Su Tianyang looked solemn and murmured.

"No wonder. I heard from Brother Haoran that there were several plots to trap and kill people, but the news was leaked and known in advance, resulting in heavy losses."

"The Pure Yang Saint and the Divine Sword Dao Lord represented the Qingtian Dao Realm back then, and they perished because of it. That battle... is said to have sunk several small worlds."

"I originally wanted to conduct a thorough internal investigation, but the catastrophe struck and it was too late. Now it seems that this is the reason."

Ye Changqing felt indignant for the Pure Yang Saints and others. They sacrificed their lives to protect the people, but the Taoist school that occupied the core resources remained forever.

If it weren't for my appearance, forces like Chunyang Holy Land, Divine Sword Sect, and Qingyang Sect would have been destroyed long ago.

They worked so hard, but in return their descendants were suppressed.

If they knew about this, I'm afraid... those saint marks would be disheartened.

Seeing that the other party was wavering, Yuan Feng's mouth corners rose slightly. The mentality of these human warriors was really weak. They were shaken by just a few words.

Now that the great era is about to begin, if we can control the spiritual world, it will expand rapidly in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is to find the Su family's ancestral land.

In ancient times, the Su family was one of the seven great kings, with great power spread throughout the heavens.

The battles in countless eras were all extremely fierce.

The lineage of the Demon Ancestor wants to destroy the ancestral lands of the seven human kings, damage the fortune of the entire human race, and seize the power of the human race.

Let this clan disappear forever from the heavens.

As long as one successfully destroys one of the royal family's ancestral lands, he will become the Demon Emperor's personal disciple.

Yuan Feng suppressed the younger generation of the Wanmo Clan. His ancestors were once great emperors, but unfortunately they died in the ancient times. The clan has declined over the years, so naturally they want to return to the top.

After the ancestors' deduction, they spent thousands of years of their lifespan, avoided the fate of the human race, and spied on the Su family's ancestral land, which happened to have a cause and effect relationship with the Qingyang Sect outside the magic cave.

As long as the magic seed is planted, it will be enough to find the Su family's ancestral land.

And... the expansion of the Lingyuan Realm is also extremely important. The Dantian of human cultivators contains rich spiritual energy and the laws of Tao. Refining it into blood food can quickly improve cultivation.

However, the prerequisite is that the strong ones of the Wanmo clan can enter the Lingyuan Realm.

Otherwise it's all empty talk.

As for the Protoss, although they cooperate with the Shinto League, they have always been on guard and only the younger generation is allowed to enter.

As for wanting to cross a realm and directly start a war, it is too difficult.

In this era, spiritual energy is thin and the channels to all realms are blocked. If you want to cross the starry sea, you need massive resources, and it is impossible to determine the coordinates, so it is very difficult to find.

The easiest way is to go through the channel between the two worlds.

And... Yuan Feng didn't think the other party would refuse.

According to the intelligence they deduced, the Qingyang Sect is now surrounded by enemies, so it would be better for them to join the demon clan in order to protect themselves.

Immediately, he continued speaking indifferently, "Planting the demon seed can allow the Qingyang Sect to continue its incense for a hundred thousand years."

"Submit to me, and I will grant you eternal life."

"Consider this for ten breaths."

"I hope to get a satisfactory answer."

The atmosphere in the field became solemn, and the demon army clad in black armor slowly advanced forward.

The sound of orderly and heavy footsteps, like the roar of thunder, spread throughout the heaven and earth.

The strong smell of blood filled the nose, making people's heart palpitate.

At this time, a childish voice sounded.

"Who do you think you are to be followed by my young master?"

"The atavistic imperial blood can only reach 70% at most, not even pure blood."

A dragon roar sounded, and a true dragon baby appeared on the side, with a pale golden divine light covering its body and five claws stretched out.

The pale white sharp divine light fell directly in front of the Ten Thousand Demons Army, creating a crack, and was extremely powerful.

The young True Dragon showed a look of disdain. With this level of talent, he wouldn't even look at anyone entering the Dao Palace.

The first of the Ten Thousand Dao Divine Body attained the throne and dominated several eras in the ancient era.

Without even the pure imperial blood, how could he be worthy of being followed by his young master?

Isn't this a joke?

Ye Changqing glanced at the cracks on the ground that were dozens of feet long, and an indifferent voice rang out: "Be it the Ten Thousand Demons or the Gods."

"Anyone who crosses this line will be killed."

So what if a Quasi-Emperor was in charge? The Heavenly Dao of a Realm hadn't fallen yet, so how could they allow the other party to enter the Spiritual Origin Realm?

A smile appeared on Yuanfeng's face.

"Interesting, really interesting."

"Mi Lao."

An old and frail demon warrior walked out, dressed in a black robe, but his whole body was filled with a faint holy aura.

"Human boy, there are some things that are beyond your control."

"We are not taking action, we are just giving you a chance."

He took a step forward, crossed the crack in the ground, and was about to take action.

Su Tianyang was horrified when he saw this, because... there were several saints of suppressed realms in the military formation.

Their realm was suppressed at Tianxuan, but both their physical body and their control over the Dao were far superior to those of the same level.

"The saint has not been killed yet."

"Today, you can give it a try."

The Qilin sword on Ye Changqing's waist kept trembling, and suddenly it was unsheathed, turning into a long rainbow and shooting out.

"Comparing weapons?"

A sneer appeared on Mi Lao's withered face.

He brought out a pitch-black long sword of extremely high grade, and directly activated the meaning of the Great Dao, which covered the blade. The sword light was several feet long and dazzling, and it slashed across.

“Clang!”

The swords collided, sparks flew, and a crisp sound was heard, but the long black sword broke into two pieces.

Mi Lao's face changed suddenly.

How is this possible?

Even his own magical weapon couldn't withstand this sword?

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