"Even if it is not an immortal weapon, it should be a treasure similar to the immortal weapon. Otherwise, it would be impossible to attract a powerful man like the Demon King to issue such an order..."

Bai Zhanqing continued.

"Yeah!" Fei Ting nodded.

For powerful people in the virtual fairyland of the Demon King, the perfect spiritual weapon is no longer effective. It can make them excited and kill countless tribes without hesitation. No one believes that the value of the treasure is lower than that of the immortal weapon.

"Since the word 'Saint' appears in the air, will it be a saint coming?" Na Yuqiong interrupted.

"This is even less likely!"

Fei Ting explained: "Saint is a name that only people who control a certain way of limiting their control or even surpassing them. The cultivation of such a person is unfathomable. Not only does he surpass the Void Immortal, but he is far inferior to the True Immortal... Ten thousand years ago, the immortal road in Qianyuan Continent was cut off, and the immortal energy could not be descended, and the immortal spirit energy was completely interrupted. Without this thing, the peak of Void Immortal could not be broken through... The True Immortal could not be produced, let alone the saint!"

Progress in cultivation does not mean that you can make progress by having high talent and mysterious skills. It is also related to spiritual veins.

For example, if you want to break through the inheritance, you must have a first-class spiritual vein; if you want to break through to eternity, you must have a super spiritual vein...

Similarly, if you want to attack the true immortal and take the last step, you must have the aura of the immortal spirit. If you don’t have this thing... just dreaming!

In Qianyuan Continent, there is not even ordinary spiritual energy, so it can only steal from the spiritual abyss... not to mention the higher-level fairy spirit energy.

Therefore, for thousands of years, no true immortal appeared in the entire continent, and the highest was only the peak of the ninth level of the virtual immortal.

Eight thousand years ago, a peerless genius who practiced demon skills appeared in the human race, the Great Demon King of Pure Land, killing everywhere just to hit this realm. As a result, in the end, he failed to do it either.

He couldn't even succeed, and he didn't believe that anyone could break through, and even reached a higher level of "saint realm"!

"The aura of immortality?" Su Yin frowned.

In the Tai Chi diagram, will the "special spiritual energy" that lights up the stars be the fairy energy that the other party calls?

If you accumulate too much, can you impact the true immortal?

After trying to find someone to ask, Su Yin finally swallowed it.

If it is really the aura of a fairy spirit, it will inevitably cause great storms and attract countless powerful fairy masters. Even if his current strength is strong, he will not be able to compete with such a cultivator.

The kingly way is to keep money from being exposed and development is to be vulgar.

"How many trolls are there in the total range of Yanzhou? How do you distribute the strong ones?"

Fei Ting continued to ask.

"I don't know about Da Yanzhou, but as a demon general, there are still some masters under my command, three strong men at the first level of eternal level! Seventh in the half-step eternal realm, inheritance of the ninth level, twenty, forty in the eighth level, and forty in the seventh level, and sixty in the seventh level..."

Jie Mo Luo answered.

"this……"

Everyone in the room changed their faces.

Although Fei Ting, the head of the Elder Hall, is not the highest cultivation level in Da Yanzhou, is ranked at the top. Even so, he can only reach the seventh level of inheritance...

The other party's command exceeded 100 people...

How can I fight this?

Once all of them come over, the people from the alliance alone cannot resist.

Everyone was worried, and saw Elder Xuanye hurried over.

"The Lord of the Hall..."

"How about it?"

The man who was sent out to encircle and suppress the trolls. When he came back at this time, he showed that there must be a result. Fei Ting didn't care about interrogating Jie Mo Luo and asked.

"The trolls seem to know that something happened to Mingjiang and the others. The station has already left and the building is empty, so we have lost it..." The owner of Xuanye Hall smiled bitterly.

Fei Ting frowned and looked at the Jie Mo Luo who was lying in the hall: "Did you guess that they have evacuated long ago? So, there is no hurry?"

When this person was able to escape, he did not leave directly, but wanted to kill himself, which means that he had already confirmed that his clan members would be fine...

"You human race have jade tablets containing soul aura. Of course, we trolls have them. Mingjiang and countless elders were killed. How could the guards not know the danger?"

Jiemo Luodao.

Once the jade plaque containing the soul aura is broken, it means that the person has fallen. The Zhenxian Sect relied on this to know that the sect leader and others passed away.

There is a human race, and there is definitely a troll race!

"I took it for granted..." Fei Ting shook his head after receiving his sure answer.

In fact, he thought of it, but he felt that as long as the speed was fast, he might be able to successfully wipe out the opponent before he responded. Now it seems that the reaction speed of the trolls is no slower than that of them.

From the death of Mingjiang to the sending troops to the opponent's nest, it was useless for an hour, but in such a short time, the opponent had all evacuated and nothing was left.

This ability and decisiveness are difficult to accomplish even in the alliance.

"Do you know where they went?" Fei Ting asked.

"Anything happens, I must have gone to [Demonic Yuan Ridge]!" Jie Mo Luo.

"Magic Yuan Ridge?"

Fei Ting clenched his fists.

"Where is this?" Su Yin asked when they looked wrong.

"It is the upper reaches of the Lingyuan Long River, where the passage entrance is located. It is rich in demonic energy, complex terrain, easy to defend but difficult to attack..." Fei Ting explained.

Su Yin understood.

It seems that this so-called Demon Yuan Ridge is the real nest of the trolls, equivalent to the human race's Dalong Mountain. If you don't have enough confidence, you will be easily ambushed, and in the end it will not be killed, but killed.

"Master, what should we do now? Should we catch up with you in one go?" Xuan Ye asked.

"No need, let everyone come back to repair it first!" Fei Ting said after pondering for a moment.

No one knows what the Demon Yuan Ridge looks like. Now they are ready, and it is almost impossible to attack again.

Since that's the case, it's better to come back and adjust!

Although I gained very little this time, only three first-class spiritual veins were obtained, I got a lot of treasures, and in a short period of time, no matter how much I consumed it, it should allow many people to break through.

Then, you will be more confident.

Xuan Ye nodded.

As the master of the Poison Master Hall, his poison has long been exhausted and he really needs to be prepared again.

"What should I do?" The room calmed down again, Bai Zhanqing pointed at the kema Luo.

"So strong is a hidden danger sooner or later. Since you have said everything you should say, kill it..." Fei Ting nodded.

Such a powerful enemy will sooner or later become a disaster. If he can fight with the troll for many years, how can he be a woman's kindness?

"Kill me, I will not let you go..."

Knowing that he would die, Jie Mo Luo's clone roared. It took not long, and his voice stopped abruptly. His head was chopped off in public, and he died with his eyes closed.

It wasn't that the old turtle's lightning was bombarded repeatedly, even if he stood there, this person could not kill him. Unfortunately... there was no if in reality.

"Let the injured people in the alliance fight first, rest assured to heal the wounded. Sect masters, please bring all the masters in the sect here... This may be a decisive battle. Once the alliance cannot resist it, the Great Yanzhou will be destroyed..."

After killing Jie Mo Luo, Fei Ting gave orders one by one.

Although the trolls escaped back to the Demon Yuan Ridge, as long as they adjust and attract more powerful people from the channel, the battle will definitely continue again, even more tragic.

So... you must prepare in advance and even make a desperate plan.

"Yes!" Mo Qingcheng and others nodded and retreated with a serious expression.

Su Yin was not good at arranging how to fight and how to arrange troops and arrange troops, so he was too lazy to interrupt. Soon, all arrangements were made.

Su Yin was about to leave Lingyuan with everyone, go to the Forbidden Hall, see the ban left by Lin Xuan, or study other professions, and take the opportunity to attack the Eternal Realm, and see General Na Yuqiong coming to the front.

"I want to ask you something... I hope my uncle will agree!" He pulled him down and left a few blockades, Na Yuqiong gritted his teeth and said.

"oh?"

Su Yin looked over and said, "Tell me, as long as I can help, it's okay to promise you."

With his fists tightened, Na Yuqiong's eyes showed a decisive look: "I want to rush forward like Master Xuanye Hall and others to fight the enemy, and ask Uncle Master to help me draw the array pattern..."

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Chapter completed!