Chapter 163 The Storm Is Coming Again (3rd Update)

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in a flash.

Since the last time the Jie Mo Palace participated in the three-tribe war, the people of the prehistoric world have witnessed the power of the Jie Mo Palace. Jie Mo, a monster that is completely fearless and unkillable, has made the Jie Mo Palace leap to become the top force in the prehistoric world. In recent years, the Jie Mo Palace has been expanding outward with Taihua Mountain as the center.

Jie Mo Palace has opened its ferocious fangs, expanded its territory, and killed heroes. In less than a hundred years, it has occupied an area of ​​tens of billions of miles around Taihua Mountain, which is completely a grand demon dynasty.

The strength and means displayed by the Jie Mo Palace are also extremely amazing. There are several quasi-saint masters, and there are tens of thousands of Daluo masters. What's more, there is also a most mysterious Wanjie Demon Lord on it. Their methods are also extremely cruel and bloodthirsty. Wherever they pass, no life is left, and all are transformed into Jie Mo.

In the prehistoric world, they became big demons that everyone shouted and beat. However, because of the strength shown by the Demon Tribulation Palace, many forces were intimidated. Most importantly, the Demon Tribulation Palace did not threaten their interests at all, so not many people dared to provoke them.

However, the actions of the Demon Tribulation Palace made the Western Lingshan Western Sect extremely dissatisfied. The West is the base camp of the Western Sect. They have always regarded the West as their territory. Now someone is running wild on their territory. It would be strange if they were not angry.

To resist foreign aggression, we must maintain internal peace. Therefore, the two saints in the West summoned their disciples and prepared to attack the Demon Tribulation Palace under the slogan of eliminating demons and defending the way. Destroy this giant of the demon on the land of the West.

Of course, this is just the words of the two saints. I am afraid that the real reason, apart from the two saints, only Wanjie Demon Lord himself knows.

The inheritance of Wanjie Demon Lord comes from the ancient demon ancestors, and the magical powers of the Western Sect also have some traces of the demon ancestors. If you say that there is no relationship between the two, no one will believe it.

At present, the Western religion has not yet developed, and there are not many disciples. There are even fewer disciples with high cultivation and good qualifications. Therefore, the main force to attack the Jiemo Palace is still in the hands of the two saints.

On this day, the two saints Jieyin and Zhunti brought their disciples to Taihua Mountain, the base camp of the Jiemo Palace. The people of the Jiemo Palace seemed to have known this and all retreated to Taihua Mountain.

"Finally, someone is going to take action against the Jiemo Palace, and it's a saint. Hehe!"

As soon as the saint moved, he instantly attracted the attention of countless powerful people in the world. People cast their eyes on the Western land and immediately knew that the saint was going to take action against the Jiemo Palace.

"It should have been done long ago. The Jiemo Palace is fierce and vicious, killing innocent people indiscriminately. It should have been out long ago." Someone said so.

"The Jiemo Palace is going to be unlucky. Who made them so high-profile, hehe!" Someone gloated.

"Yes, the saint has taken action, and the Demon Tribulation Palace is doomed this time."

"Another top force is about to be destroyed. There are so many disputes in the prehistoric world!"

"Who can stand forever? The two powerful forces like the witches and liches have been almost exterminated. What is the Demon Tribulation Palace?"

"No matter how strong the force is, in the eyes of the saints, they are all ants and can be destroyed with a single move."

"..."

Many great masters of the prehistoric world had their thoughts intertwined and discussed. It was no surprise that the saints would take action to destroy a force. Everyone felt that the destruction of the Demon Tribulation Palace was just what should happen. If there was anything to blame, it could only be blamed on the fact that there was no saint in charge of the Demon Tribulation Palace.

Even other saints in the world were paying attention to this battle. They also wanted to see what the reason was that could make the saints lose face and take action.

"You demons are bloodthirsty, only know how to kill, don't cultivate good and evil, and cause countless causes and effects. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and eliminate you demons. Humph!"

The Saint Zhunti shouted loudly, and then a huge golden palm fell from the sky like covering the sky and the sun, hitting the Demon Palace, wanting to destroy the demons and the palace inside.

"Humph! When is it your turn to intervene in the territory of my Demon Palace? Get out of here!"

At this moment, there was a burst of arrogant voices from the depths of the Demon Palace, and then a dark beam of light came out from the depths of the Demon Palace, breaking up the golden palm of the Saint Zhunti.

"Hiss!"

The strong men in the world took a breath, the palm of the saint was actually destroyed, it was actually destroyed? You know, that was the palm of the saint, and it was destroyed so easily. Who would believe it if they told others, but the fact is that they can't help but believe it.

"Hmph!"

The face of the Saint Zhunti was not good. His attack was easily broken. Even with his saintly face, he was a little overwhelmed.

He gathered a shocking palm again. This time he used his true strength and the majesty of the saint to slap this palm. Before, he thought that he had to use his true strength to deal with a person who had not yet become a saint. Now it seems that he still underestimated them.

"Get out!"

Seeing that the giant palm was about to slap down again, everyone heard a loud shout, and then a huge black knife light cut through the void, splitting Zhunti's golden palm in half and scattering.

Everyone: "..."

Why are you so awesome? Does your mother know?

Then, in the eyes of the crowd, a figure in a black Taoist robe appeared in the void. His black hair was flying wildly, like a demon god, his eyes were red and strange, flashing with demonic power, and his whole body was full of destructive magic, which could affect people's minds. Just looking at him, it seemed as if they would have hallucinations and fall into killing.

He was like the source of destruction.

"Who are you?"

Zhunti looked at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of him and asked solemnly, because he could feel a power beyond the quasi-saint from this person, that is, this person is not a quasi-saint, but if he is not a quasi-saint, then what could it be? Could it be a saint? How is this possible? How could there be other saints in the world?

"You have already attacked my territory, and you come to ask who I am? What a joke!" The man in black sneered.

"Are you the Lord of the Jiemo Palace?"

"The Lord of the Jiemo Palace? You can say that. But I prefer others to call me the Wanjie Demon Lord!" The man in black said coldly.

"The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations? I haven't heard of him."

"That's because you are shallow. The Evil Saint of Ten Thousand Tribulations, the Supreme Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ways. Haha!" The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations laughed arrogantly.

He was despised by others. The faces of the people in the prehistoric world turned black, and the Saint Zhunti looked even uglier. He looked at the person who claimed to be the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations gloomily, and said slowly:

"The Demon Lord of Tribulations killed innocent people indiscriminately, acted tyrannically, and caused countless evil consequences. This is the behavior of the devil. Please follow me back to recite the scriptures and wash away your sins as soon as possible."

"What a joke. I am the Supreme Demon Lord. If I don't kill people, what should I do? It's really funny!" The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations was not afraid of the saint and sneered.

"It seems that you are stubborn, so don't blame me for being merciless." Zhunti's face remained unchanged, staring at the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. The state of mind of the saint is not so easy to break.

"If you want to fight, then fight. You are so hypocritical when you talk so nicely. I am sick of you." Wanjie Demon Lord counterattacked without hesitation.

Primordial Man: "..."

"Hahaha! Well said. I despise people like this the most. It's so refreshing!" In Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian Sect Master laughed loudly. He thought Wanjie Demon Lord was quite interesting and was very impressed by him.

His disciples: "..."

Master, do you really think so?

"Bang!"

Zhunti was obviously angry this time, but he stopped talking and took action directly.