The enemy, nemesis, Yan Tongtian's nest, plus the seventy-two-page Taoist volume of the innate spiritual treasure.

What sounds like indignation is simply a vague provocation!

There are threats, benefits, hatred, and greed. These emotions are kneaded together and finally touch the heartstrings of the Four Kings.

"The Taoist palace is the enemy!"

"Daomen is the nemesis!"

"Destroy Yan Tongtian's inheritance!"

"Snatch the seventy-two pages of the trail!"

The four kings' eyes turned blood red, and they shouted in unison: "Destroy the Taoist Mansion!!!"

"Destroy the Taoist Mansion!"

"Destroy the Taoist Mansion!"

Countless demon kings felt the devil's fighting spirit, so they raised their arms and shouted with fierce faces.

Amid the sound of clamoring to the sky, Xu Yan, who was condescending, finally caught a figure.

That's the person who is provoking.

In the corner, you control the atmosphere of the whole audience, just like a devil hiding in the dark, able to see through people's hearts.

It was an ordinary demon king, thin and dry, with rat eyes and eyebrows, and looked like a big mouse, and there was no special thing, but the long eyebrows were not only long, but also heavy.

When Xu Yan captured the Demon Lord in Qianlin's memory, the other party seemed to have noticed something. Suddenly, he looked up and looked into the air, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he was laughing. The next moment, the dream collapsed, and Xu Yan, immersed in Qianlin's memory, encountered a large mouthful of swallowing and killing.

The big mouth comes from nothingness, symbolizing the power of backlash, and invading the devil's memory will naturally come at a cost.

roar!!!!!

The black dragon poked out his claws and protected him in front of him. A strand of soul that was split by Xu Yan had already been taken back, but he still subconsciously wanted to resist with his arms.

The dragon claws represent Xu Yan's hands, but they did not block the big mouth, because the backlash power disappeared when it chased into the black dragon's body and was endured by the black dragon.

The dull roar came from Xiao Hei. Although it was not injured, the backlash from the Demon King still made the Black Dragon uncomfortable.

Xu Yan is even more uncomfortable than Heilong.

Because he saw a person's shadow.

"Zhongli Buer!"

The Nascent Soul, who escaped from the trapped dragon stone and hung in the world in his eyes, whispered in shock.

Five hundred years ago, the truth about the four kings going to the Taoist palace was actually provoked!

Although the thin demon king Xu Yan did not recognize it and was extremely unfamiliar, he looked very familiar with the two thick eyebrows, almost the same as Zhong Li Buer's eyebrows.

"How is that possible!"

Xu Yan was shocked and said to himself: "Five hundred years ago, how could Zhong Li Buer appear in the Demon Realm? He became the Demon Lord? Could it be that he only has the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul. Even if he disguises himself, even if he can live for five hundred years, how could he not show his strength in front of the four great demon kings?"

"Or, did Zhongli Buer conceal his cultivation?"

"Not right. If he concealed his cultivation, he would not die at my hands. Could it be that he is a clone or a soul split? Who is he..."

As Xu Yan calculated Zhong Li Buer's true identity, he was confused and had a bad premonition.

Zhongli Buer, maybe he is not dead!

If Zhong Li Buer of the Tiangu Sect was just a clone, even if he was killed, his body would not die. He could become the top ten clone of the Thousand Infant List, and could incite the decisive battle between the four kings and the Taoist palace five hundred years ago, and could also transform into a demon king and sneak into the demon clan...

The more I thought about it, the more shocked Xu Yan became.

These methods are beyond imagination. If you can't transform into a god, you may not be able to do it even if you pass the tribulation.

"Apart from the tribulation, there are only scattered immortals. The only scattered immortals in the Zhenwu Realm is the lineage of the Fantasy Moon Palace."

Thinking of Fantasy Moon Palace, a strange name appeared in Xu Yan's mind.

Ancient Xuan.

Lin Xiyue’s master, the real master of the Fantasy Moon Palace.

There are basically no clues about the Sanxian Gu Xuan in the Zhenwu Realm. Even Xu Yan heard of this person from the sword soul luck. He only knew that Yan Tongtian didn’t like this Gu Xuan very much.

"Gu Xuan, Gu Xuan, is it a coincidence, or is it that I have thought too much..."

Xu Yan was also disliked the Sanxian Gu Xuan in the Fantasy Moon Palace, especially the homonym of the name Gu Xuan, which is very similar to Yunxianjun's enemy.

After pondering for a long time, Xu Yan left the world in his eyes, woke up, and breathed out a long sigh.

The more you understand some secrets of the Zhenwu Realm, the colder Xu Yan feels. If someone can play with the creatures in the world, wouldn’t it be a replacement for the way of heaven?

"There are several scattered immortals in the mysterious Fantasy Moon Palace, and where is Lin Xiyue?"

Although Yan Tongtian's wife has no entanglement with Xu Yan, Xu Yan cannot ignore Lin Xiyue's whereabouts. After all, he has the evil thoughts of Yan Tongtian. He is not Yan Tongtian, but he has the inheritance of Yan Tongtian.

"It's good that the demon tribe is going to fight the West. You may know more news in the chaos in the world. Fantasy Moon Palace, we have the opportunity to deal with it."

After a while of confusion, Xu Yan stopped thinking too much. Since the Fantasy Moon Palace is on the side of the human race, the demon race will not be out of this catastrophe.

Xu Yan is preparing to mobilize a group of troops to siege the Fantasy Moon Palace. Anyway, the old thief Mo Huatuo is a mortal enemy of him, so he happened to take advantage of the demon tribe's western expedition to explore the truth about the Fantasy Moon Palace.

Sitting cross-legged in the unmanned Demon Flower Hall, Xu Yan blocked all the doubts in his heart, calmed his mind and immersed himself in the cultivation.

Although the Demon Flower Palace is fragmented, the petals of the last layer of Demon Flower have not collapsed, and it just happened to become Xu Yan's retreat.

When Xu Yan began to practice in seclusion, Jin Huo, who was far away from Yinghai Branch, looked at the tribe members behind him, and roared under the gaze of Shentu Bingyan, and showed his original demon body, and flew into the sea with tens of thousands of tribe members.

Once the vanguard officer set out, it indicates the beginning of the cross-domain battle. With the shout of Shentu Bingyan, countless demon troops rushed into the sea, like a long dragon, rushing to the West Continent.

The prelude to the battle between Qing clans was then opened, and the pattern of the Zhenwu Realm was about to be broken.

"In a few decades, billions of troops will arrive in Xizhou. Time flies. Unexpectedly, my demon clan has a day to expedition the human race. The glory of the thousand years ago will soon appear."

Looking at the countless demons, Shentu Bingyan raised his hands, as if he wanted to seize the clouds in the sky. He was the most obsessed with the right to command thousands of troops.

"As long as I conquer Xizhou, no matter whether I can find the four kings or not, I will become the emperor of the demon clan! Only by war can I become a king!"

Shentu Bingyan could not take it seriously. What he wanted was not to find the Four Kings, but to use this cross-domain battle to condense his power to the peak.

Shentu Bingyan knew very well that after five hundred years, the four kings trapped in dangerous places would be dying even if they did not die.

In his opinion, the four great demon kings are no longer a hindrance. The real hindrance is Xue Guqing, the leader of the Guards.

"I have been dormant in Xizhou for many years. What is her purpose? Xue Guqing, I want to see what kind of splash you can make in Xizhou!"

He clenched his fists hard, and Shentu Bingyan's eyes became more gloomy. Above his head, a black cloud-like demon race flew past, and the endless sea was covered with dark clouds.

Just the vanguard, the number of demons is as many as millions!

"Start, the Western Expedition, start, my journey to the emperor!"

Pointing to the west from afar, Shentu Bingyan showed a grim smile, not whispering in his heart, but shouted: "This battle! I want the human race to destroy the traces!!!"
Chapter completed!