The faint void is full of murderous aura.

The two men and horses set off and confronted each other from afar.

One side was shrouded in black air, with scarlet colors dotted.

One side is hidden in the colorful light curtain, and the colorful energy soars into the sky.

"Roar!Roar!Roar!"

There was a drum sound, and there was a shocking drum sound in the entire void.

This drum sound seems to have the effect of soul-catching. Anyone who hears this drum sound will be inspiring. Those who are weaker in their cultivation feel that they seem to have a breath stuck in their chests. They can't vomit or swallow it, and they feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Shake the God Drum!"

Mr. Feng spoke behind Lu Fan.

After listening to these three words, you will know that the magic weapon used by the demon cultivator must be a very good thing.

Seeing this, the king of the Dingyu waved his hand.

Immediately, the warriors standing behind them also let out long roars.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of voices actually condensed together, completely overwhelming the drum sound.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roar was shocking and made people excited.

Obviously, the people from the Western Leadership Alliance are already very familiar with these conventional methods of the demon cultivators.

The Demon Cultivation probably didn't want to use these methods to deal with them, but it was just increasing momentum at the beginning.

After waiting for a while, a moving palace flew slowly among the thousands of puppets.

The palace is very large, even in the void, it looks extremely huge.

It is definitely a giant dragon or a phoenix that is much bigger.

The palace is pitch black, but it is shiny and the black is clearly visible. The style is not luxurious, but it is simplified. The palace is full of demonic spirit, which is set around like clouds and mist. At first glance, this palace is like coming from an ancient painting scroll, flying eaves, carving dragons and painting phoenixes.

The door was wide open, and a woman with dark eyes stood at the door of the palace.

The hair was automatically in the void without wind, and the woman stood there quietly, like a beauty in a painting.

She was wearing a pitch-black robe with no patterns, as if a black cloud was a dress, revealing mystical and simple.

Her eyes were like a sharp sword, passing through the defensive light curtain that blocked the demon cultivator and the righteous man. All those who were swept by her eyes felt a chill that rose from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to the top of her head.

"Saint Maiden Dark Yuan!"

Lu Fan said softly.

After the Saint of Dark Yuan scanned everyone, he finally fell on Lu Fan.

The two looked at each other calmly, and Lu Fan was not afraid of the terrible pressure in the eyes of the Saint of Dark Yuan. The Saint of Dark Yuan was not captured by Lu Fan's calm but volcano-like explosion power.

The two looked at each other, with only one thought in their minds.

That is, I will definitely win this confrontation!

The demon cultivators slowly lined up outside the defensive light curtain, and the camps on both sides were not close, but they were not very far away.

At least, with everyone's eyesight, you can still see clearly what your opponent looks like.

Among the demon cultivators, the first thing was the masters of various strange and strange halls standing up.

Immediately afterwards, a woman with a veil and graceful face flew to the forefront of the demon cultivator camp.

He said with a clear voice: "The Western Leadership Alliance and the Southern Regional coalition forces, you still have the last chance to surrender. If you offer your loyalty to the Demon God, the Demon God will grant you eternal life!"

The Lord of the Ding Domain snorted coldly and replied loudly: "Demon Cultivator! Even if I die, I will be determined to fight to the end. In this world, evil will not defeat justice!"

After saying that, the other strong men present released their momentum, allowing all the demon cultivators to see their determination to fight to the death today.

Lu Fan looked at the woman with a veil on her face, but shook her head slightly.

How could he not know this old lover?

Dancing ethereal, long time no see!

Wu Kongling seemed to see Lu Fan in the crowd.

With a smile on his eyes, he blinked at Lu Fan, then danced in the air and continued, "What is evil, what is righteous? The world belongs to my Taoist Demon Sect, and the four realms are peaceful. There is still the word "demon" in the world? If my Taoist Demon Sect can make the world one, rebuild order, and open up a holy country for all generations. Then, are you righteous or evil in history books?"

After a while, many of the kings said changed their faces.

Lu Fan suddenly said aloud: "Good and evil are not about the outcome, but between people's hearts. It's useless to say more, so it's better to see the real tricks under your hands!"

Wu Kongling glanced at Lu Fan again, this look was full of charm.

Through the veil, Lu Fan could also feel the smile on his face under Wu's ethereal veil.

Slowly, Wu Kongling retreated, obviously not intending to continue persuading him.

Originally, shouting in front of the formation was just to dismantle the other party's fighting spirit.

But at this time, the entire Xiling coalition, Lu Fan and others were united as one, and it was not enough to convince them in just a few words.

The demon cultivators naturally did not take the persuasion seriously. After Wu Kongling retreated, he became a tall demon cultivator who walked out of the camp.

He was as tall as a giant in the Kingdom of Heaven, but was covered in thorn armor, piled up with rotten flesh on his body, one-eyed and crooked mouth, and held a chain hook made of white bones.

With a loud voice, the famous demon cultivator shouted: "I am the master of the Eighteen Halls, Tu Ling. Who dares to come out to fight me?"

While speaking, Tu Ling released a dark and green poisonous fog on his body. Obviously, it was the way of practicing blood corpse poison, the poison among the three paths.

Lu Fan glanced at it and felt that this person might have good cultivation in the corpse path, so he should never be underestimated.

After shouting, Tu Ling saw that no one dared to respond, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, aren't you claiming to be a righteous person? You are so timid, don't you even dare to come out of this light curtain? I see, it's just a group of turtles and rats!"

After saying that, Tu Ling patted his stomach and laughed out loud.

Many demon cultivators laughed out loud, and all kinds of dirty words made the Lord of the Dingyu and others look red.

"I'll do it!"

Liu Zhi was the first to be able to help herself and wanted to stand up to face the enemy.

Lu Fan grabbed her and said, "Don't move."

Liu Zhi said: "I am not afraid of death, but I can't let this demon cultivator be so arrogant."

Hearing Liu Zhi's words, the Lord of the Dingyu also said loudly: "Yes, you must not let the demon cultivator be so rampant. But Liu Zhi, your injuries have not healed, so don't go out to fight."

After a pause, the Lord of the Ding Domain shouted: "The demon cultivator called the formation, who dared to go out to meet the enemy?"

"I'll do it!"

A man came out with a shout.

As soon as the man walked out, Lu Fan was stunned.

Why does he look familiar with this?

The man seemed a little nervous, but his eyes were firm.

He walked to Lu Fan and said, "Brother Lu Fan, we are meeting again."

Lu Fan looked at him and said in surprise: "Jia Ming! You are Jia Ming, the Jia Ming who pretended to be me."

Jia Ming smiled and said, "It's rare that Brother Lu Fan still remembers my name."

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Chapter completed!