Another crazy killing, all ten million demon soldiers died in the heaven.

Correspondingly, the demon tribe lost fifteen million lives in battle!

Tragic, really tragic!

No matter how large the population of the demon tribe is, they cannot withstand such casualties.

The demon clan gave up the hard fight and stayed away from the Jianmu Passage to merge with the tribal defense.

War is a catalyst for racial progress, and the world of heaven has finally begun to undergo new changes.

The originally scattered demon tribes began to merge for safety.

Medium-sized cities with over one million monsters and large cities with over ten million began to appear in the heaven.

With the protection of walls and formations, the Demon Clan is no longer afraid of the Wu Clan's desperate efforts.

The Wu clan must dispatch at least five times more troops to break through the defense.

With the protection of the city, there are enough monsters from other cities to come to support.

After attacking the demon city three times in a row, they encountered the Wu clan who suffered a bloody blow and had to call off their troops and call a truce.

Damn you monsters, a bunch of cowards!

They will only shrink back and dare not fight openly.

Only we, the witch clan, are worthy of being the descendants of the Great God Pangu!

After calming down, the Witch Clan retreated to the underworld to lick their wounds and gave up the attack.

Soon the Monster Clan Pass Month came, and this time the Monster Clan still chose to defend.

Several of his subordinates, who were counting spirit stones every day, looked at Lu Xinghe with unhappy expressions.

Xuanniao was the first to cry out: "There is no spirit stone, there is no spirit stone, can you think of a solution quickly?"

Lu Xinghe picked it up with a funny look on his face: "I'm fat again. Tell me honestly, how many spiritual stones did you eat secretly?"

Xuanniiao shook his head vigorously: "No, I didn't eat it secretly, Xiaobai did it secretly!"

"Zhizhi..."

The little fox lying in the spirit stone nest waved its paws twice guiltily.

Thousands of spiritual stones were used to build such a luxurious nest. If it dared to be so stubborn, it would definitely be confiscated.

Silly Xiaohei, just wait, I will strangle you to death when no one is around!

Qiong Xiao sat on the edge of the bed and poked Lu Xinghe's chest: "Think of a way, life without earning spiritual stones is too boring!"

Fairy Sanxiao has already recognized the reality and must not step out of the toll station, otherwise she will die without leaving any trace.

Now their greatest pleasure is counting spiritual stones every day.

This reason was so good that it left Lu Xinghe speechless.

Well, it’s time to give the demon clan some blood!

Lu Xinghe went out to think of a solution again, but didn't come back all night.

Late that night, the Mengshan tribe of the demon tribe located in the rear area was suddenly attacked.

The Mengshan tribe is like a porcupine. They are equipped with spikes for both offense and defense, giving their opponents a headache.

After being safe for who knows how many years, they were attacked again.

A short shaman clan holding a club was killing the people of the Mengshan tribe crazily.

The little witch, who is less than two meters long, is holding a five-meter-long mallet. He looks funny no matter how he looks at it.

But being hit on the body is not funny at all, but rather terrifying.

When hammered down, no matter how hard the armor is, the result will be the same: the armor will be broken and the person will die!

Meng Ya, the leader of the Mengshan tribe, rushed out angrily: "Witch turtle with shrunken head, do you dare to tell me your name?"

The other party reported his name without hesitation: "Hmph, I will not change my name or surname as a great witch, I am the Shaguang Demon of the Shazhou Tribe of the Shaman Clan!"

Kill the light demon?

Giving such a name is clearly an insult to the demon clan!

Mengya angrily threw out a series of spikes and went straight towards the sand light demon.

This is his magic weapon, the Rainstorm Thorn!

When Meng Ya exerted his full strength, it was like firing a machine gun, and countless spikes shot towards the opposite side like a violent storm.

"good!"

Seeing such a terrifying attack, the tribesmen were so mesmerized that they shouted loudly.

Millions of years ago, the jackal leader came to cause trouble and wanted to seize the territory of Mengshan Mountain.

The two sides fought for 300 rounds, and in the end the leader Mengya used the Rainstorm Thorn, consuming the opponent alive.

That battle established the reputation of the Mengshan tribe, and no other force dared to covet the Mengshan tribe's feng shui treasure land.

How can a mere little witch be the leader's opponent? He will definitely be shot into pieces!

The sand light demon danced the club into a hot wheel, blocking every spike.

Mengya showed a disdainful expression and continued to increase the spike output.

How could such a young wizard be able to compete with me in cultivation?

The more powerful the witch clan is, the bigger they are.

The sand light demon that is less than two meters tall must have far less magic power than its opponents at the same level!

What Meng Ya didn't expect was that after fighting for half an hour, the opponent still didn't show any flaws!

Instead of slowing down, Hot Wheels sped up.

Sha Guangyao yawned and looked down at Mengya: "Use any other moves quickly. After I take action, you will have no chance!"

Mengya was enraged, and the two rainstorm thorns in his hands merged together and turned into a six-meter-long spear.

Mengya jumped up high, raised his spear and fell head-on: "Go to hell!"

This blow used up all the mana in Meng Ya's body, and with the blessing of the magic weapon, he was absolutely confident of piercing the opponent's defense.

"You are a trivial person, but you dare to cross the whole family and try to do it, you will die!"

The Sand Light Demon didn't give in at all. He held the mallet tightly with both hands and thrust forward with the spear.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Mengya's magic weapon, the Rainstorm Thorn, broke!

boom!

The sand light demon's club didn't stop at all and hit Meng Ya's head violently.

Poor Mengya's head exploded like a watermelon!

"Bah! A mere little demon dares to challenge this witch and is seeking death!"

After defeating Meng Ya, the Sand Light Demon continued to kill everyone, and soon killed the entire tribe.

Poor Mengshan tribe suffered such heavy losses, and they are destined to move and change their name in the future!

After killing all the demons, they left behind a hill with piled demon heads and a sign.

"You weak monsters, this is what your witch father did. If you have the guts, come to the underworld to find this witch!"

This time it was the demon tribe's turn to go crazy, and tens of thousands of demon soldiers headed toward the earth with red eyes.

The Witch Clan, which had always looked down on the Monster Clan, suddenly received a blow.

The demon clan is better at conspiracy and deceit, and together with a desperate fight, they have achieved amazing results.

The lives of three million demon soldiers were exchanged for the witch head of eight million witch soldiers!

The war lasted for a whole week, with more than 12 million demon clan dead, and the witch clan tragically exceeded 25 million.

This was the result of the ancestral wizard Zhu Rong personally killing five million demon soldiers out of anger.

The Witch Clan, which had suffered a great loss, also imitated the Monster Clan and began to merge tribes and form cities.

Facing the tightly defended witch cities, the demon clan that could not take advantage had no choice but to stop fighting.

This time it was the demon clan's turn to curse: "You shrunk witch turtle, do you have the ability to come out? You are the shame of Pangu!"

Despite the scolding, the demon clan returned to the heavenly realm honestly.

Having gained enough face, the Monster Clan decided to give up on attacking the Witch Clan.

It's a pity that some things are beyond their control!

The only son of the demon saint Jiu Ying, the nine-headed bird that the Jiu Ying clan hoped for in the future, was assassinated while out for fun.

All nine heads were chopped off and placed on wooden stakes for public display. A sign was also left behind.

"This bird is too ugly. I will kill it with one knife and take it home for a barbecue. I welcome the soft-egg demon to come to the underworld to pick up the bones!"

That night, Bixiao was awakened by a knock on the window as she was preparing to go to bed.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking in the middle of the night? Do you still have a sense of justice?"

Bixiao opened the window angrily, and was startled to see a terrifying nine-headed demon saint standing outside the window.

With bloodshot eyes, he threw in a lot of storage bags: "100 million monthly cards, hurry up!"

Bixiao quickly took out bags of monthly cards and handed them out. She didn't calm down until the other party left.

A hundred million demon soldiers have crossed the border. Are you dreaming?
Chapter completed!