Otherwise, using your own strength to forcefully break through the formations set up by the demon clan and risk crossing those dangerous places will only make your chances slimmer and more time-consuming.

The ruined sword never leaves his body. While scanning the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness, Liu Yu always presses one hand on the sword. This is currently the strongest attack method.

"The number of demon cultivators is obviously much less?"

"Because of the "Royal Court Meeting", a considerable part of the force went to participate?"

Looking far into the distance, he saw almost no demon cultivators along the way, and this thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.

In the months after leaving seclusion, he went out from time to time to observe the situation, but probably because of the "imperial affairs", he encountered significantly fewer demon cultivators than before.

"Looking at it this way, the power to guard the major fairy cities should also be weakened a lot, right?"

No abnormality was found, and Liu Yu felt quite relaxed.

"Whizzing"

Flying away at extremely high speeds, dozens of miles passed in an instant, and Broken Gold City was right before our eyes.

…

"Clang"

On the road paved with bluestone, a car was slowly towed by manpower.

It is filled with resources such as ores, spiritual soil, spiritual grass, etc. It is extremely difficult to drag it by manpower alone.

In comparison, the weight that monks need to bear is heavier, while the weight that mortals need to bear is lighter.

At a glance, the avenue was crowded with large and small trucks, being dragged towards the city gate by monks and mortals as big as ants, making a heavy sound with almost every step.

"tread"

As long as someone can't hold on, the blood bats all around will swarm in and enjoy the delicious food.

"Thump" "Thump"

When large and small blood bats fly away, often only a thin piece of human skin is left in place, with all the flesh, flesh and marrow devoured.

Most mortals and monks see numbness and fear in their eyes. They have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and they just hope that it won't be their turn next.

What a simple idea

Because there were only two demon cultivators left guarding the city at this time, and many blood bats were sent to participate in the "Royal Court Meeting" under the orders of the Fire Bird Clan, so the defense of Broken Gold City was somewhat empty.

In order to prevent the monks from resisting the demon cultivator, they ordered to strengthen the guard and kill them immediately if anything went wrong.

"Crack"

"Uh-huh~!"

The long whip covered with barbs came into close contact with flesh and blood, and the sound of skin being torn apart was immediately heard, accompanied by the supervisor's scolding and curses.

As minions attached to the demon clan, these overseers will naturally carry out the orders resolutely.

During special periods, whenever someone sees someone walking a little slower, the long whip will immediately call him over.

"It's him?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of a Qi Refining Supervisor, and he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar monk. He was the monk who dared to stare back after being beaten seven or eight years ago.

Thinking of that look, he was still a little scared for no reason.

"I can't believe that eight years have passed and this person is still not dead?"

"What a lucky fate!"

"In that case, I'll give you a ride!"

He glanced left and right and found no trace of the red-clothed supervisor protecting him. A cruel thought came to the mind of the Qi Refining Supervisor.

Almost without thinking, he quickly approached and aimed at Guo Poyun with his black whip.

Trying to do what he did before, beating people alive until they were seriously injured, and then being eaten by the monster master.

"call out"

The long whip was extremely fast and made a strong sound of breaking through the air.

When the surrounding slaves heard about it, they immediately stayed away, fearing that it would affect them.

The Qi Refining Supervisor had a ferocious smile on his face, and he did not hold back at all in this attack. He seemed to be able to see the other party's miserable condition, just like the monks he had dealt with before.

But the next moment, the smile on this person's face quickly solidified!

"Bang"

There was a slight roar, and the other end of the black whip was firmly caught by a palm with a yellow aura flowing on its surface.

"How can it be?!"

"How can this person use magic power even though he is wearing a forbidden spirit ring?!"

The Qi Refining Supervisor's eyes widened with a horrified look on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

As long as a monk wears the "forbidden spirit ring", he can no longer use his magic power. He has never seen such an unexpected situation.

The surrounding supervisors and monsters also discovered something unusual here.

Immediately, hundreds of blood bats flew from all over the city gate.

"hateful."

The Qi Refining Supervisor tried hard to pull out the black whip, but it didn't move at all.

In desperation, he could only run back and save his life first.

"It's almost time."

Guo Poyun squinted his eyes, glanced at the bright sun in the sky to determine the time, and nodded slightly in the direction of Zhang Tao and his subordinates.

The next moment, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure burst out, suddenly appearing outside the city gate, and quickly swept away in all directions.

Under the golden elixir-level spiritual pressure, many mortals who were too close immediately lost their lives and exploded into a ball of blood mist.

For monks, spiritual pressure is as natural as eating and drinking. When it reaches the golden elixir level, it is truly otherworldly.

Ordinary mortals are not even qualified to stand in front of Jindan monks. If the spiritual pressure cannot be restrained, the powerful spiritual pressure can turn mortals into powder in an instant.

The monks performed slightly better, but were still under pressure and found it difficult to straighten their backs.

"What, Golden Core Monk?!"

The Qi Refining Supervisor looked horrified.

He had only seen this kind of spiritual pressure on the demon cultivators of the Blood Bat clan. At that time, when he took a look at it from a distance, he was already heartbroken.

This man struggled and walked slowly, trying to enter the city and obtain the protection of the blood bat clan demon cultivator.

But seeing Guo Poyun approaching quickly, the Qi Refining Supervisor's face gradually filled with despair, and he obviously knew that he couldn't go far.

"Aren't you wearing a forbidden spirit ring? Why can you still use magic power?"

He stepped back step by step, several feet away, and there were many people in the middle, pointing at each other and yelling.

It's like venting the fear in my heart, and also like questioning why fate is so unfair.

But Guo Poyun had no intention of answering. He grabbed a thick chain next to him and swung it hard in the direction of the Qi Refining Supervisor.

The golden elixir cultivator concentrated his power and threw out a blow. The chain instantly spanned a large distance and hit the Qi Refining Supervisor's body.

"boom!!"

The man's body was torn apart, leaving only a cloud of blood mist on the spot, and a rain of blood fell slowly.

The appearance of the blood mist seems to be just the beginning.

The next moment, Guo Poyun sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the small brown-yellow cauldron, and sprayed out a brown-yellow aura from the mouth of the cauldron, heading towards hundreds of blood bats that were spreading like blood clouds.

“Bang bang bang”

Under the power of the magic weapon level, low-level blood bats cannot move even half a step forward. No matter how many there are, they all turn into blood mist under the brown-yellow light emitted by the small tripod.

For a moment, blood seemed to rain from the sky, continuously falling on the slaves below.

They stood there blankly, looking at the scene in front of them, but they were a little at a loss.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a monk who was in the late stage of foundation building and had shocking scars all over his chest and back quickly opened a pitch black iron bottle and smeared the liquid on the "Forbidden Spirit Ring".

It is the "dirty spirit fluid".

The moment the spiritual fluid filled the forbidden spirit ring, the spiritual light of this magical weapon dimmed, and the indestructible imprisonment also became loose.

"Hehehahaha~"

Feeling that the long-lost magic power could finally be mobilized again after so many years, the scarred Foundation Establishment monk couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into laughter.

But at this critical moment, he did not forget that there were still important things to do.

Grasping the dimly lit forbidden spirit ring around his neck with both hands, mana and power circulated together, and the scar-faced monk let out a deafening roar:

"This shackles cannot trap me!!!"

"Bang!!"
To be continued...