Last time, when the ancestor Luohu was seriously injured, he gritted his teeth and crossed the Wuzhuangguan battlefield, hoping to recover from his injuries as soon as possible with the help of the Soul-Devouring Wheel Blood Formation.

Facing a quasi-saint late-stage expert like Zulong, Luohu, who was as strong as a man, was torn through his defense by violent energy and was seriously injured. If it weren't for the extraordinary defense of the twelfth-grade Chaos Black Lotus, it might not be as simple as serious injury.

Perhaps Luohu's luck was not over, so he saved his life, but the serious internal injuries forced him to speed up his pace of sneaking to Wuzhuangguan battlefield.

Not to mention Luohu's incident, the battle of Wuzhuangguan is coming to an end. It can be said that the battle at this time is no longer a duel between Taoist demons, but a demon suppression operation. The demon army was defeated and hundreds of thousands of troops fled. The three clan coalition forces and the alliance of random cultivators launched a charge and achieved a decisive victory in this ten thousand years of battle.

Below the battlefield, Haotian had already completed the sealing work. He took a spirit-condensing pill and began to nourish the soul. He used the soul power at high intensity for many consecutive days to draw array diagrams and restrictions, and even Haotian could not bear it.

The Yunling Pill is a top-quality pill refined by Haotian himself. It melts at the mouth and turns into a trickle of water to penetrate into all parts of the body, and then focuses on the soul space.

The combination of the Soul Pill and the Innate One Yuan Purple Qi, the consumed soul is a little bit rich, and a few large circles will return to its peak state.

After a little sense, Haotian showed joy on his face and said softly: "I didn't expect that the Tianyan magic power would have such a miraculous effect on the forging of the soul. The progress of several days is comparable to that of the usual thousand-year practice, and he can vaguely feel the power of the rules."

"The fall of the Ancestral Dragon will inevitably lead to turmoil in the prehistoric world. It seems that the remnants of the demonic path on the battlefield must be quickly resolved. It is a wonderful idea to leave this place." The mental state was restored, and for a moment, Haotian was in a state of mind.

The moment Haotian flew out of the earth, Lei Ming, who was chasing the remaining monks of the Demonic Path, suddenly felt, looked ecstatic, and said loudly: "Master is here!"

Haotian and Xiaolin disappeared together, which made everyone in the Random Cultivator League worry. If it weren't for the critical moment of the battle, they would have gone to search for it at all costs.

The thunderous roar alarmed the monks who had been in the radius of dozens of miles. The cultivators all smiled. When the demon cultivators heard the name of Haotian, they were even more frightened and screamed and fled. Unfortunately, the cultivators who were so energetic that they did not give them any chance, and they each used their great powers to kill the fleeing demon cultivators.

Immediately afterwards, a huge purple-gold light filled the world, and a peerless magic sword wrapped in lightning flashed in the light. In a moment, billions of sword energy enveloped the void. Thousands of demon cultivators in this area groaned, and burst without any resistance, with blood and internal organs flying everywhere.

Above the giant sword, a figure gradually condensed from virtual to real, and the purple and golden eyes were extremely conspicuous in the sun. Haotian's spiritual sense covered a million miles of area. He pinched his hand gesture slightly and shouted: "The Tao follows nature, fusion!"

In an instant, Haotian's figure disappeared, fitting into the entire area. Everything, life and non-life, within a million miles, was under his control. Everyone, including the elders of the three tribes, felt that their destiny was uncontrolled.

The elders of the three clans looked at each other, their faces full of horror, and quietly used their magical powers to fly away. Although they did not feel Haotian's malice, the feeling of uneasiness would be reduced only if they were far away from Haotian's spiritual range.

Everyone knew very well that Haotian and Xiaolin disappeared a few days ago, and now Haotian returns safely afterwards. Xiaolin's situation can be imagined. The morale of the demon cultivator plummeted, and more than half of the people put down their weapons, tied their own souls, and surrendered without fighting.

Of course, there are also some loyal and martyrs who have exploded themselves in order to clear certain obstacles for the rise of the Demon Palace before they die. This kind of courage is worthy of admiration, but the consequence of blind impulse is that the gain is not worth the loss.

Just as they compressed their entire body's energy and spirit into their dantian, a huge power fell from the sky, and instantly frozen their bodies and souls.

The mighty power of heaven and earth came. In an instant, all the demon cultivators who were about to explode could not bear the pressure, and their physical body and soul shattered one after another.

"How can the clown jumping, block the power of the world!" The cold snorted across the millions of miles of area, and the demon cultivator who was still resisting suddenly felt cold and was shocked and dared not move anymore.

"I don't want to commit more murder, but some people must die!" Haotian's cold voice came from Tianxu again, and hundreds of sword auras burst out from the Sword of the God Xiao Emperor, shooting in all directions.

The screams passed, and hundreds of blood-stained demon cultivators fell to the ground, stirring up a piece of dust. After careful observation, there was a red dot on their foreheads. Those who were interested also found that these hundreds of people were powerful people above the Nine Heavens Xuanxian, and they had at least a thousand allied lives on their hands.

As Haotian said, he did not want to create more killing karma, but these vicious people must die. If they do not perish, the dead Allied soldiers will find it difficult to remain peaceful.

The way of nature is extremely powerful. Although Haotian has not mastered the rules, the magical powers and energy that can be used are far beyond the past. Wherever the sword light passes, there will be creatures that will die. Even Daluo people can only take a look at protecting themselves.

Haotian showed great power and became increasingly prestige in the coalition. Some monks of the three tribes were quietly impressed by Haotian's strength.

"Marson!" "Marson!"...

Victory is coming, and worshipful looking at the purple gold figure in the sky. All the Allied monks raised their arms and shouted. The waves actually covered the shouts of killing, and echoed in the void without realizing it.

Seeing this scene, the elder of the Qilin clan outside the realm of Million Miles of Taoism was gloomy, and his eyes were flashing with a hidden evil light, and he said, "This boy is becoming more and more difficult to control, I think it is better..." As he spoke, he compared a chopping posture with one hand.

The elder of the Phoenix Clan hurriedly agreed, but the elder of the Dragon Clan did not express his opinion.

"Brother Dao, do you still have to let this son grow up? Even if he is a disciple of Hongjun, he can't keep it!" Elder Qilin looked directly at the elder of the Dragon Clan, his tone was extremely firm.

"My fellow Taoist said very well, but if you don't leave any traces, you must kill with one blow. In this way, it may be quite difficult." The elder of the dragon clan frowned and slowly spoke out his worries.

The elder of the Feng Clan nodded and said, "What fellow Taoist said is not without reason, I don't know what good ideas are there?"

"The good strategy is not good. I heard that Haotian has a beloved disciple called Du'er True Man. As long as he can be captured and is not afraid that Haotian will not submit." Zulong's tone was plain, but the gloomy murderous intent could put pressure on people invisibly.

The phoenix eyes lit up, and the elder of the Phoenix clan praised: "Okay, capture the child Du'er, and set up a net of heaven and earth, so you will not have to worry about not being able to kill Haotian!"

"So, I should do this and this..." Zulong's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was almost unheard in the end.

Looking at the backs of the elder of the Phoenix Clan and the elder of the Qilin Clan, the elder of the Dragon Clan sneered, "I want me to die in the hands of Haotian and then annex my dragon clan. The calculation is good."

The Great Elder Qilin who was surveying the terrain in a valley was moist, his fists were clenched, and he said with gritted teeth: "Haotian, if you kill my descendants, I will make you never be reborn!"

At the same time, the elder of the Feng Clan who had hidden his body and rushed to the battlefield, thought to himself, with a look on his face, murmured to himself: "If you tell Haotian this news, I wonder what the situation will be like?"

That night, a black shadow flew into Haotian's temporary camp and quietly left half an hour later without alarming any monks.

The next day, a shocking news spread throughout the military camp: Marshal Haotian's apprentice was plundered by unknown monks!

If he was able to capture Du'er True Man in the military camp without disturbing any soldiers, his cultivation level was at least in the realm of Daluo Jue Xian, and everyone couldn't help but start to speculate.

"It must be the great elder of the Dragon Clan. When he heard that the Ancestral Dragon had died, he would inevitably do something extreme."

"Nothing nonsense, the Great Elder has always been kind, how could he do such a despicable thing? Besides, the death of the ancestor has nothing to do with the marshal. The Great Elder will never capture the real person."

"I don't think it's the Great Elder. Maybe it's a strong man who is still hidden in the Demon Palace. Seeing that the Marshal is powerful, he dared not respond to the challenge head-on, so he had to take this downside."

"Brothers are imagining that you are as powerful as your Phoenix Clan has only one Daluo Juexian. How can Wanku Demon Palace have so many Juexian strong men? Don't give the noble elder a leniency. Maybe he did this because he was jealous of the Marshal."

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When Haotian came in with a gloomy face, the conference hall was already in full swing and various interest groups quarreled.

Sitting straight to the main seat, Haotian slowly pressed his hands, and everyone consciously kept silent.

"Everyone, everyone is worried about Duhe. I decided to go to the Soul Valley to investigate in person. During this period, I hope to try my best to eliminate the remaining forces of the Demon Army and not to make trouble inside." Haotian sighed softly, and a slightly tired voice came into the ears of every monk present.

Because of Du'er Zhenren, Haotian's energy was brittle, and his energy and spirit fell to a low point overnight.

"Brother Dao, be careful of the trap!" Zhen Yuanzi knew that Haotian had decided to leave, so he did not persuade him, but just said with concern.

Haotian nodded slightly to everyone and then headed west.

The Soul Valley is located at the intersection of several mountains more than ten million miles west of Wuzhuang Temple. It is full of miasma all year round. Legend has it that powerful demons and terrifying ferocious beasts are hidden in it.

For thousands of years, Soul Valley has been one of the forbidden areas in the billions of miles of area. Even Daluo people dare not boast about being able to come out safely.

But today, the silent soul valley ushered in a strong young man. His youth was as usual, with no breath of fireworks in his steps, leaving behind a long-lasting afterimage in the void.

But it is a dangerous place. The mountains are made of stones as bones, and the stones are the essence of soil. The rugged and stunning islands are towering, and the miasma and demonic flames are better than the sea of ​​suffering. Wild beasts are trapped in the deep forests, and several ferocious birds live in the willows. It is indeed a thousand-year-old ancient site, and the dangerous place is hundreds of millions of years. The black clouds are not far away, and the cold air is still there. Even if it is not as good as the Demon Palace of Ten Thousand Caves and the Sea of ​​Border Blood, it is not far behind.

The valley today is extremely quiet, and you can't even hear the roar of beasts. All the ferocious beasts are hiding in the dark, roaring in a low voice, but they dare not walk around, as if they were afraid, as if they were receiving instructions.

"I want to see what tricks you can do. At worst, you can expose your trump card and beat you all in one go." Haotian's lips slightly raised, and a sarcastic look flashed.

Just as Haotian stepped into the Soul Valley, the battlefield of Wanshou Mountain attracted a shocking evil spirit, and the bloody storm quietly rose again...

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