboos, which contained sharp sword intent!

A gleam of light flashed in Liansheng's eyes in the sky, and the long sword in his hand kept shaking. Then a sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth appeared.

The law of the sword!

This is the second law of power that Lian Sheng has comprehended today, in addition to the law of Yin.

Putting away the sword in his hand, Liansheng looked at the two sections of golden bamboo and took them with a wave of his hand.

There was a hint of thought in his eyes. It turned out that Jian San was practicing Jianzhu Dao. No wonder he could comprehend the laws of sword in the early stage of Great Sage.

"This is a novelty food. I don't know if Dabai eats bamboo."

Liansheng waved his hand to put away the bamboo, and his figure flashed and appeared in front of the demon army.

"Congratulations to the Grand Steward for understanding the Law of the Sword!"

"Congratulations to the chief steward for comprehending the sword..."

The twelve demon kings congratulated Liansheng one after another with smiles on their faces, and in their hearts they were constantly urging themselves to become stronger faster.

"You also need to speed up your understanding of the laws." Liansheng nodded and said to the Twelve Demon Kings, then turned his gaze to Bone Copper.

Gu Tong quickly stood up and said to Lian Sheng: "Gu Tong thanks Master Lian Sheng for saving my life. I am willing to lead the Gu Clan to be loyal to you and follow your lead in the future."

After saying that, Gu Tong knelt on one knee on the ground. He knew that Lian Sheng saved him because he gave him the Wanguzhu last time, but he didn't think that Lian Sheng would help him if they met again in the future.

Moreover, he just learned that the Demon Cult army was planning to attack the entire northern part of Yangzhou, and the Bone Sect’s base was also in the north of Yangzhou, so they would definitely encounter each other.

It is better to surrender now, and Gu Tong really wants to join the Demon Cult. After all, the Demon Cult is no longer a small force now, and it has even surpassed the Venerable Realm forces in some aspects.

"There is a difference between surrendering to the Demon Cult and joining it!" Liansheng said in a deep voice while looking at Gutong.

The Demon Cult now covers a very large area, so it is naturally impossible to make every force join the Demon Cult every time it attacks them.

Surrendering to the Demon Cult means becoming a subordinate force of the Demon Cult, and will need to contribute half of the Demon Cult's income every year.

Joining the Demon Cult means officially becoming a disciple of the Demon Cult, and the Demon Cult will distribute resources to you every year.

There is an essential difference between the two!

"I am willing to join the Demon Cult and hope Lord Liansheng will accept me." Gu Tong said firmly.

"Okay, you can, but it's not easy to be a disciple of the Demon Cult. You, the disciple of the Bone Sect, need to pass an assessment before you can join!" Liansheng said to Gutong who was kneeling on the ground.

The Demon Cult now has very high requirements for recruiting disciples, so it is naturally impossible to accept all the disciples of the Bone Sect.

"Thank you, Lord Liansheng. From now on, I will swear to be loyal to you, Lord Liansheng, until death." Gutong knelt on the ground and shouted with a happy face.

Because from this moment on, it means that Gu Tong has a background and no one can bully him anymore.

"Set off!"

Liansheng shouted coldly, and the army of the Demon Cult once again flew towards the Jiuqu Clan in a mighty manner.

…

In a huge canyon in the north!

This is exactly the residence of the Jiuqu tribe, Jiuqu Valley!

At this time, in a hall in Quyang Valley, there were four or five figures sitting upright. They were very similar to the human leader, except that they had two more tentacles on their heads. They were the strong men of the Jiuqu tribe.

Their cultivation is around the first level of the Great Saint Realm.

Sitting right above was an imposing figure; he was Qu Yang, the patriarch of the Jiuqu tribe, and his cultivation was at the peak of the fourth level of the Great Sage.

At this time, Qu Yang was holding a strange piece of paper in his hand, and his expression kept changing as he looked at the information on it.

Then he threw the paper in his hand to the people below, who quickly took it and checked each other.

"Is this news reliable, Patriarch? Is it sure that it was sent by His Majesty the Ghost?"

"Yes, Chief, the Ghost Palace is elusive and the news cannot be confirmed!"

"Uh..." Several powerful men from the Jiuqu tribe below asked in surprise.

Because the information written on the paper shocked them beyond words.

Reward:

Kill the Demon Cult's chief eunuch Liansheng and you will be rewarded with a weapon of the Venerable Realm, a pill of the Venerable Realm, and ten pills of the Holy Realm.

Kill the Demon Cult's Great Protector Bai Haotian and you will be rewarded with one Supreme Realm Pill and ten Holy Realm Peak Pills.

Kill any other hall master, demon king, or guardian of the Demon Sect and you will be rewarded with ten holy realm peak elixirs.

Signed: Ghost Palace;

They couldn't help but be shocked by this information. You know, although all the great sage-level forces knew about the existence of the Ghost Palace, very few people had ever come into contact with it. What's more, the information on the paper this time was about the Demon Cult.

cough!

Qu Yang coughed lightly, and the other tribesmen in the hall immediately quieted down. Then Qu Yang said in a deep voice:

"This piece of paper suddenly appeared in my hands this morning."

What?

When Qu Yang said this, everyone else was instantly shocked.

"Chief, you mean you didn't notice when this piece of paper appeared in your hand?" A strong man from the Jiuqu tribe said in disbelief.

The other few people also looked at Qu Yang, until Qu Yang nodded with a wry smile, all the Jiuqu people believed this fact.

Since the person was able to put a piece of paper in his hand without even Qu Yang, who was at the peak of the fourth level of Great Sage, noticing it, the meaning of this was self-evident.

The other party must be at least a great sage, otherwise it would be impossible for the clan leader to not notice it at all, because this method is more than a hundred times more difficult than killing Qu Yang.

"Patriarch, if that's the case, then the information on this piece of paper should be true. Someone really has put a bounty on the life of a high-ranking member of the Demon Cult in the Ghost Palace."

Qu Yang nodded again. The information on the paper didn't matter to him at all.

"Everyone, tell me what to do. Should we just leave, or..."

Qu Yang looked at the people below and asked loudly. Originally, the entire Jiuqu tribe had made preparations to move out of the north of Yangzhou yesterday, and half of the tribe members had already moved.

The remaining half were planning to move today, but unexpectedly they received this bounty today, and the reward was so generous that Qu Yang couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Chief, we have received reliable information. In three hours at the latest, the Demon Cult army led by the Demon Cult's chief steward Lian Sheng will descend upon our Jiuqu Valley."

"And the Demon Cult leader Zhou Qiong is currently fighting with the Heavenly Demon Cult billions of miles away."

"According to reliable information, the Demon Cult's chief steward's cultivation has definitely not reached the Great Saint realm..."

A strong man from the Jiuqu tribe said slowly, with strange light flashing in his eyes.