Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth IX looking for countermeasures
Holy Son Lei Mie frowned as he looked at the young men fighting outside Jiebi Pass.
He was delayed in Jiebi Pass for a long time, not knowing what happened before.
However, he was deeply shocked by the overwhelming tide of heavenly demons and the figures fighting hard in the tide of heavenly demons.
Thinking back again, he realized that these young men should be the fire left by the monks and the future of the Qingwei world!
"You go in and don't stay here, just in case."
Holy Son Lei Mie pointed at the gate of Jiebi Pass and shouted to the young people.
Just in case, he didn't say clearly, but every young man understood what he meant.
"I won't go in, I want to watch my ancestors fight here!"
A young man said with red eyes.
"Yes! We can fight even if we don't leave!"
Some teenagers were extremely unconvinced and said stubbornly while holding their necks.
"You haven't even achieved immortality yet, why don't you go in and stay here to die?"
Holy Son Lei Mie was so angry that he pointed at the city wall and cursed: "They are all stupid, so why can't they watch the battle on the city wall? Do they have to wait here to die?"
His rough voice echoed at the city gate, making the heads of these teenagers buzz.
They were stunned, then suddenly slapped their heads and ran towards the pass one after another.
Grandma, she was so focused on her sadness that she forgot to go up the city wall.
They can't participate in the battle, at least they can't let their ancestors worry about them besides fighting.
Soon, only the Son of Thunder and the Saint of Joy were left outside the city gate.
"Holy Son..."
The Saint of Joy called out pitifully, her eyes like autumn water locked tightly on Saint Son of Thunder.
Lei Mie is a Lei cultivator, exudes a masculine and majestic aura, and is a saint son, all of which deeply attracts the Saint of Huan.
Every time she fantasizes about the scene where the Holy Son of Thunder Mie is taken into her account and the two fall in love, the Saint of Joy becomes so emotional that her legs contract involuntarily.
It's a pity that Lei Mie is crazy about it and Zishuang Tiannu treats her with disdain. Thinking of this, the Saint of Huanqing becomes filled with resentment.
In public, Holy Son Lei Mie never imagined that someone would care about him.
He walked past the Saint of Joy and others as if he had never heard anything before, stretched out his arms, raised his arms and shouted: "Let's go, follow this holy son to kill the enemy!"
"yes!"
The followers behind him shouted in response, each offering their magic weapon, and fiercely attacked the demonic tide in the sky!
In the blink of an eye, the place was empty, except for a few wisps of cold wind blowing by, whimpering like the fallen ancestors mourning.
The Saint of Joy stretched out her jade hand and grabbed it a few times, then struck her hard in front of her.
"Bang!"
The void vibrated, making a sonic boom.
It can be seen that this saint is not only famous for her beauty, but also her strength cannot be underestimated.
Her bright red lips parted slightly, and she sneered: "Since others look down on us, why should we ask for trouble?"
Behind her, a gloomy-looking male cultivator in golden robes, his lustful eyes licked the exquisite body of the Saint of Joy, smacked his lips and said: "Saint, most of the people from various forces are on the battlefield outside the territory at this time.
It’s a good time to have a decisive battle with Da Zhou.”
The Saint of Joy suddenly opened her wonderful eyes and giggled: "You are still thoughtful. In this calamity, Da Cang and Da Zhou are the protagonists."
"As long as the two countries decide the winner as soon as possible, the demon clan will naturally retreat, and this saint will go back to help the great heaven. It can be regarded as a contribution to the calamity. Who dares to say that this saint is wrong!"
She smiled proudly, looking with disdain at the white figure that appeared and disappeared in the tide of demons, and raised the corners of her lips.
Fight, fight, it's better if you all die in the tide of demons!
"Let's go!"
The Saint of Joy twisted her waist, with the strange fragrance curling up from her body, turned around and walked towards the boundary wall pass.
The followers behind her looked at each other, their eyes flashing.
Several of them couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts when they saw that she was really leaving without any intention of joining the war.
But now they were riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.
The front of Jiebi Pass was truly empty, with only the young men lined up on the city wall witnessing the tragic moments outside the pass.
At this time, in the black and red sky, the figures of Jia Lou Tian Demon King, Qing Ping Jian and Yu Dai Taoist had long disappeared.
Dao Zun's power is too strong. If he exerts all his strength, the battlefield outside the territory will not be able to support it and will inevitably collapse.
Therefore, every time when a calamity comes, if a Taoist master takes action, he will fight in the chaos to determine the winner.
At this time, Yue Chen couldn't spare the slightest thought to observe the movement above his head. He only knew that these demons were getting stronger as they fought, and their mana was getting less and less.
If this continues, let alone them, I am afraid that none of the monks currently in the battlefield outside the territory will be able to return alive.
He was anxious and constantly thinking about countermeasures.
It is impossible for these demons to become stronger as they fight for no reason, there must be a reason.
After a long time, when he smashed a demon in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian with one punch, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Just now, this demon looked intoxicated in front of him and took a long breath. Then he saw its body swell, and its breath increased sharply visible to the naked eye.
There is nothing that the devil can swallow in this extraterrestrial battlefield, and naturally it is all kinds of negative emotions!
This is the innate skill of the Demon Clan!
They originally covet the negative emotions in the world, and they want to destroy the world, so that they can take advantage of the world's despair and absorb the negative emotions to strengthen themselves.
Knowing the reason, Yue Chen had to come up with countermeasures.
While he was controlling the Golden Cauldron of the God of Ten Thousand Tribulations to fight against the demons, he was meditating hard and searching through the memories in his mind to find a way to deal with it.