Human realm demon soldiers.

Wu Wan also heard the news from Lin Qi yesterday - about half a year ago, the head of the Lin family, Lin Nuhao, led a large number of generals to become demon soldiers.

The method of forging magic weapons originated from the short period of time when the Suiren clan fell and the Fuxi clan had not yet risen.

At that time, the army of the Heavenly Palace marched down under the guidance of the gods. The masters of the human domain fought hard but were defeated, and the newly built human domain was completely destroyed.

In desperation, the monks looked for ways to protect those behind them, so they found a way to forcibly fuse the blood of ferocious beasts to enhance their own combat power.

To this day, the method of subduing demons still exists and is covered in dust by the Human Emperor's Pavilion. Only the heads of each general's sect know about it.

Becoming a demon is an irreversible process and extremely dangerous.

If the monks in the Heavenly Immortal Realm fall into the devil, seven out of ten will die, and half of the survivors will lose their minds. The strength of the remaining demon soldiers may not increase too much.

Monks in the extraordinary realm fell into demons and narrowly escaped death. Most of the survivors lost their minds. They could become demon generals and could fight head-on with lesser gods among the innate gods.

Moreover, the lifespan of a fallen demon only lasts a thousand years, so the demon soldiers are always in danger of their own collapse.

This is actually a method that Human Domain will never use until the last moment.

Without God's blessing and without divine power infusing one's own human realm, one can only use this method to resist the Heavenly Palace and resist the persecution of the innate gods.

"well."

Wu Wan sighed softly, and the ripples in his Taoist heart gradually calmed down.

He continued to sit on the treetop, waiting for the opportunity to take action.

Wu Huan probably understood why Lin Nuhao fell into a demon six months ago. Lin Nuhao also had a good vision and knew that there would be a war within hundreds of years.

This is the only chance for the Lin family to turn around.

If Lin Nuhao succeeds in becoming a demon, the Lin family is equivalent to having an innate divine fighting power. Although it will not have much impact on the overall situation of the world, there is a great chance to pull the Lin family out of the quagmire.

If Lin Nuhao loses, he will take advantage of this opportunity to pass away and let the Lin family live in peace in the Southeast Region.

"Lin Nuhao had been born a few years earlier, and the human world might not have been able to have more giants."

Wu Wang couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

He looked up, his eyes penetrating through the layers of formations.

In the attic, which was as wide as a wooden palace, Ling Xiaolan gathered her skirt and sat quietly behind the piano table, her delicate hands wrapped in fine gauze playing with the taut strings.

In front of her and behind her, a 'woman' in a long skirt sat quietly on her knees, holding a long sword in neat movements.

The place is filled with a strong aura of fairy spirits, hundreds of Taoist rhymes seem to be unobstructed, and overall they are not too powerful.

——They are trying hard to create the illusion that this place is heavily fortified, but experts are scarce.

Sudden.

Deep in the sky, a black spot flickered gently, as if a bird was passing by very quickly.

Twenty-three figures appeared out of thin air, hovering on a cloud high in the sky, looking down at the many pavilions between the mountains and rivers here.

A female god raised her hand and made a gesture, and these gods lit up black fireworks, covering their faces.

Sneak attack has always been a despicable act done by humble creatures.

In order to achieve their goal today, they chose to sneak attack here, and they felt that they had lost their identity and damaged their reputation. Covering themselves up in this way was a little psychological comfort.

There was a god who couldn't wait to crush the creatures here, with a slightly cruel smile on his lips.

The fist of the female god fell hard!

Twenty-three innate gods shook the avenue at the same time, and colorful beams of light bloomed from high in the sky, hitting the earth below far away!

Boom!

An extremely thick semicircular formation wall immediately appeared in the sky above the branch pavilion of Sihai Pavilion!

The moment these beams of light hit, the semicircular array wall burst out with a rich light!

But in the face of the combined efforts of twenty-three gods, even if this large formation mobilized a massive amount of power from heaven and earth, it could only delay it for a moment.

But in the blink of an eye, spiderweb-like gaps appeared everywhere on the semicircular array wall.

Several innate gods sank slightly in the beam, and their own divine power surged out!

The light wall below quickly collapsed, and surging spiritual energy spurted out from various cracks. Fireworks appeared in mid-air, and the spiritual energy turned into shock waves and surged wantonly.

In this land with a radius of hundreds of miles, the mountains collapsed, the rivers rolled back, and large sections of the earth collapsed!

The more than twenty beams of light were no longer obstructed and hit the ground directly, shattering several layers of protection on the ground and shattering more than a dozen lofts. Like cages, they blocked all the people in the loft where Ling Xiaolan was.

Direction, all retreats!

There was chaos in the branch pavilion, and figures rushed out from the periphery, launching a sky-wide offensive against the beam of light.

Doesn't help matters.

There is a huge gap between the strength of these immortal monks responsible for regular protection and these innate gods. At this time, they were reminded by voice messages, telling them to stay away from this place as much as possible.

Clang!

The attic under the divine light suddenly heard the sound of a piano, and a wave of air washed away the roof and walls, revealing figures inside who had already stood up.

Most of the twenty-three little gods sneered when they saw this.

Sixteen little gods suddenly fell from the pillar of light!

The seven gods held up the sky with their hands. Under the intertwining of divine power and the great road, the universe was sealed, the heaven and the earth were silent, and the world seemed to be coated with a layer of gray.

Protected by numerous figures, Ling Xiaolan closed her eyes, turning a blind eye to the violent Taoist music around her, and gently plucked her fingers on the strings.

The golden sword and the iron horse tread the glacier, and three thousand green silk threads play the song of youth.

Sixteen gods rushed towards them from all directions, but Ling Xiaolan remained unmoved while playing the piano.

The figures around her suddenly exploded into pieces. They seemed to be straw men, but under these straw men, a figure in a robe came out quickly!

Their respective auras suddenly increased!

The sixteen gods were stunned at that time, but among the dozens of masters from the human realm who appeared at this moment, half were extraordinary and half were masters from the celestial realm. Although they formed a simple formation in groups of three to three, they could not really threaten them after all.

The presence.

"Quick victory!"

"Start the formation!"

The commanders of both sides shouted loudly, and the monks on the human side poured out their immortal power, first into three talents, and then into nine palaces, forming a protective formation like a turtle shell in an instant.

Fuxi River Array!

In the high-rise building under their feet, mountains of spiritual stones were activated at the same time, and abundant spiritual energy poured out of them into such a large formation!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sixteen little gods shot at the same time, divine light surged, their weapons sharpened, and the figures in the formation vomited blood one after another.

But the wooden planks under the attic were constantly being opened, and monks from the Heavenly Immortal Realm poured out continuously, pouring their own immortal power into the formation!

The phantom of the divine turtle appeared on the wall of the great formation, and the shadow of the river map appeared on the back of the divine turtle.

Boom!

The ground shook violently with a deafening drum sound.

A black shadow suddenly jumped out from the ground, holding a long sword in his left hand and raising the long sword in his right hand. Half of his face was black scales, and half of his face was an angry look, leaving shallow marks on the world.

The expression of the little god who was locked by the tip of the sword suddenly changed. Regardless of his majesty, he stopped his attack on the attic and flew backwards out of the beam of light condensed by his divine power!

The long sword split the light beam without any hindrance. The tip of the sword almost touched the tip of her nose, leaving a few scratches on her forehead!

The hairband holding up the god's long hair was broken, a few strands of long hair fell in front of her, and bright red blood poured out from her forehead.

She was startled for a moment, and the anger was about to show on her face, but the light of the sword slashing across her face did not give her the slightest chance to curse!

The light of the sword was like a crescent moon, and the universe was shattered into pieces.

This god's arms were intertwined in front of him, and a rich divine light poured out forward, and his body retreated desperately.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but the sword light didn't move very fast, but she retreated even slower. The divine power gushing out couldn't stop the sharpness of the blade. The figure behind the sword light, that half ferocious demonic face,

That horn was circulated among the innate gods and represented ominous...

Peng!

Divine blood splattered in the muffled sound!

The figure of the little god was smashed away by the light of the sword, and his arms were almost cut off!

The black figure who suddenly took action hovered for a moment, standing in the air with a sword in hand, a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes fixed on the female god who was seriously injured by his sneak attack.

God!

The fifteen little gods around them were stunned for almost a moment. When the demonic figure pounced on their companions, they remembered that they needed to protect each other...

The ground near the attic suddenly collapsed, and the buildings that were still intact were now half destroyed.

Black shadows rushed out from the ground, dozens or hundreds, exuding a billowing demonic aura, and rushed towards the gods without fear of death.

"Demon soldiers! They are demon soldiers from the human realm!"
To be continued...