The Demon Lord decided to let the people of the Demon Realm go upstream along the Time River. He first sent a few masters into the Sea of Bitterness to assist the array masters and warlocks in breaking the seal, so that the army could enter the Sea of Bitterness and realize his grand plan of hegemony.
As for the candidate, it really needs to be carefully considered.
The next day, the Demon Lord, who had not slept a wink all night, convened a meeting of the ten major tribes in the Demon Realm to postpone the breaking of the seal for seventy years.
"To the leader of the tribe, I plan to send three people as the vanguard to conquer the Sea of Bitterness. They will assist from the Sea of Bitterness and break the seal. I wonder if you have any suggestions for the leader?" The Demon Lord sat on the throne and looked at everyone.
, said.
"The king's decision is very wise, but it can only be returned to the dragon's den and the tiger's den. People from my demon tribe have so much demonic energy that they can easily be distinguished when they enter the sea of suffering. These three people are very dangerous!" said Xiang Zhijie, the master of the demon sword style.
"It's exactly what the sword master said, so I asked everyone to discuss it. These three people must have the strength of the emperor!" said the demon lord.
"Demon Lord, I am willing to go!"
At this time, one person stepped out of the queue and took the initiative to ask for orders. When the demon lord saw it, it turned out to be the war lord Mo Moxi.
"Oh, the war master has profound skills and is at the peak of the emperor. He is naturally more than qualified for this task. But Mo Xi, you are the leader of the tribe. If you enter the sea of misery, won't there be no one to take care of the affairs of the tribe?" said the demon master.
"King, it doesn't matter. My son Mo's right hand will take care of the tribe's affairs, and the king will take care of me. I have nothing to worry about!" said the war lord Mo Xi.
"Mo Zhi's right hand is indeed the pillar of my demon world. If you have a son like this, I will envy you. I'm going to give it to you!" said the demon lord.
"Wang, Boyi has unparalleled archery skills. He is a demon son and has human blood. The purpose of this bitter sea incident is to break the formation. A demon son can better disguise himself. I am absolutely the best choice. At the same time, I am also willing to
Assist the devil to accomplish this great feat!" A middle-aged scholar who was in front of everyone came out to announce.
"Oh, the military strategist is also willing to enter the sea of suffering? Then I have no worries. As for the dog, I'm afraid it will be difficult!" said the devil.
The demon world takes pride in military achievements, and this middle-aged scholar is really one of the three wise men in the demon world, Mo Yan, Boyi's good friend! His suggestion this time is to consolidate Mo Zi's position in everyone's mind.
Naturally, the Demon Lord knew the intention of the magic words very well and was very satisfied. He approved his suggestion on the spot. In fact, Boyi was already among the people pre-selected by the Demon Lord, because Boyi is half-human and half-demon, especially in the sea of suffering.
It is convenient to walk on the road. At the same time, if the seal is successfully broken in advance, this will be a great achievement and will also silence some people who have objections to Bo Yi.
Many tribal leaders listened carefully and knew that they wanted to let Boyi go. They all pushed forward, saying that Boyi was a very suitable candidate.
This matter is very dangerous. Once the identity is revealed, life will be in danger. This is why everyone knows that this is the demon lord asking his son to establish military exploits, and they do not object. Instead, they all agree. The demon clan invaded Zhongzhou. At that time
Will there be fewer opportunities to make meritorious deeds?
The Demon Lord saw that the top ten leaders had no objections, and was very satisfied. In addition, with the War Lord taking care of him, if Bo Yi couldn't do this well, then he would really lose the title of Demon Lord.
It is not easy to go upstream along the Time River and enter the sea of suffering, which is why the demons must break the seal. You must know that when Boyi entered the sea of suffering, with the help of his friend Mo Yan, it took him ten years to
Entering the sea of suffering before you.
Of course, with the power of the Demon Clan, it doesn't take much time. The necessary things are already prepared within one day. The Demon Lord personally takes action and sends them into the River of Time.
The Barbarian King of Southern Xinjiang has been in seclusion since he killed Long Yi. Wu Duofang investigated and did not learn about the fighting situation at that time. He was worried and knew that something might happen.
"Everyone, the Barbarian King has been in seclusion for a long time and has not yet come out. This matter cannot be brought to justice. Anyone who violates this will be killed!" The witch said to a general in southern Xinjiang with a murderous look in his eyes.
"yes!"
Everyone understands that this matter may shake the morale of the military, and if the people in Zhongzhou find out, it will be very detrimental to Southern Xinjiang.
"We should also start with the matter of the Wind and Cloud Stone. Before the Man King went into seclusion, he had already made arrangements for several major names. Now I am informing everyone that the battle of the Wind and Cloud Stone can only be won, not defeated!" Wu said.
Everyone listened carefully as the wizard informed the contestants of the title.
The best sword in the world is naturally fought by the Man King himself, the best palm in the world is fought by Yunling Sect leader Yun Lingfeng, the best bow in the world is fought by Overlord Gong Li Boyan, the best poison in the world is fought by Du Yanluo, the lord of Ghost City, and the best bow in the world is fought by Du Yanluo, the Lord of Ghost City.
Yi Yin is fought by Chuan Qin Hen Ji, the best fist in the world is fought by Thunder Fire Fist Wei Yan, the best magic in the world is fought by Bai Yutang, the best sword in the world is fought by Wu, and the best city in the world is represented by Mo Shang City.
"Give me the throne. The Barbarian King has high hopes for you. You must not let the Barbarian King lose his face!" Wu said.
"We swear allegiance to the Barbarian King to the death!" everyone shouted in unison.
"Okay, you go and leave your names on the Wind and Cloud Stone first. I'll wait for the Barbarian King to come out of seclusion and go with him!" the witch ordered.
"yes!"
After everyone was ordered to retreat, Wu looked at their backs and thought to himself: "I must be prepared for a major military event, and I must not decide the outcome with a single bet!"
On Bu Potian's side, the selection of candidates is not so easy to arrange. After all, he is just an organizational leader. Where did he come from so many masters of emperor strength? At this time, he is really running around. Usually, the last remaining number one in the world is
Famous ones.
But after six hundred years, it is too difficult to find these people. Some may be alive or dead, some may be studying in the mountains, and some may be unwilling to take action now and have hidden their whereabouts.
Although it was difficult to find someone, he had to find someone. For him, he could only lose this battle, but he could not lose. If he lost, he might become Zhongzhou's eternal sinner.
In a few days, people from Southern Xinjiang were massacred in all directions, and most of the names on Fengyun Stone had been occupied by people from Southern Xinjiang.
"Yun Lingfeng, I'm here to meet you today!" A middle-aged man left his name on the wind and cloud stone with a palm strike, and then bluntly challenged Yun Lingfeng, the best palm in the world.
"Huh, Yue Linchuan won't come, you're not qualified enough!" Yun Lingfeng sneered, turned the heaven and earth with his palms, and then shot out, like a landslide and tsunami, making people shudder and make their calves tremble.
boom!
When the middle-aged man faced Yun Lingfeng's palm, he felt as if the world was about to collapse. He was shocked and wanted to dodge, but found that he was unable to move as if a restraining spell had been cast on him.
The palm of his hand hit his chest firmly, and it instantly turned into a blood mist.
Yun Lingfeng looked arrogantly at the heroes, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Yue Linchuan, don't you want to continue the battle six hundred years ago?"
This sound, like thunder, seemed to spread throughout the entire Zhongzhou. People in Yunge City felt that their eardrums had been ruptured by the explosion. Those with lower strength actually had seven holes bleeding, and only half of them were left alive.