The great riot of beasts is a great chaos that is rare in the demon realm for thousands of years. It makes people more and more suspicious of the true purpose of the Holy Emperor Mo Qilin and the reason for his anger.
A riot of this scale cannot be triggered by an ordinary incident.
But to a certain extent, the riots of the beasts in the Demon Realm also intensified Tang Yan's madness.
This is the killing feast of the demon clan, and it is also Tang Yan’s hunting feast.
With the traces of the ghost green fire cleaning up and the annihilation beam forcibly swallowing, Tang Yan had an excellent cleaner. He had no scruples, sprinted all the way, and hunted wildly. Groups of monsters were transferred to the new world, one after another.
Only one beast after another is included in the small hell, including many rare and exotic beasts and strange birds of prey.
Tang Yan even seized the opportunity and rushed into the clouds, triggering a swallowing whirlpool and swallowing a group of more than three thousand 'wind doves' into the new world. No one was left, leaving no trace. He even plunged into the rushing river.
Tear the arrogant semi-saint-level river beast into the fierce sea.
As the monster beasts settled in "in batches", the New World also became lively. Many ghost masters awakened from the abyss and pounced on the panicked tide of beasts, preying on their blood, flesh and bones, and devouring their souls.
From afternoon to dark, from night to dawn, the tide of beasts was endlessly galloping. Tang Yan galloped fearlessly. One day and one night, the number of demon beasts that entered the new world actually reached one hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand monsters!!
Such a huge number made Tang Yan unbelievable, and made the hell ghosts go completely crazy, preying on the scattered monsters. The major ghost masters collided for the first time in history.
The underworld leaves the chaotic swamp, the snow girl expands its frozen territory, the ghost monk steps out of the wasteland to face the hell dog, the dark dragon and the tomb boy fight, and the king of the underworld encounters the provocation from Prajna during the hunt, leading to a tragic collision.
Rakshasa showed his repressed ambition and tried to control the Golden Flame Turtle lineage. He was strongly countered by Jin Lao, triggering turmoil in the Southern Hell.
Looking at hell, there is chaos and massacre.
Tang Yan ignored the situation in hell, or directly adopted a laissez-faire strategy. Throughout the ages, the evil ghosts in hell have grown up in the killing, and the position of the ghost master has been defended with strength in the fighting, not himself.
It’s easy to give a name.
Tang Yan didn't expect the ghosts in hell to coexist peacefully. It was only a matter of time before friction would occur.
The current ghosts are at best fighting alone, no matter how big the scale is. In the future, each ghost master will develop his own huge group, and each ghost master will be equivalent to the king of a country.
The current collision is only small-scale, but in the future it will be a large-scale battlefield involving millions of people.
Just like the battle between the heroes of Qitian Continent.
This is a world, a complete world, with its own laws of development, its own form of existence, and its own way of operation. Moreover, only through constant killing can it grow better.
In the mountains and rainforests, Tang Yan continued his hunting operations, deliberately avoiding the team led by the Demon Saint, and doing his best to expand the harvest. Anyway, the Demon Realm has a huge population, so he didn't care about himself.
Tang Yan would occasionally break into the lairs of some powerful monsters or some special geographical environments. Once he encountered a good spiritual treasure, he would never let it go. Sometimes, he would even destroy the entire canyon or the entire mountain.
Swallowed into the new world.
It is directly a sweeping advance.
The chaos on all sides worked to his advantage.
While the entire Demon Realm was tense and chaotic, Tang Yan achieved the largest war harvest and the most generous indulgence report since arriving in the Forgotten War Realm.
At noon the next day after the incident, Tang Yan appeared on the edge of a war ruins.
There are ravines and pits all over here, and the mountains have been split or cut in half. The scene is shocking, as if an ancient giant beast has wreaked havoc.
The key is that the ruins extend over a wide area, but are not very wide. It extends from Tang Yan's feet to the end of the line of sight, twists and turns, climbs in the vast mountains, and disappears at the end of the line of sight.
In the sea of green mountains, such a war ruin stands so abruptly in front of you, like a piece of flesh and blood cut out of the flat skin, which looks particularly weird.
Monsters and beasts are constantly appearing in the nearby mountains and forests, but this ruined area is very quiet. No monsters have even set foot there. They occasionally pay attention nearby, and then leave quickly. Even the ferocious birds hurriedly pass by at high altitude.
Tang Yan squatted on the edge of the ruins, his cheerful smile gradually fading.
The ruins here are either a chaotic mess, or they are as neat as a flat mirror. All the potholes were forcibly created by some chaotic force, and all the cracks were forcibly opened by sharp swords.
This battlefield is full of fierceness and a bit weird.
Tang Yan reached out to grab it, trapping the energy in the air with green fire, and repeatedly tempered it. In a moment, the violent energy was transformed into a clear energy mist under the smelting of green fire, but there was something hidden in the mist.
Si is fierce but cannot be suppressed.
Looking carefully, these sharp auras are like sword auras.
Tang Yan pondered for a moment, sat cross-legged in silence, and fired dozens of green fire balls one after another, grabbing energy from different areas of the ruins and tempering it repeatedly, but it was not tempered completely, but the purest breath inside was left behind.
Over and over again, back and forth.
Tang Yan smelted hundreds of balls of energy, and finally deposited them for observation.
There is sword energy in every ball of energy, without exception. However, some of the sword energy is the same, and some are completely different. There are seven types in total.
Tang Yan slowly clenched his right hand, destroying the energy group in front of him, and stood up with a solemn expression: "Seven Killings Sword! Matthews is in the Demon Realm?!"
On his shoulders, Huo Ling'er swayed his feet, surprised by Tang Yan's sudden serious expression.
Click, Tang Yan stepped on the messy branches and walked into the ruins. His fingertips touched the ferocious and messy rock formations. One scene after another, it seemed as if it had been torn apart by ferocious claws. The scenes were either neat or full of holes, indicating the situation of the war.
of tragedy.
"Matthews has been promoted to Semi-Saint? This scale is definitely not a battlefield of the Supreme Realm."
"There is only sword energy, only the sword energy of the Seven Killing Swords. How come there are no traces of the enemy?"
"Matthews sword dancing alone?"
The more Tang Yan explored, the more strange it became. The entire ruins extended far away, but there were only traces left by the Seven Killing Sword, and no clues left by the 'opponent'.
It's more like Matthews is going crazy, rather than fighting against a powerful opponent.
Tang Yan walked forward along the traces of the ruins. The overall scale was crooked and winding. Sometimes the traces were light, and sometimes there were large twists and turns. As Tang Yan walked along, he felt as if he was personally experiencing the battle that day, sometimes intense, sometimes violent.
Rampage, sometimes just evacuating, or engaging in tense confrontations.
Finally, we stopped in front of a rushing river.
The battlefield stayed here. The final fierce battle cut off the river and formed a huge lake, connecting the upstream and downstream. The edge of the cliff was full of traces of sword paths, which was shocking.
Tang Yan sat on the edge of the cliff, frowning and thinking.
It was definitely not that Matthews went crazy on his own, it was definitely a fierce battle, but along the way, the occasional blood was only that of Matthews, not the enemy. The only traces that could be seen everywhere were Matthews's fierce sword, and no other sharp claws or claws.
Traces left by critical hit types.
Does the opponent also use a sword?
Impossible! Just grab a handful of energy, and the full sword energy will be the aura left behind by the vicious sword.
Is the opponent far stronger than Matthews?
But any type of warrior will suffer more or less disadvantages when faced with Matthews who activates the Seven Kills Sword, not to mention that the entire fierce battle extends for more than ten kilometers.
"Wait, soul attack?" Tang Yan's eyes suddenly condensed, he stood up and looked back at the winding battlefield.
Since there are no traces left, it must not be a physical attack!
Since it is not a physical attack, but it can persecute Matthews to this extent, the only thing left is... soul attack...
"Spirit race? But this is clearly a demon domain!" Tang Yan summoned the boring blood soul tree in the air sea, re-explored the battlefield traces, and finally confirmed his judgment. There was a strong soul breath remaining in the air, forming invisibly
of oppression.
I have been promoted to the Holy Realm, and I am protected by the Blood Soul Tree. I couldn't feel anything before, but ordinary monsters feel it strongly. This is the main reason why no monsters set foot in the battlefield area.
In the hell world, Tang Yan's Ming Tu clone came to the central ghost town.
"Where are the Eldar saints and the Eldar prisoners I captured?"
The top leaders of the Ren family basically went into seclusion, and only ordinary people received them: "Everything has been decomposed."
"No one left?" Tang Yan frowned.
The clansmen were unaware of the situation and said cautiously: "It was all disassembled before yesterday. The clan leader said... you gave it to our clan. Could something have happened?"
"It's okay, you continue." Tang Yan's Ming Tu clone evacuated and returned to silence. He hoped to use the strong men of the Spirit Clan to torture the news about Matthews. If it was really the Spirit Clan who captured Matthews, they should
You will know, but unfortunately... the Ren family started too quickly...