Demon Saint Feilian is on the run, Demon Saint Qinyuan is on the run, and so is the Demon Master Kunpeng.
The fears that emerged in the hearts of the three people were different, but the feeling of impending death still forced them to flee blindly.
As strong men who had broken through to the Broken Sky Realm early, death was already very strange to them, so strange that the assumption that they would die did not even exist in their consciousness.
But after witnessing the death of the Nine Infant Demon Saint by Lin Mo's sword, witnessing the death of the Iron Demon Saint by Zunhuangtian's axe, and personally experiencing the horror of his mind being wiped out.
Their reverence for life was finally awakened again.
Therefore, the three of them ignored the chaotic space and forcibly broke through the battlefield and returned to the demon clan's sphere of influence.
It wasn't until they saw the Demon Emperor City, the central imperial city of the original Demon Realm, that the fear lingering in their hearts dissipated a little.
In the Demon Emperor City, there is also a Demon Saint sitting in charge. The demons call him the Fierce God, but he calls himself Garuda.
Garuda is currently staying in his own residence, playing a game of chess with a young man in front of him who looks sad.
The young man looked at the chaotic arrangement of black and white stones, his expression became more and more impatient, and finally he lifted the chessboard and said:
"The provocation you just provoked the King of Heaven will definitely be settled later!"
Garuda was wearing a mask, a mask that belonged exclusively to the eight tribes of the Human World Society, so the changes in his expression could not be observed by the young man in front of him.
It's just that the tone sounded a little bland and indifferent.
"As for what happens afterward, the prerequisites must be in place. What you should worry about now is how to break through the Shattered Sky Realm as soon as possible!"
The young man sitting opposite him curled his lips, and then took out a mask from the space ring, a mask that belonged exclusively to the eight tribes of his Human World Society, the Gandharva.
After putting on the mask, he felt that some of the irritability in his heart had subsided a lot.
"Although Xiang Liu's consciousness was eroded by me little by little with your help, the way for your demon clan to ascend to the Broken Sky Realm is to use your powerful body to break through the limitations, thereby regaining the projection of all selves and reaching the realm of the only true self.
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This is too difficult for me. After all, I am not a pure demon body, and Xiang Liu's demon body has ceased to exist in ancient times.
But I always feel a little uncomfortable using the method you taught me to condense the demon body.
I was originally a monster, but now I have become a human being and a monster, wouldn’t it..."
Having said this, Gandharva suddenly stopped speaking, because he saw Garuda clenching his fists, as if he was preparing to give him a head-on blow.
At this time, Garuda's tone was no longer calm, and there was even a hint of anger.
"What kind of monster is not a monster? Didn't I say it before? If you really blame it, which one of the eight tribes is not an inhuman monster! Besides, I have now become what you call a monster!"
Gandharva looked directly at Garuda. Through the two layers of masks, their eyes met. There was nothing strange about what they saw. Only the green years of the past were reflected in his pupils.
"So what is your purpose?
I know your heart is still towards the human race, otherwise you wouldn't gather those innocent people in private.
Although you call those people slaves outside, they can still live peacefully in your territory.
But why do you want to spread the technique of condensing the demon body? Is it true that as several other demon saints said, the human race is the key to the third great calamity?"
Garuda was silent for a moment and said:
"I won't answer this question because I'm not sure.
All I can do is to protect the continuation of some lives to a limited extent, whether human beings or monsters, any life is worthy of respect."
"You are a strong person in the Shattering Sky Realm!" Gandharva hated that iron could not make steel.
Garuda smiled bitterly: "So what if I am in the Shattered Sky Realm? I cannot change the current situation of the demon clan by myself. The limit of what I can do is to save some innocent people from being devoured by the demon clan.
As for those warriors, they should be aware from the moment they step onto the path of martial arts.
For example, I have already made up my mind to die at all times."
"You..." A surge of anger surged into Gandharva's heart, but then dissipated inexplicably. Similar conversations had happened countless times in the past few years.
What he was angry about was not that Garuda was on the side of the demon clan, nor the other party's behavior, but that he was dissatisfied with his excessive respect for the demon emperor and even his excessive deification.
It seems that as long as Emperor Jun is around, the demon clan is invincible.
How could they, the eight tribes that dominate the world, be so cowardly and surrender to a certain person, or a certain monster!
Then, just as he was about to launch the same verbal attack, he suddenly noticed a powerful demonic aura approaching from the distance.
Before he could react, a middle-aged man with a pale face appeared in front of him. He was the Feilian Demon Saint who escaped from the Big Skull Alliance.
When he saw Garuda and Gandharva, Demon Saint Feilian was a little panicked and said:
"Fierce god, Xiang Liu, something bad has happened! Jiu Ying...he is dead!"
Garuda's tall body swayed subconsciously. As a master who also broke through the Shattered Sky Realm, he knew how difficult it was to be killed as the only existence of his true self.
He stared at Demon Saint Feilian without saying a word, as if to confirm whether the other party was joking with him again.
Although Gandharva was shocked, she was silently applauding in her heart and asked quickly:
"Who killed him? It was Tian...cough, was it Lin Mo?"
Demon Saint Feilian stared at Gandharva in stunned silence, obviously not expecting that he would hit the mark, but then he had some more questions.
"Xiang Liu, why do you say that?"
Gandharva coughed dryly, pointed to the sky and said:
"Have you not noticed that the world of universal knowledge has reopened?
I have integrated everything about Huangfu Lingyun, so I can naturally enter the world of knowledge through his identity.
In several groups, I saw Lin Mo saying that he had returned, and that the human race seemed to have launched a general offensive against the demon race."
Demon Saint Fei Lian nodded and did not ask any more questions. Although Xiang Liu has not yet recovered the strength of the Demon Saint, as a great sage of the Demon Clan who has lived from ancient times to the present, he will give him some respect and trust.
"You guessed it right, it was Lin Mo. What you never expected was that Lin Mo killed Jiu Ying with one blow.
However, the old injury of Jiu Ying at that time was not healed, and later he was plotted by the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation in Heaven. His strength was not even ten, so killing such Jiu Ying seemed to be..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw another powerful demonic energy sweeping through the void!
Before the figure of the visitor was revealed, the voice reached the ears of the monsters first.
"Something bad has happened! He was killed!"
Looking at the frightened Qinyuan Demon Saint, they were about to ask, but they saw another flash of silver light coming, and at the same time he also brought even worse bad news.
"Something bad has happened! Both Mou Jun and Ce Jun were killed!"