Chapter 740 Sure Enough, I Still Have to Draw My Sword

For thousands of years, there has never been such a large stall spread out in the entire magic border.

Correspondingly, there has never been such a crazy or fighting atmosphere...

... Everyone went crazy!

Monsters have always been the endorsement of fear, but now, they have become attractive meat and potatoes...

Fang Yuan on the battlefield was also very satisfied at this time.

He did not go to the battlefield to fight in person, but a blue cloud, flying in mid-air, beside him, sat cross-legged two old Tianshumen formation masters and Hou Guier, and below him was an army led by thirty-one Xuanjia god generals of his Zhenmoguan.

He just looked at the battlefield like this, as if he was looking at a magnificent picture scroll, and his heart was very excited, but he still resisted the urge to go down and kill the enemy himself. He would only rescue someone occasionally when he saw someone in distress, and at other times he just waited and watched.

He knew in his heart that if he made a move at this time, Xuan Jia under him would feel resentful.

"Brother Fang said he wanted me to enter the top thirty-six miles, but he didn't say how much, so it must be number one?"

Guan Ao led an army of thousands of people, full of murderous aura, and swept across the battlefield. No matter what monster appeared in front of him, he would slash it without saying a word. He was wearing heavy armor and his sword was unmatched.

This kind of person is more terrifying than any Supreme Nascent Soul on the battlefield.

"Roar……"

And beside him, there is also a loyal Suanni, with a helmet like an iron pot on its head, a spear point that looks like a unicorn, and a black black armor on its body. It is specially made for it by the three old demons in the snow field to flatter it.

After all, I also have the hope of getting the Dragon Soul...

And the three snowfield old demons all wore the devil mask, but their comprehension time was short, and they couldn't rush into the battlefield to fight like Guan Ao, and stayed honestly in the army.

Old Demon Yan, wearing the mask of the one-horned ghost king, charged ahead, unmatched. Although he was still at the Golden Core level, at least he was able to stand alone. He was not inferior to the other mysterious armors, so he did not lose Fang Yuan's reputation.

And Fei Guier, wearing the mask of the Hundred Eyes Demon God, was even more proud, looming in the battlefield, bringing back the latest surrounding battle situation from time to time. Although he didn't have many records of directly killing the enemy, his feats were the highest among the three.

But Dong Su'er was different from others at this time, she didn't know how to lead soldiers, and she didn't lead soldiers, so she just put on a red armor at this time, and charged at the forefront of the army, because she charged too fast, and had already been overwhelmed by monsters countless times, but no matter how dangerous she looked, she still rushed out safely, leaving others in a daze.

"Is this person not afraid of death?"

"...No, it should be said that she simply cannot die, right?"

The name of "Undead General" has gradually spread among the army.

Unbeknownst to others, there was only a ray of evil thoughts in the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness trembling, full of worries: "I will die, I will die, we will both die when my origin is exhausted, can you take it easy..."

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"Daozi, the current situation is very good, maybe the devil's side will be calmed down!"

The old deacon of Wangqing Island next to Fang Yuan didn't take action either, but stood by Fang Yuan's side and helped him keep an eye on the battlefield. After all, he was a mature and prudent old man who was familiar with all kinds of affairs, and he was much more reliable in handling these matters than Fang Yuan, a novice.

"If that's the case, it's good!"

Fang Yuan looked down at the battlefield and saw the performance of all the Xuanjia officers and soldiers in Zhenmo Pass. He seemed to be very satisfied, but there was still an unresolved heaviness on his face, and he swallowed the golden phase Lei Ling by his side, so that he could take out the evil sword casually.

The old deacon frowned slightly: "What is Daozi worried about now?"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, before he said: "Clearing the monsters on the Devil's Edge, so that the Devil's Edge can usher in 20 years of real peace, recuperate, and prepare for the real catastrophe. This is naturally a good thing, but it may not be a situation that the whole world would like to see. Therefore, even if the start of this game is better than all of us imagined, we must be prepared for trouble..."

The old deacon was slightly startled, as if he understood something, he said, "What is the trouble Daozi is worried about?"

Fang Yuan said: "Those aristocratic families just suffered a big loss, don't they have any resentment in their hearts?"

The old deacon was slightly angry: "Do they still dare at this time?"

Fang Yuan said lightly: "There are always many things that you can't grasp, but they are very annoying!"

The old deacon frowned and remained silent.

Fang Yuan said again: "This incident can be regarded as the biggest fierce battle in the past three thousand years, and it seems to be beneficial to the whole world, but after all, there are still people who don't think so. Will the Lord of Darkness who hides in the dark be happy to watch this matter?"

The old deacon's eyes were slightly condensed, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Fang Yuan continued on, saying: "The matter of the rebellion in the Demon Realm has not been resolved by the Immortal Alliance, has it?"

The old deacon said in a deep voice, "What does Daozi mean?"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and said: "I don't want anyone to make trouble, so I will always guard this battlefield!"

He put his hand on Toad's back, ready to draw out that evil sword at any time.

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On the battlefield, the form is naturally excellent.

With the 300,000 immortal troops fully prepared in the Ten Great Gates, the monsters in the hinterland of the Demon Abyss became scattered prey. As long as the army marched to the edge of the Demon Abyss step by step, it would not be difficult to clean up all these monsters.

But even so, under the passion, there are still many things that can't be seen.

Among the army, some people were dissatisfied with this plan to clear up and suppress, and were delaying the escort of resources.

Some people are colluding with documents and pretending to be military leaders.

Some people stand still after facing the dangerous area, aiming to consume the strength of competitors...

Some people refused to save them, and even dug a hole to set up an ambush...

"Heh, anyway, Daozi Wangqingdao is just trying to fight for fame and is an enemy of my family, so what's the use of us working so hard? Those humble cultivators who have won great merits can get the dragon soul, and even if we risk our lives, we can only gain a better reputation. So, let them do the desperate things. We just stay behind, so what can we do?"

"That's right, it's not that we don't obey orders, we just don't fight, who can do anything to us?"

Some descendants of aristocratic families, or the subordinates of the beheaded people in the previous assassination incident, felt resentment in their hearts and stirred up rumors.

These rumors are like an ant's nest, seemingly inconspicuous, but there is a faint worry of destroying the dam...

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"Here it is, set up the Yinfeng Qijue formation..."

And in the depths of the Demon Abyss, before the army could reach it, some mysterious monks appeared beside a huge canyon, and made arrangements in a low voice: "This place is the only way for the soldiers of the three passes. As long as they are trapped here, and then use a large formation to attract the dark magic breath in the Demon Abyss to pour into this place, then no one of them can leave here alive!"

The person who made the arrangement had cold and gloomy eyes: "In addition to this formation, let's arrange a few more, dig the devil's abyss and guide the devil's breath, and discipline his 300,000 troops to bury half of them. Hehe, they want to make great achievements, so I'm afraid they have to die first..."

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Among the other immortal army that is advancing step by step, the leader sneered coldly: "Although we have discussed with those immortal armies, we rushed to the mouth of the wind together to clean up the place where the most monsters gathered, and even seven or eight king demons, but why should we cooperate with them to make this great achievement? Hehe, let's pass on the order. Let's say that the surrounding area is dangerous, and we need to advance slowly step by step. When it comes to those people, let them wait at the mouth of the wind, or, they have been waiting there for nothing. It's time, or, they went in rashly, and killed both sides with the monster, it's best for us to go directly to get the credit!"

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What is even more frightening is that in the west of Mobian today, thousands of miles of clouds are densely covered, and endless evil spirits are hidden.

This evil spirit is rolling in, and it contains great pressure.

"My lord, are you really going to attack the devil's side?"

Inside the cloud, a slightly frightened voice sounded, asking.

He was answered by a murderous old man's voice: "It's not that we have to attack the devil's edge, it's just that we can't attack. Our eight demon veins have all torn faces with the fairy alliance, but because of the catastrophe approaching, they dare not be our enemies. But, what if they really wiped out the monsters on the devil's edge? At that time, the 300,000 immortal army on the devil's edge will no longer be under pressure. As long as the white-robed war fairy turns his head and points his sword at the demon realm, then our eight demon veins will be able to fight against us. Thousand elves, how can there be any chance of life?"

There was a panicked voice all around: "Then we..."

"We press up!"

The old man's voice seemed unquestionable, and he shouted solemnly: "The army is overwhelming, no matter what, we must force the white-robed war fairy army to give up the plan to wipe out the demons. Only when those monsters continue to exist, our demon realm will be as safe as before!"

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When countless things around him appeared secretly or obviously, the metal-faced toad beside Fang Yuan suddenly heard a sword cry.

The chirping sound seemed to be that the sword was hungry and thirsty, wanting to drink human blood.

Fang Yuan put down the teacup in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, I still have to draw my sword!"