In front of the army, a splendid Luan chariot, pulled by nine phoenixes, stood hundreds of feet above the ground with a majestic momentum.

Looking from the outside, this Luan car is very calm, without any fluctuation of breath.

But in fact, inside the Luan Car, Liang Yan was doing his exercises cross-legged, using his hands to create a series of spells. Four different colors of rays of light filled the space inside the car.

There was a flag hanging in front of him, with a huge claw painted on the back, and countless demons surrendering under its claws. On the front were mysterious runes, with the four characters "Edict of Ten Thousand Demons" faintly visible.

At this moment, Liang Yan's face was serious, and rays of spiritual light burst out from his fingertips and disappeared into the flags in front of him.

But there is always a faint layer of yellow cloud on the surface of the flag, which blocks his various magical powers and techniques. Even if a spiritual light occasionally breaks through the yellow cloud and disappears into the flag, it can only make it shake slightly. After a while,

There was no response.

After being in a stalemate like this for a long time, suddenly there was a muffled sound, and all the four-color glow in the car disappeared, and the flag flag also lost its light, fell from mid-air, and fell to the ground.

“It still doesn’t work”

Liang Yan looked at the treasure banner lying on the ground and sighed softly.

This is the Ten Thousand Demons Banner that was taken from Xue Ju!

Before that, he tried more than ten refining methods using the four spiritual powers of Buddhism, Demon, Taoism, and Confucianism. It took him seven days and seven nights, but he was still unable to refine this treasure flag.

Until today, the last refining method has been used, and Liang Yan finally showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"It seems that this is a magic weapon left by a saint. Only a saint can do this! Even if he is not here, and even if this magic weapon has been given to his disciples, no one else can refine it."

"I heard that there is a Demon Saint among the Four Saints of the Heavenly Palace. This Ten Thousand Demon Banners is most likely his. Every time I try to refine it, a powerful demon power appears inside the magic weapon. If I continue to refine it,

, I’m afraid I’ll be hurt by this demonic force, and then I’ll lose all the rice.”

Sighing slightly, Liang Yan raised his hand and took the treasure flag that fell on the ground into his hand.

"Ten Thousand Monster Banners, Ten Thousand Monster Banners, it seems that you and I are not destined to be together for the time being, so I can only force you to live in the dust for a while."

After saying that, he cast several spells in succession, planted thirteen layers of sealing restrictions on the Ten Thousand Demon Banners, and then threw them into the Taixu Gourd at his waist.

Just a moment after he settled down, someone came from outside the car and reported: "Commander! There is a river of blood ahead."

“Have we arrived yet?”

Liang Yan murmured to himself, and casually cast a magic spell to release the restrictions he had placed around Luan Che.

He got out of the car and looked up, and sure enough, less than thirty miles ahead, he saw a thousand-foot-wide blood river flowing through the Baiyun Road, roaring from west to east.

From a distance away, the aura of blood has spread over them. The eyes of those in the army whose cultivation is insufficient are faintly red, and their auras have become a bit confused.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name came from the front, followed immediately by the sound of Buddhist disciples chanting sutras.

Under the washing of Buddhist scriptures, the monks who were affected by the blood river were slightly stunned. The next moment, the blood in their eyes gradually faded, and their breaths became calm again.

"This river of blood is really weird. It seems that the eight major gods are still powerful."

"Yes. Thanks to Senior Fuhu, Luo Tianshan's Buddhism restrained this bloody aura, otherwise we would all be in danger."

Everyone in the army was talking a lot, and their steps slowed down involuntarily.

Thirty miles, twenty miles, ten miles
Chapter completed!