It is said that this demon king is definitely very intelligent, as he chose to attack late at night.

In the dead of night, everyone was awakened by a deafening roar. Even though everyone was awake, they could not continue with the work at hand.

When they listened carefully, they couldn't help but frown, as if the demon cultivators were trying to show off their strength, and there were all kinds of roars.

Now, there was no need for the city to send out a notice, everyone knew that the monsters were attacking, and they all rushed to their own city gates as soon as possible.

Yang Lan'er came to the east gate in embarrassment, stood on the battlement, and looked at the dark mass on the opposite side from afar.

The monks are not sleeping, what's the point of attacking at night?

Moreover, all cultivators have the ability of night vision. Is there anything special about attacking at night? Could it be that the leader of the other side thought that it would be more lively at night? Moreover, these demon cultivators shouted loudly, but they did not actually attack immediately. They stood far away waiting for orders. Anyway, they were already exposed, so it made no difference whether they attacked earlier or later.

I don’t know what the story is like in the novel, because my vision follows the heroine. When Hao Xinqing arrived at the battlefield, it was already very tragic. The author did not mention what the beginning was like.

But now, Yang Lan'er felt very embarrassed. If it weren't for the fact that the current momentum had already started to become tit-for-tat and there was not going to be any bloodshed in a moment, she would have almost thought it was a farce.

The demon cultivators who led the charge were naturally the weakest, some of them were even in the foundation-building stage. Yang Lan'er frowned, not understanding the demon king's intention of doing this, to let his own people die? However, the beastly wolf holding a stick was quite intimidating in size and eyes.

What is this pig demon with a protruding belly, fangs, and walking upright? Well, if that image is carrying a rake, it will be the second brother.

There were also birds holding something in their claws. Yang Lan'er scanned those claws in doubt. She didn't know what they were. Could they be dropping bombs from the air again? Just when Yang Lan'er was confused, two people suddenly appeared beside her and whispered, "I greet the Madam."

"Hmm?" Yang Lan'er turned her head and looked: "Are they all Qin Muyan's people?"

Therefore, Kongchen Palace would not miss such an opportunity to train and increase strength. After all, everyone was in disguise and mixed in with the casual cultivators, so who would notice them? At most, they would sigh that they didn't know where the master came from and pass it by.

"My name is Lan Yi." The man with a slightly cold expression said lightly.

Yang Lan'er subconsciously looked at his clothes. Even though they were not entirely blue, they still had that color. Could this be a hidden hint?

"My name is Xuanyi." The other expression was much warmer, and the look in his eyes was a little confusing for Yang Lan'er to understand.

Xuan Yi? Isn't this from the Seven Colors of the Rainbow? Yang Lan'er complained silently, but when she thought about it, it was impossible for there to be only seven people in the entire Kongchen Palace.

Judging from Qin Muyan's tone, there should be quite a few people.

However, no matter how confused she was, Yang Lan'er didn't bother to ask, as practicing demon cultivation was the most important thing at the moment.

"When did you come?" Yang Lan'er asked casually, her eyes falling on the demon cultivators on the opposite side again. Now, they were all beast-shaped demon cultivators. Without the Nascent Soul, they could not transform into humans. It was impossible for the demon cultivators to use the Nascent Soul stage demon cultivators to take the lead as cannon fodder.

It is already very rare for a human cultivator's Nascent Soul to be a master, standing at the top of the cultivator's pyramid. It is even more so for a demon cultivator, who will only be valued as a treasure by the demon king.

"I came after dark. I wanted to see the madam tomorrow morning. Who would have thought that there would be an attack tonight." The man in black spoke, and he was obviously more eloquent than the man in blue.

Yang Lan'er nodded. No one could have thought of that! "Many of the people in front are in the Qi Refining Stage. Is the Demon King going to use them to die?" Yang Lan'er asked this question.

Now, human cultivators who are refining Qi or building foundation will never come to the Demon City, and they are at least in the consecration period.

Xuan Yi looked into the distance with an ordinary face and smiled softly, "Madam, can you see that those who are used as cannon fodder are all races with relatively large numbers and fast reproduction?"

"Yes, indeed." Yang Lan'er was reminded of this and instantly realized: "Using this method to reduce the population, the survival of the fittest?"

"The higher the level of the demon cultivator, the more difficult it is to reproduce offspring. Demon cultivators attach great importance to the nobility and purity of their bloodline. Too many of these low-level beasts will be a burden, and they will dilute the resources. They cannot have very high cultivation levels, so naturally the survival of the fittest is necessary. In the demon cultivator community, life is actually more cruel than that of humans." Xuan Yi's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm.

Human cultivators, when at a low level, might be even worse than demon cultivators. Sometimes, just waiting to die is even more cruel.

"Hehe, this is really... a place where you can shed your blood." Yang Lan'er actually didn't know what to say.

The demon cultivators are ruled by a demon king, and other demon tribes are absolutely submissive to the demon king. Human cultivators have no unity, so in terms of cohesion, the demon cultivators are actually better.

However, this demon king is also very powerful. He actually allowed these beasts that were destined to be abandoned to exert their life blood, which can more or less consume the power of human monks.

Touching his chin, Yang Lan'er had other doubts. So many beasts died here, and it seemed that human cultivators would not receive sin points. Wouldn't that mean that all the sins would be counted on the head of the demon king? Oh my god, no wonder the demon kings in history were so horrible when they went through the tribulation. Eight or nine out of ten would be destroyed by the thunder. Is it because they became immortals in the form of beasts? Yang Lan'er always felt that this should be because they committed too many sins during their cultivation. The way of heaven is fair. Although there are some restrictions on beast cultivators, there is no discrimination.

If it was a demon cultivator who was well behaved and had never been stained with blood, Yang Lan'er didn't believe that the heavenly tribulation would torture him to death.

Of course, this is somewhat contrary to the belligerent nature of demon cultivators. It seems unlikely that demon cultivators will never be stained with blood.

Emma, ​​after going around in circles, Yang Lan'er was confused by her own thinking. No wonder many TV dramas on Earth always persuade demons to do good. In fact, it is not without reason. If the demons are killed less, the heavenly calamity will be weaker. This is definitely true.

While Yang Lan'er was still daydreaming, the beasts on the opposite side seemed to have received some orders. Their eyes were red with full fighting spirit, and they rushed towards the city gate with howls.

Now that everyone is prepared to this point, there is no need for any tricks. It all depends on strength and numbers.

The dense numbers, the earth-shaking roars of the beasts, and the indomitable momentum give people goosebumps just by looking at them.

Those who were more timid and had never seen such a scene turned pale and their legs trembled.

"Master... Master, have these demon cultivators... all taken medicine?" There was a weak and skinny man next to him. He leaned back against the person next to him in fear, seeming to want to hide.