Somewhere in the royal city.

"No, no, no, no!"

A middle-aged man in a black and white robe anxiously pulled his beard and looked up at the blood-red sky.

"What's wrong with the national teacher?"

"Why did the entire royal city suddenly change, and many soldiers are crazy!"

"National Master, hurry up and think of a solution. If this continues, we will be completely finished soon!"

"National Master, do you want to contact the ancestor and let him think about his ideas?"

This middle-aged man was the national teacher of the Canglan Empire.

He can be called the second-in-command of the entire Canglan Empire, and his strength is unfathomable.

He has already reached the perfect state of golden elixir.

It can be said that except for the Canglan Ancestor, in the Canglan Empire, even the emperor's orders may not be as useful as him.

This is what brings your own strength and prestige.

"I have reported to the ancestor, but I have not replied at all. I'm afraid there has been a huge change."

The national master sighed and looked at the soldiers who had fallen into madness, with a trace of unbearableness in his eyes.

Unlike the hands-off boss of the Canglan Ancestor, the national teacher should pay more attention to this empire. It can be said that he is working hard on many major things.

The contributions made are unique.

Even if the emperor encounters a lot of things, he needs to ask him for advice.

"What should I do?"

"These should be demonic energy. How could so many demonic energy be born in the royal city!?"

"If this continues, I will be polluted by the demonic air sooner or later."

"Do you want to take the opportunity to get out of the city and break out?"

"It's not that easy. Now the entire royal city has been completely blocked and I can't get out!"

Looking around, the entire royal city was completely covered with blood mist, and there were dense "demons" everywhere, which was the so-called madman patrol.

After the initial fight between them.

For some reason, there was suddenly order, not as chaotic as it was at the beginning, as if there was a leader suddenly.

This change is extremely unfavorable for the remaining human race.

"If you can't get out, every exit of the city wall will be occupied and guarded by no less than four or five golden elixir demons and monsters, and we can easily block us. After a long time, the demons in the entire royal city will gather here, which will be a little bit of danger."

Someone soon denied the idea of ​​leaving the city.

These demons are so terrible.

If it is just scattered and undisciplined, it would be fine, but with organizationality at the moment, it will not be so easy to deal with.

More importantly.

From beginning to end, everyone encountered demons and monsters polluted by demonic energy.

The real source has not yet appeared!

And among the demons and monsters, powerful golden elixirs have begun to appear. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the real source should be.

This is also the reason why everyone is obviously not weak in strength and has many Golden Pill Realm, but they dare not make too much noise at will.

Fear is stared at by the source of the darkness.

Many people even doubt that the reason why the ancestor had no news yet was that he was entangled by the source in the dark.

They did not dare to consider the possibility of the death of the ancestor.

After all, that is a true peerless powerful man with a half-step Nascent Soul.

Looking at the entire Qingcang world, who can match it?

Even if you can't beat it, no one can stop you from running away, right?

In their opinion, it must be the ancestor who discovered the source of the demonic energy and was being processed, but it only took a certain amount of time.

Suddenly, someone reported it.

"National Master, more than half of the entrances and exits here are blocked by demons!"

"Then transfer and change the place!"

The national master's face changed. After thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​killing the demon.

Most of these demons are low-level existences, and they are just eyes and inquiries about information. There are so many that they cannot kill them.

It's really not cost-effective to get entangled with it.

Maybe, it will attract more terrifying demons, and then there will be a hard battle and countless casualties will be killed or injured.

After repeated measurements, everyone has summarized a rule.

That is, the continuous transfer of strongholds.

It also ensures that there are at least six or more paths around at the same time. Once there are more occupied intersections, it will be transferred quickly.

There is no good solution yet, so I can only delay time temporarily.

"Old rules, General Fan and I will take the lead and clear the exit."

"The remaining Golden Pill Realm, guarding the two wings and the broken rear, the foundation building is responsible for rotating attacks, and those with weak strength try to get closer to the inside!"

"Set off!"

At the command of the national master, a group of people were dispatched in large numbers.

These are the survivors who gathered temporarily when the turmoil suddenly broke out.

Relying on a powerful royal weapon to protect it, it can isolate a lot of pollution from demonic air, which has lasted until now.

While wandering around, survivors will continue to gather and strengthen their strength little by little.

By now, nearly a thousand people have gathered.

Among them, more than 60% of them have cultivation, and the rest are ordinary people.

There are less than 10% of the true strong people who are on the foundation building.

And after a wave of bloody battles, a lot of losses fell, resulting in even less strength.

Therefore, if you can not fight head-on, you will not fight head-on.

When you meet a demon, try to hide as much as possible. If you really have no choice, you will clear the enemy as quickly as possible.

In order to avoid the movement of the war causing more trouble and danger.

"You must hold on, maybe the ancestor will come to save us soon!"

This is an important sentence that supports everyone's confidence not to collapse.

Many people still hold hope, but some people have completely no expectations for the ancestor.

"National Master, what should I do next?"

"We have always been unable to live without the royal city. If this continues, sooner or later, we will be completely wiped out one day."

When he arrived at a safe place, General Fan whispered.

Looking at General Fan's worried expression, the national master also smiled bitterly and sighed: "I don't know that if this continues, the outcome will be very miserable, but you also saw that not long ago, the token given by the ancestor became a masterless thing. You should understand what this means?"

Once every treasure has its owner.

Unless the breath of its original owner is erased, this treasure will never be used by the next owner.

Unless it becomes a homeless thing.

And if you want to become a masterless thing, there is only one possibility besides forcibly erasing the original master's aura.

That is, the original owner has fallen, and the treasure will naturally become a masterless thing.

The treasure token given by the Canglan Patriarch was precisely because of his own breath that it could intimidate countless powerful people.

Now this wisp of breath has dissipated.

Obviously, there can only be one answer.

"I'm afraid, the ancestor really fell."

The national master looked up at the blood-red sky, his voice full of helplessness and powerlessness.

He had tried his best to lead everyone to survive, but unfortunately, this fragile and hopeless team would be broken when it would be broken.

"The ancestor has fallen..."

Although he had already guessed it, General Fan was still depressed after confirming the news.

This means that they will not have any reinforcements.
Chapter completed!