This is what the ancestors of the demon clan arranged in the final battle of retreating into Wanshan.

Millions of demon elites died on this land, their blood penetrated into the ground and finally gathered in this altar. The altar, which obtained the blood of millions of demon elites, was extremely powerful and has been subtly affecting the human race living here for two thousand years.

The demon seed was left in the blood of the human race, waiting for a moment for the descendants of the demon race to come to the altar to release all the power inside, so that it can be dissolved in the laws of heaven and earth.

At that time, the demon species in the human race will be activated, and the new race - the demon race, will become enemies that the human race will never be able to escape from.

Only then can the demon clan take the opportunity to revive and cross the Taijiang River north to regain the old land.

All plans went very smoothly.

With the great prince as his inner support, the monsters of Jingzhe had already begun to dig and repair the altar. Now there is only one last step left, which is to disperse the power in the altar into heaven and earth.

This requires the opening of the strata between the heaven and earth and the altar, and the vision of power release may attract Zejun's attention.

Therefore, the demon clan is waiting for the best opportunity.

During this birthday celebration of King Jiang, Zejun's troops were transferred into the county city by the demon clan. The monsters immediately began to make the altar run, striving to release all the power in the altar during the birthday celebration of King Jiang tomorrow.

But the monsters did not expect that the goat demon Zuo Ding, which they thought was absolutely credible, actually led the soldiers of the North Palace Guard. At this time, the altar had just been activated, and although the power was also being released, it would take some time before it could be released to the maximum extent.

However, the North Palace Guard had already entered the altar.

The three demon marquis led more than a hundred remaining monsters to guard the surrounding area of ​​the Sacrifice Heaven. Facing the layers of human soldiers surrounded by them, they seemed so powerful.

The soldiers of the North Palace Guard lined up the military formation, and the officers took out a scroll with a large-scale blessing effect to increase the combat effectiveness of the soldiers. Mountains flashed, the river rolled, and the sea of ​​clouds rushed...

Just waiting for His Royal Highness Bei to order, he rushed forward and killed all these monsters.

Wang Fang looked at the light column illuminating upwards at the altar. The things that Beidianwei threw from the pit at the beginning did not leave any traces here. He didn't know where they went while passing through the pit.

It seems that when the demon clan was building this altar, they arranged some other things on it.

However, the function and principle of the altar are not important, and it is still the first priority to destroy it as soon as possible. Seeing that the North Palace Guard had completed the preparation for the final decisive battle, Wang Fang said to Wukong: "Break that altar..."

After fighting with Feipeng Demon Marquis and Baijia Rhino Demon Marquis, Wukong was in a strong fighting spirit. After hearing Wang Fang's order, Wukong jumped up from the crowd. He waved the golden cudgel to accumulate strength. The rod became longer and thicker when he jumped up, and then slashed at the altar in front.

When the White-Armored Rhino Demon Marquis saw that the monkey was going to attack the altar, he immediately turned into a demon and rushed up, using the battle axe in his hand to block Wukong's critical attack.

Wukong's attack led to the entire offensive of the Beidian Guard. The entire army pressed forward together, and instantly drowned the remaining monsters in the sea of ​​people.

Chunyu Jin put on the Phoenix Armor again. She asked her personal soldiers to carefully protect Wang Fang and joined the team battle herself.

Wang Fang, who could not get in, slowly retreated to a corner of the wall that was not affected by the battle, and four personal soldiers protected him in the middle.

With the current battle situation, the Beidian Guard, who has an absolute advantage in military strength, has won the victory. As long as all the monsters here are eliminated and the altar is destroyed, it will make great contributions.

The things that he had been worried about for several days finally came to an end, and Wang Fang couldn't help but begin to imagine his gains after the war.

And at this moment... on the wall behind Wang Fang, a small hole suddenly broke open, and a scorpion tail stretched out to pierce the four personal soldiers. Then a woman broke through the wall and grabbed Wang Fang with one hand and dragged it into the hole.

Wukong was fighting, and Chunyu Jin's attention was all on the demon lords who were fighting. No one noticed that Wang Fang was kidnapped by the monster for a while.

Wang Fang was caught by monsters and ran wildly towards the deeper strata. The passage was temporarily dug, and the narrow areas were inevitably bumped.

After running for a while, Wang Fang was thrown to the ground, and his body hurt like a disintegration.

Wang Fang endured the pain and got up from the ground. This was a relatively spacious cave, and the light from unknown sources illuminated it. Looking at the four walls of the cave, there were several human skeletons scattered in the corners of the walls. I don’t know when they died here.

"Boy, your strength is so low. I really can't think of how you took away the mandrill."

Wang Fang turned around and looked at him, and a woman in a black robe stood there. She had the same body shape and appearance as the human race, and only her eyes were all black.

"Who are you! Human or demon?" Wang Fang asked.

"My name is Xuan Scorpion, I am a demon..." The woman's tone was quite calm. After introducing herself, she said, "Let you understand... The mandrill you took away is my husband. I will catch you this time to avenge him."

At this time, a scorpion tail stretched out from behind the mysterious scorpion, and she continued, "The poison I put on you will cause you to suffer for more than five days and die again, and there is no medicine to relieve it. It will also allow you to experience the pain of being trapped in the painting of the mandrill. "

Wang Fang reached out and summoned the painting scroll Qiankun, and the painting scroll expanded and rotated around him.

Although Wukong was not in the painting of the universe at this time, the painting of the universe itself also had certain offensive and defensive abilities. Wang Fang retreated step by step, thinking hard in his mind how to deal with this crisis.

"The mandrill is not painful in my painting scroll. If you don't believe me, I will call my painting spirit and let's ask him together."

Seeing that Wang Fang actually dared to tease the mandrills, Xuan Scorpion said angrily: "The spirit of the mandrills is the spirit of the mandrills, and the mandrills are the mandrills. Do you know how I spent these days?

This is where I met the mandrill secretly.

Since you are here today, I will let you die here to pay tribute to his undead."

Xuan Si did not continue to talk nonsense with Wang Fang. After all, the monsters in the altar could not last long. After the Beidian Guard found out that Wang Fang was missing, he would definitely come all the way.

After saying the words to vent their anger, Xuan Scorpion shook the scorpion tail and the poison targeted Wang Fang and stabbed him.

Faced with the crushing of huge strength, any trick was useless at this moment, but Wang Fang took out a brush.

This was a pen he picked up on the ground just now. He didn't know when the brush was left in this cave. The owner of those corpses was probably the painter, and the brush was left by them.

The brush seems to be made of some special material, buried here for countless years, but it has not yet decayed.

Wang Fang bit open the tip of his tongue, and the tip of his pen was stained with blood. He reached out and painted on the painting scroll.

At this moment, the scorpion tail pricked his chest, but Wang Fang entered a mysterious and mysterious state. The six consciousnesses were closed by him, and the pain naturally could not affect him.

The mysterious yellow air flowed out on the scroll, and thunder clouds instantly surrounded them. Light shone out in the depths of Wang Fang's eyes, and the mysterious scorpion was motionless in the posture of stabbing Wang Fang, as if time was frozen at this moment.

Wang Fang's pen passed through the mysterious and yellow aura and fell on the scroll without being affected.
Chapter completed!