After Luo Wushuang signed in remotely, he asked his clone to continue monitoring the red-armored guards.

He had a hunch in his heart that if these red-armored guards appeared at this moment, something must have happened.

Inside the Holy King's Palace.

Mo Tianhe stayed alone in the room, and a disk appeared in his hand.

The disc trembles and the light shines.

A sharp young man's voice came from inside the disc.

"It's time to start."

There were only a few faint words, and after finishing speaking, the disc stopped vibrating.

Mo Tianhe took back the disk, walked out of the room, and immediately dispatched his troops.

Not long after, hundreds of practitioners gathered in the Holy King's Hall, more than half of whom were in the Holy Realm alone.

All of them were wearing silver armor and holding weapons.

Mo Tianhe stood in front of everyone, and after scanning, he said: "Let's go! Kill people when you see them, kill monsters when you see them!"

"yes!"

Hundreds of practitioners responded in unison.

Then they immediately dispersed.

This was an extremely sudden riot, without any warning and no chance for anyone to react.

But this is another long-planned plan.

In the Flame Tower, Luo Wushuang opened his eyes.

Just now, Zhao Tiandong received news that there was chaos outside, and the silver-armored guards from the Holy King's Palace came out to slaughter the practitioners in the upper heavens crazily.

Luo Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that it has already begun, I must improve as soon as possible!"

Luo Wushuang immediately sent out his mounts and disciples.

His disciples are not weak in strength now, and they are all in the realm of the Great Sage.

After dispatching them, Luo Wushuang immediately asked Sun Wukong and the Demon Slayer Alliance to support him.

And he continued to practice.

Luo Wushuang had a strong feeling that he was only one chance away from breaking through, and it might not take long for him to break through.

…

In Death Valley, figures flew out one after another.

Qinglong, Zhuque, Bi Fang, Kunpeng, Qiongqi, Taotie, Taotie, Chaos appeared in the sky, causing the sky to fission.

The roar was like thunder, echoing for tens of thousands of miles.

Xiao Fan, Zhao Qiyue and others also flew out one after another.

Sun Wukong rides a somersault cloud and holds a golden cudgel. Behind him are hundreds of practitioners, each of whom exudes aura that is unstoppable.

Although the number of Silver Armored Guards is not large, there are many Holy Master Realm practitioners among them. In addition, they practice special techniques, and all of them are extremely powerful in combat.

In the upper sky, there are battlefields everywhere, and fierce battles are taking place.

The wings of the red bird flap, the flames rise, and the sea of ​​fire envelopes you!

Qinglong roared, shaking the heaven and earth, and the space exploded!

…

Xiao Fan, Ye Chen, Long Bo and others also mobilized their strongest means to rush and fight bravely.

Although their cultivation level is only at the Great Saint Realm, their combat power has already reached the Holy Realm. They can compete with low-level practitioners at the Holy Realm without losing any of them.

Sun Wukong holds the Ruyi golden cudgel and hits it thousands of miles away, leaving corpses everywhere!

The practitioners of the Demon Slayer Alliance are not weak either.

In addition to them, there are some ordinary practitioners who have also spontaneously joined the ranks of fighting against the Silver Armored Guards.

The number of Silver Armored Guards decreased rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Mo Tianhe snorted and flew out.

Mo Tianhe is different from them, he is a strong man in the Saint King Realm!

The aura of the Holy King filled the air, the space roared, and the wind roared.

Mo Tianhe was wearing a black robe and making hunting noises.

"Get rid of you damn monkey first!"

Mo Tianhe's figure flashed and suddenly appeared on the battlefield on Sun Wukong's side.

Sun Wukong is fighting with several silver-armored guards. One enemy is many, but he is doing it with ease and ease.

"Damn monkey! Your opponent is here!" Mo Tianhe said in a shocked voice.

The surrounding space was shaken and cracks opened.

The wind roared, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the place.

Although Sun Wukong's cultivation has improved rapidly, he still has not been able to break through to the Holy King Realm. He is now at the ninth level of the Holy Lord Realm.

However, in terms of combat prowess, he has already reached the Saint King realm.

"Hey! Mo Tianhe, you old dog has finally come out, which saves me from looking for you!" Sun Wukong held the golden hoop in both hands and stared at Mo Tianhe with a pair of smart eyes.

Facing an opponent of this level, Sun Wukong did not show any panic, but instead looked confident.


Chapter completed!