Zhou Qiong waved his hand and flew into the Nine Dragons Demon Chariot again! A hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. This was in line with his status!
All the members of the Demon Cult stood on both sides of the flying sedan again, except Dabai who seemed unable to sleep and kept jumping back and forth on the heads of the nine demon dragons!
“Roar, roar, roar!”
Nine magic dragons roared and pulled the flying sedan towards the Demon Cult's headquarters. The huge flying sedan seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and wherever it flew, it would cast a huge shadow below!
Along the way, all living beings looked at the magic dragon chariot flying in the sky in shock!
"Oh my god, isn't this the vehicle of Demon Zhou? I remember there were three magic dragons before, but how come there are nine now? Where did he catch such a rare magic dragon? Could it be the Tianjiao battlefield?"
"Why didn't this Zhou Motou die in the Tianjiao battlefield? There were so many Tianjiao, so why couldn't anyone kill him?"
"Ah, is this really a disaster that has lasted for thousands of years? Oh, heaven, earth, please send a great man to take this evil away!"
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After the Tianjiao battlefield ended, countless Tianjiao creatures returned to various races and forces! Then the news in the Tianjiao battlefield detonated the entire Eastern Region!
Everyone knows that the death rate on the battlefield is high. This time the death rate is not much higher than before, but it is completely different!
In the past, those who died were all weak geniuses, and most of the top geniuses from each major ethnic force would survive and be on the list. But this time, all the top geniuses died in the battle, and no one survived!
The one thousand places on the list are all disciples of the Demonic Cult!
The one who killed them was the same person, the leader of the Yangzhou Demon Cult, Zhou Qiong! This news instantly shocked all the forces in the Eastern Region!
In the east of Zhongzhou, a huge palace complex formed in the sky, stretching endlessly with no end in sight! In the middle of the palace sat a tall and majestic figure!
It seemed as if the sun and the moon were rotating in his eyes, making people dare not look directly at him!
A middle-aged man was kneeling below. The terrifying aura he exuded proved that he was also an unrivaled strong man, but at this moment he was trembling all over and was terrified!
A majestic and emotionless voice sounded.
"Guangyu is dead. He died on the Tianjiao battlefield!"
"Yes, the God Lord was killed by Zhou Qiong from Yangzhou, and he killed tens of thousands of top geniuses. It is said that Zhou Qiong was a disciple of the Demon Lord!"
"Demon Lord!" There seemed to be a hint of emotion in the voice!
"Go kill Zhou Qiong and you will be spared the death penalty!"
"Obey God's order!" The middle-aged man agreed and quickly walked out of the hall!
The middle-aged man's name was Yunque. At this moment, he looked towards the direction of Yangzhou with a complex look in his eyes. Guangyu was the descendant of the God.
And he was Guangyu's protector, but now Guangyu is dead, and he, the protector, is still alive, which is not allowed!
Now the only way to survive is to follow the order of the God and kill Zhou Qiong. But Zhou Qiong is said to be the disciple of the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is... Yunque didn't dare to think too much. As a protector, he had no choice but to pray that it was just a rumor!
An old man in a white robe appeared in the palace. He bowed to the God above and said, "God, why did you send Yun Que? If Zhou Qiong is really the disciple of the Demon Lord, it may be difficult for Yun Que to kill him!"
The majestic voice sounded again, "It's appropriate for Yun Que to go. If Zhou Qiong is not the disciple of the Demon Lord, then he can kill him. If he is the disciple of the Demon Lord, and the protector is the same as Yun Que, then whether he can be killed or not depends on Yun Que's luck!
If Zhou Qiong's protector is very strong and Yun Que is killed, then it proves that this person is a disciple that the Demon Lord values very much! Then this person cannot be touched in a short period of time! Guangyu is dead, so is he. The God Clan is not short of geniuses!"
"God, why are we, the gods, afraid of the Demon Lord?" the old man in white robe asked puzzledly!
"The Demon Lord is about to take that step!"
"What? How is that possible? It's not impossible in the Eastern Region..."
On the other side is the ancestral land of the Yangzhou Witch Clan, in a huge valley!
A burly man with a face full of anger looked up to the sky and shouted, "What, Wu Yuan is dead, Demon Cult... Zhou Qiong, even if you are a disciple of the Demon Lord, I will kill you!"
Ignoring the obstruction of the surrounding tribesmen, he picked up a stone axe and flew out!
At this time, an old man appeared in front of everyone with a cane. All the Wu clan members bowed and respectfully shouted "High Priest!"
The old man looked up at the burly man who had disappeared and sighed!
Next to him appeared a man wearing a giant tiger skin, emitting a terrifying aura. It was Wu Zhantian, the leader of the Wu Clan. He looked at the old man with a frown and asked;
"High Priest, what's wrong? Do you think Wu Zhe can't kill Zhou Qiong? Or are you worried about the revenge of the Demon Lord? Don't worry, my Wu clan is not afraid of the Demon Lord!"
The old man sighed again and said hoarsely, "The Demon Lord...I'm afraid he's going to take that step..."
The other tribesmen looked confused, but Wu Zhantian was the only one who looked shocked, with an incredible expression in his eyes. He then looked at all the tribesmen around him and said in a deep voice;
"If Wu Zhe doesn't come back, no one else is allowed to cause trouble for Zhou Qiong. Got it?"
At the same time, all the top geniuses' forces responded. Some directly sent strong men to Yangzhou to kill Zhou Qiong, while others were afraid that Zhou Qiong was really the disciple of the Demon Lord and did not dare to take action. Most of them went to take a look with a skeptical attitude!
At one time, there were so many powerful people flying towards the direction of the Demon Cult that it was terrifying!
On the other side, at the Demon Cult's headquarters, Tianmo Peak, nine demon dragons pulled a huge flying sedan and stopped on the back mountain. Zhou Qiong disappeared in the sedan, and when he reappeared, he was already on the demon dragon chair in the Tianmo Temple!
At the same time, a voice spread throughout the entire Tianmo Peak!
"Mo Wudao brought the ten great demon guards to the Heavenly Demon Palace! The rest of you should quickly absorb the gains from the battlefield!"
"Yes, sir!" The response spread throughout the entire Tianmo Peak.
Inside the Heavenly Demon Palace, Mo Wudao walked in with the ten demon guards behind him, and they all knelt on one knee in front of Zhou Qiong!
Mo Wudao had no expression on his face, but the other ten demon guards were all embarrassed. Because Zhou Qiong did not bring them to the battlefield this time, their current cultivation level was only the third level of the semi-saint! It was a pity that they could not keep up with Zhou Qiong! Even being a guard was a bit cheap!
Zhou Qiong could tell what they were thinking from their expressions, but he didn’t care because things would get better soon!
A pitch-black talisman appeared in his hand, which was the Demon Guard Upgrade Talisman. He crushed it directly. Immediately, the aura of the ten Demon Guards began to surge wildly without any pause, from the fourth level of Semi-Saint, to the fifth level of Semi-Saint, all the way to the ninth level of Semi-Saint before stopping!
Zhou Qiong didn't pay attention to them. His eyes turned to Mo Wudao. He wanted to see if this talisman would upgrade him to the Saint Realm!
The aura on Mo Wudao's body began to surge continuously and instantly broke through to the tenth level of Semi-Saint. Without stopping, his aura continued to surge!
Bang!
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