Changning Palace.
Emperor Chengtian staggered and pushed open the door of the imperial study.
His face was full of sadness.
The sky of Changning...collapsed!!
He would never have thought of it anyway.
He himself, Changning, would actually become the second force to lose its Saint King after Qiankun Academy.
The royal ancestor is a powerful saint king.
With the blessing of national destiny, who in the East Desert can kill him? ! !
However, he still died!
Where should the Changning Empire go after losing its Holy King?
At this moment, the eight saints have entered the territory of Mingzhou.
Quickly heading towards the God-Falling Plain.
Suddenly, heaven and earth wailed, and blood rained from the sky.
The eight people paused at the same time and stopped silently.
Of course they could sense that this was a sign of Emperor Qiming's fall.
After a moment of silence, the eight people turned around and returned the same way without any hesitation.
Damn, the Holy King was killed. How tough must the lives of these little saints be to dare to move forward!
At the same time, all the Saint Kings in the Eastern Wilderness were startled.
Yan Luo, who was madly training his subordinates in a small secret realm, suddenly stopped, flashed, and left the East Desert again.
"The Holy King has fallen? Who is it?" Yan Luo's face was uncertain.
In just one month, another Saint King fell.
The Eastern Wilderness is becoming increasingly unsafe.
Then his expression changed again.
Because he felt that the fortune of the Changning Empire had declined much more than before.
This is totally unreasonable.
Unless it is the fallen Holy King of Changning, that is, Emperor Qiming.
Damn!!!
Yan Luo gritted his teeth.
He had just blackmailed King Zhisheng and promised to help them deal with Da Gan.
In order to get that thing first, he made a vow to heaven.
He regrets it so much now.
One of the main forces of Fagan was killed.
Without Changning, the winning rate will drop by 20% to 30%.
But it is useless to think too much. By now, King Zhisheng should have known the news of Emperor Qiming's death. I wonder how he will respond?
It would be great if I could cancel the plan directly, and I would get a treasure for free.
Yan Luo fantasized about entering the secret realm again.
......
In another secret space.
The demons gathered together.
The Sky Demon Clan is very small in number, with only a few thousand people in the entire clan.
There are clear distinctions among the clan’s ranks.
The Demon King is supreme.
"Everyone, the outside world is very powerful and has great ambitions. They may want to pull the entire Eastern Wasteland into their territory. The timing of our Heavenly Demon Clan's incident is not good, so I have decided to temporarily avoid it for three thousand years. Do you have any opinions?"
The Demon King sat high up on the skull throne and spoke to the many high-ranking demons below.
"Da Gan is so powerful that he really needs to take shelter from the attack. Your Majesty is absolutely right. We will obey your orders!"
"I will obey the king's order!"
"Hmm..." The Demon King nodded with satisfaction.
"This place is the base of our Sky Demon Clan that has been operating for many years. It is enough for the Sky Demon Clan to cultivate for three thousand years. It should not be discovered by others. You are not allowed to go out within three thousand years, otherwise you will be expelled from the clan."
As soon as the Demon King finished speaking, he seemed to sense something, his face changed, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
The demons below looked at each other in bewilderment.
A moment later, the Demon King returned.
"Everyone, I suddenly feel that this place is not so safe. Bring your people and all the resources here, and prepare to follow me to the next stronghold!"
The Demon King said with a gloomy expression.
"King, what happened?" The Great Demon Elder asked tentatively.
This is what everyone wants to ask.
They had just moved, with their whole family to support, and it was very stressful.
"Emperor Qiming of Changning died in Mingzhou!"
The Demon King just left after saying a few words.
He is in a very bad mood.
How could Emperor Qiming, a perfect Saint King, die just like that?
It would be better to die than to die far away.
His base is in Yangzhou, next to Mingzhou.
How could he stay here any longer?
After the Demon King left, the other demons were also furious.
"Oh my god, that old guy was killed by someone?"
"Damn it, why are we in Mingzhou? It's just one state away. How is this different from being under someone else's nose? No, we have to run!"
"You idiot, stop talking nonsense. The most important thing is to run for your life!"
......
Vajra Temple.
The Buddha opened his eyes and then closed them leisurely.
The look of sorrow on his face became even more intense.
Who is next?
......
Sword Sect.
On top of the peak.
The Three Sword Saint Kings who had been in seclusion appeared, observed a moment of silence, and then jumped down.
Below is the forbidden area of their Sword Sect.
"The 24th generation leader of the Sword Sect requests an audience..."
From below the cliff came the respectful voice of the Three Sword Saint Kings.
.......
Among the demon race.
In a magnificent palace.
The Holy King of Qingqiu and many demon saints gathered together.
In the first seat, the Demon King of Qingqiu was leaning on the throne, with a pair of long white legs resting on the edge of the chair and nine white fox tails swaying behind him.
She also felt the fall of a Saint King.
But she wasn't that surprised.
She even guessed who did it.
Coming out of that place, what's so strange about killing a Holy King?
The demon race doesn't want anything now.
I just thought about how to survive.
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