"Sect Master, help me!"

"Escape quickly and escape overseas!"

The ancient martial arts world was in chaos, and everyone ran for their lives wildly.

The man in black strolled through the clouds, from south to north, wherever he passed, no matter how strong or weak the monks were, they all became food in his mouth.

"Crash the small world and die together with the ancestor demon!"

"The ancestor demon is immortal!"

"Run, rush into the endless void!"

All worlds are also crazy, one after another, turning into demonic land, and no creature is spared. The ancestor demon carries endless demonic energy and flows in the void, turning all small worlds into a forest hell without a trace of vitality!

This kind of thing has never happened. The monks roared to the sky, but they still struggled to escape their fate. No matter how far they escaped, they could not escape the eyes and poisonous hands of each person, a demon.

Nie Fan stood above the north of the city, looking at the wailing world, his mind was shocked like never before, his eyes were red, and he wished he could rush over and cut the man and his demon into pieces!

Yang Xue stood beside him pretty. Even if she was calm, her heart that could see through everything was ups and downs at this moment, with her lips tightly pursing, and a cold feeling surged in her beautiful eyes.

"It's a pity, it's still too late." After a while, the anger in Nie Fan's eyes turned into a dark look. Although he had various adventures, he was now just the peak of foundation building and was far from the opponent of that person and one demon. Even if he gathered two other swords now and had achieved great success in the Seven Evil Sword Technique, he would not be able to do anything to the two of them.

Yang Xue frowned slightly and said softly: "Rumored me before the head left, you are the key to this catastrophe."

Nie Fan was stunned when he heard this and turned to look at Yang Xuening. He had long ago not believed that anyone could calculate a person's fate, but when he said it from Yang Xuening's mouth, he couldn't help but think about it.

"Is there anything else?" Nie Fan was silent for a while and asked.

Yang Xuening's beautiful eyes were as clear as a clear spring. She looked at him quietly and shook her head gently.

Nie Fan felt thoughtful, standing in the void, looking at the north.

In the south, at the top of the clouds, the man in black breathed a sigh of relief, his figure becoming more and more vague, exuding a fairy spirit. He looked down, smiled slightly, and said to himself, "It's finally recovered 20%. Unfortunately, those places of exile were taken away by the old man, otherwise I should have recovered to 80%. Now it seems that I can only go overseas."

The man in black smiled and shook his head gently, looked at the direction of the capital, turned around and walked eastward.

Not long after the man in black left, an old man with white hair and a waist-length arm holding a dragon-headed staff stepped forward, looked at his back, turned around and walked towards Kunlun.

At the highest peak of Kunlun, the red flames pounded, and the surroundings were like magma, constantly flowing outward. I don’t know how many years have passed, but they still gushed.

The man in white looked calm, as if he had no warmth. He sat cross-legged on it quietly, with the red flames rolling, but he could not touch a corner of him at all.

"Why don't you take action?" The old man appeared in front of the head of Kunlun, his old expression could not be seen at all.

Kunlun leader Qi Tian was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes not opening, and said, "Didn't you take action?"

The old man's turbid eyes flashed with a ray of light, staring at Qi Tian and said, "I want to know, are you demonized?"

"You can see if you want." Qi Tian opened his eyes and looked up at him.

The old man opened his eyes and stood at the moment. A bolt from the blue above his head. Thunder suddenly appeared. The old man's invisible momentum rose. His eyes flashed with green light and looked at Qi Tian not far away.

His expression was solemn, as if he had used a lot of power to sweep his whole body from Qi Tian's head, without letting go.

"You are indeed not demonized." After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze and nodded.

Qi Tian kept looking at him with a calm expression until the old man withdrew his gaze and said, "I will appear then."

The old man didn't say anything, looked at him again, turned his head and turned toward the direction of the capital.

Qi Tian kept watching the dragon guardian elder leave, then slowly closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

The old man left, and did not return to the dragon to protect the small world, but went directly into the small mountain.

"How is it?" In the deepest part of the mountain, the sturdy middle-aged man asked in a harsh and sonorous voice like a sword sound.

"Confirmed." The old man didn't say much, looked at his feet, as if he could penetrate the ground, and said, "How are you doing here?"

When the strong man heard this, Li Shi's expression darkened and said, "He miscalculated. The body of the ancestor god can be isolated from the demonic energy. In another half a month, it will be successful."

The old man's turbid eyes moved slightly, and he nodded and said, "The two of you will wake up soon, hoping to end this disaster soon."

The strong man was already very excited, but after hearing the old man's words, his brows frowned and his face was solemn.

Hengli came across the border and was extremely powerful. Even the Lord of Kunlun could only deal with it. In the end, he suppressed it with the help of the Kunlun Ancestral Formation. That ancestral demon was transformed by the demonic energy. In ancient times, it was a demon who could compete with Liu Shen. It was invisible and intangible. There was nothing to kill him, so he could only seal it.

But then, Liu Shen was only sealed at the price of splitting it into three parts. After suffering a loss, is there anyone who can seal him now?

The old man didn't care about his expression, pondered for a long time, and said, "They will come in at most ten days, be prepared."

The middle-aged man nodded in a serious manner, obviously he was prepared.

Xuejian Gate, the second floor of the main building of the gate.

Zhou Mei, Yang Zhi, Zhu Tian were all there, everyone looked solemn and looked angry.

"Master of the Sect, those demons have begun to infiltrate the capital. Do we really care?" Zhou Mei's pretty face was tense, and she looked at Nie Fan and said softly.

"And, the demon world has reopened. Although no great demon is born, according to my observation, if no one takes action to curb them, they will really come out in full swing." Zhu Tian, ​​who had always been silent, also spoke with a heavy tone.

Nie Fan frowned and was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved. The ancient and quaint God Tower as black and gold flew out, and the light flashed, and a picture appeared beside everyone.

I saw a mountain forest with deep fog and miasma in the south. Behind the mountains, a giant with an extremely tall body with thick skin standing like a mountain. A powerful aura that seemed to be able to break through the void and impacted everyone through the picture.

"Bar King!" Everyone was shocked. The Barbarian King was born!

Nie Fan stared at the picture and was shocked. He had seen a great Nascent Soul cultivator. The Barbarian King's aura was far stronger than him and reached an unfathomable state!

"How is the Lord of Kunlun?" Nie Fan asked the Fengshen Tower.

"She has isolated all contact, and I can't feel her." The secret voice of the Fengshen Tower was sent.

Nie Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't say anything.

The news of the resurrection of the Barbarian King has caused great waves in the ancient martial arts world, like a needle for strengthening the heart. Countless people long for the Barbarian King to go north and kill the two demons, and this unprecedented disaster in the ancient martial arts world!

"I didn't expect you to be dead yet." On a fairy island, a man in black looked at the young scholar below and said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to come out again." Liu Qingli looked calm. As the leader of this generation of patriarch guarded by God, he was not afraid of the people in front of him at all.

"Haha, okay, with you, I can recover to 90%. Even if those two guys are born, I can handle it." The man in black smiled brightly, like a cheerful young man. At first glance, he gave people infinite favor.

"Just like it was a thousand years ago, then spit it out?" Liu Qingli was fluttering in clothes, calmly.

"Haha, I got something from the ancestral demon that I can completely refine you." The man in black joked and walked forward.

"It's useless, the devil's way is incompatible. Since you have not completely become a demon, it is impossible for you to refine us." Liu Qingli's expression was dull.

"It seems you know a lot." After the man in black said, he opened his mouth violently. Liu Qingli could not resist at all and was directly sucked into his mouth. Immediately, the entire fairy island was filled with wind, like a tornado passing through, and everyone was swallowed by him.

"It's time to go back now." The aura of the man in black became more and more vague. He smiled and turned around and headed west.

"Children, it's time for you to repay me..." In a small world surrounded by black mist, the ancestor demon walked forward and went in a normal way. The rich black fog filled the sky, swallowing everything here.

Countless demons surrounded by black mist disappeared, turned into black mist, and merged into the ancestral demon.

"Haha, okay, okay, okay, I'm worthy of transforming the human race with my secret technique, I'm worthy of being the same origin..." The cold voice of the ancestor demon echoed in the void, and it was extremely happy.

After a while, the voice stopped abruptly, he turned to look north and said, "It's time to calculate the old accounts."

The world was moving, and the lightning blew during the day, deafening, resounding throughout the world for a long time.

On the other side, black fog rolled, covering most of the sun, and a huge black fog in the sky slowly surged, spreading towards the capital.

The monks in the capital thought they could escape the disaster, but when they saw this scene, they were frightened and shouted "coming".

Above the capital, the dragon guarded the great elder. The old man with white hair and waist looked calm. He leaned on a dragon-headed stick and was waiting for the two of them to arrive. There were dozens of old men behind him, all of whom were gray-haired, but had an extremely strong aura brewing.

"Haha, Long Qianwei, don't be fine!" The black fog rolled, and a huge black face appeared in the sky, looking down at the group of people below.

The extremely old Long Qianwei looked up at him and said lightly: "Shen Liu has already calculated that there is still this disaster. I am waiting for you until now."

"Long Qianwei, if you go to deceive others, you will definitely be in trouble. If you want to deceive me, you are still far from it." The black fog swelled, and a middle-aged man with a cold body appeared not far from Long Qianwei, exuding an extremely uncomfortable aura.

Long Qianwei was indifferent and turned to look at another place where lightning and thunder were roaring, and a man in black walked over.

"Hengli, you are not far from being deviled." Long Qianwei looked at him and spoke calmly.
Chapter completed!