deep sea.

A grey mud floats on the dark sea.

Its direction does not seem to be fixed, floating around in the southeast, west and northwest, but compared with the location a day ago, it is closer to the location of Wuliang Mountain at this moment.

...

The Demon Corpse Clan was placed in Wuliang Mountain by Lu Yun. The originally busy port is now extremely cold and the earth is ruined, all of which are like after the war.

"Did the demon king place us here, do you want us to retreat? Or, he wants to use the scene here to warn us that their demon clan is not easy to mess with?"

Anger was filled with the face of a general of the Demon Corpse tribe, and he raised his feet and stepped on the earth with force.

The demon corpse tribes beside him are all silent and take a few steps back, not daring to move forward.

This general of the Demon Corpse Clan was the one who discovered that Lu Yun and the other were wrong. He was once a big boss in the upper world. No one remembered the Taoist name, and only the nickname "Divine Permit" was passed down in the world.

The God's Consort turned around and looked at his tribe members, feeling unhappy. He had long discovered that normal war was not right, but no one of these stupid tribe members listened to him.

But since he came, he would fight bravely, but the self-righteous Xuanyuan Wuming did not listen to his opinion. He relied on his own as the executor of the will of the Heavenly Way and issued unrealistic orders.

However, all the consequences after the defeat were now borne by him alone.

gas!

"What are the states of the tribesmen? Do you have any plans to go back?"

Several members of the Demon Corpse tribe looked at each other for a while, and then one of them said carefully: "Sir, the tribes are not in a good mood now. They neither want to go back to the upper realm nor stay."

"What do they want? Isn't the humiliation they have suffered in the spiritual world enough? Do you want to go to another place to suffer?" said the God's Operation angrily.

"This... they do think so." Another demon corpse clan said: "Now that he has suffered a defeat, everyone feels that he has no shame to go back. It is better to find a small world and spend the rest of his life."

"It's just a fart!" The God's Pursuit shouted: "My Demon Corpse Clan is a noble race. Even if other monks die, they cannot become a member of our clan. And they actually want to give up this noble honor!"

"It's better not to have such a tribe!"

The God's Consort waved his hand: "Go and tell those who are swaying that they can leave voluntarily. From now on, they are not allowed to say that they are the demon corpse clan. Otherwise, even if I chase them to the ends of the earth, I will destroy their souls!"

At the same time, the shapeless mud gradually surged from the seaside of Wuliang Mountain.

However, the action of the silt did not end. After leaving the sea, the water in the silt was gradually evaporated and finally turned into substances smaller than sand particles.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and all these sand particles floated into the air.

...

Some members of the Demon Corpse Clan began to gradually leave the camp. Seeing this, the demon clan in the distance hurriedly sent someone back to Yuntian Sect to report.

"Grandma, are these defeated corrupt corpses so funny? They dare to leave the camp. Are they not afraid of being destroyed?" a pig demon snorted.

"Hmph, these brainless guys will have only one way to die, ahhhhh... Ahhhh!" A tiger demon sneezed.

"Hahahaha! You have been practicing Taoism for so many years, and you are still sneezing. I'm so stunning! Ah, Ah, Ah!"

"Hahahaha! You're still laughing at me? You're not the same!"

...

The God's Purposer watched one tribe after another leave, his heart was filled with anger. Just as he was about to swear, a sensation suddenly came from his breath.

"Ah Yeh!"

After sneezing, he found that a large piece of carrion on his body had fallen.

So he hurriedly picked up the piece of carrion and stuck it where it should be.

"It's not easy for me to practice. How could I give up the Taoist practice that I have cultivated for three hundred years just because of a sneeze?" The divine operator complained: "But why? Why do I sneeze? This shouldn't be!"

"Sir, A Ye, those tribe members really left like this. Are we really... A Ye, don't you stop them?"

"They chose the road themselves, just walk..." The God's Psychic suddenly covered his mouth and nose, preventing him from sneezing out: "You can go, nothing regrettable."

He turned his head and looked at the tribe members beside him.

"By the way, why do you sneeze too?"

"I don't know, not only me, but many of the tribe members started sneezing, but this feeling is really good!"

"Hmph, count the other tribe members who have not left and tell them that there is only one chance to leave. If anyone dares to leave next time, just wipe it out, Ah Yeh!"

...

After several days of rest, Lu Yun's health has been completely recovered, and his "cultivation" with the four girls has also recovered as before.

On that day, he sat on the throne of the Tianyan Hall and listened to Tailor Wu's report.

"My devil emperor, all the demon tribes have calmed down, and the demon kings have also started practicing step by step, striving to work hard to improve their cultivation before the second catastrophe."

"Very good, they..."

"Report!"

Before Lu Yun could finish his words, a demon clan ran into Tianqi Palace in panic.

"What's the matter? The sky hasn't collapsed!" Lu Yun scolded.

"My Demon Emperor, no, the people from the Demon Corpse Clan are starting to leave one after another."

"What?" Lu Yun hurriedly stood up: "Say, what's going on?"

"Yes, Lord Demon King, just a few days ago, while we were patrolling, we suddenly saw people from the Demon Corpse Clan leaving the Demon Corpse Clan's headquarters in groups."

"Are they all the demon corpse tribes?" Lu Yun asked.

"Uh, not yet. At least when I left, only about 10,000 demon corpse tribes were slowly leaving."

“Where did they go?”

"They went... Ah Ye, they went to the port of Wuliang Mountain. It seemed that they were heading to the Western Spirit World."

"West? It's Dugu Piaoling's territory. What are they doing?" Lu Yun frowned and said, "By the way, why do you, a demon clan in the spiritual realm, sneeze?"

"Maybe it's cold." The demon clan said: "Mr. Demon King, we can't let them leave. If something goes wrong, our spiritual world has just returned to peace..."

"Tailor Wu, go and find my brother Da Cannon."

"yes."

"And you, go and find the Eight Demon Kings and tell them what you said to me just now!"

"Yes, Lord Demon King."

Lu Yun was walking alone in the Tianqi Palace. He couldn't understand why the things he had already discussed with the Demon Corpse tribes would change in the world.

Soon, eight demon kings gathered in the Tianqi Palace.

"Everyone said, what do you think?" Lu Yun's gaze swept across the face of each demon king.

"Hmph, in my opinion, they want to provoke a war again. We must not let anyone go!" The Bull Demon King shouted.

"Yes, I think Brother Niu is right!" The Heavenly Demon King echoed.

"No, my old son thought it must be something inside them!"

"No matter what, go and have a look first!"
Chapter completed!