Patrol Captain

The old devil wants to come in person and kill people so that blood will flow like a river!
It tried to communicate with the spirit of the sacred tree, but to no avail.

The Holy Tree has consumed too much energy in these days of mobilizing troops. Even though its spiritual roots are naturally nurtured, born with the creation of heaven and earth, and its energy is like the sea, the Xiaotian clan has already overdrawn its energy by mobilizing thousands of miles every day to gather a large number of demon soldiers in a short period of time to prepare for the northward march. It cannot teleport a second time in a short period of time. The Holy Tree Spirit told it that even if it forced itself, with its realm, the transmission channel would be torn apart.

Although the old demon knew all this, he was still unwilling to accept the news.

In just a few days, four demon generals from his clan died, and together with the other affiliated demons, a total of seven died.

Now, there is only one demon general left in his tribe's garrison outside the mountain, and the tribe is in danger of being overthrown at any time. Once it is destroyed, all the preparations for the past six months will be wasted, and he will also become the shame of the Holy Clan and his status will plummet. Then those old guys will lose face for his Xiaotian clan.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, the demons worship the law of the jungle the most.

In addition, his own magical treasure of luck was also taken away with the death of Tianlang.

Trash, all good looking but useless!
This is simply unbearable!
His cold and violent eyes swept across the big monsters, and the six people couldn't help but remain silent.

"You useless idiot, what are you still doing here?"

"Hurry up and send a message to the several major holy tribes stationed near our tribe's base outside the mountain, and ask them to send demon soldiers to Zhennan Prefecture for support, saying that our tribe will reward them handsomely."

There was a low roar in his throat, like a suppressed volcano. It was obvious that what happened tonight made the old devil furious.

"Yes!"

The six great demons were somewhat frightened by the old ancestor's fury, and after hearing the order, the six of them bowed their heads and quickly fled the scene.

Then, the Yinshan Old Demon suddenly turned his head and looked at the blond man who had a Western heritage and was watching a good show nearby. He looked gloomy and snorted coldly.
"Moro, the joke is over, it's time for you to leave."

"Your Gu Diao clan's base is near Zhennan Prefecture. What are you waiting for? This is the time to capture those mountain-cutting troops in one fell swoop."

Seeing that the old demon had ordered him to leave, Moro raised his sharp golden eyebrows and said, "Don't be fooled, sir. This may all be part of the plan of the human general. If I leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist."

These blunt and straightforward words made the Yinshan Old Demon's eyelids twitch, and a hint of uncontrollable anger flashed across his pupils. "Your Excellency won't have to worry about this."

As he spoke, his silver eyes were filled with brutal murderous intent, "I will kill him!"

Moro's eyes slightly curved when he heard this, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore."

"I will send a message over a thousand miles to ask the tribesmen to provide support."

"That's great! Thank you in advance!" The Yinshan Old Demon said in a muffled voice like thunder and supported the handrail in a very perfunctory manner.

This was the limit of what he could do in his current mood.

He was really angry!
Half a cup of tea later, on the north side of Yinshan Mountain, outside the Yinshan Formation, the Yinshan Old Demon watched a brilliant golden light streak across the night sky and go away. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly, turned around and returned to the formation.

Not long after, a hundred miles away, the golden light fell on the top of a snowy mountain where the wind was chilly and the wind was howling. Amidst the howling wind mixed with fine snow flakes, the golden light quickly condensed and the figure of Moro appeared.

He put his hands behind his back, and with every step he took, an illusion of a golden lotus appeared.

The demon gazed at the Yinshan Mountains in the distance with a pair of golden eyes, a sneer appearing at the corner of his lips.

The old devil ordered me to leave, it seems that he was really angry, firstly because he lost face, secondly he was on guard against me, what was he on guard against, he knew too much, or I was thinking about the things on the Zhonglang General, the old devil was also thinking about it. Ha!
The corners of Moro's lips curled up in a playful manner.

The Xiaotian clan’s base in Zhennan Prefecture was about to be overturned by the Fashan Army, and they wanted them to go and provide support?

It’s not that good!

Could it be that this old demon was so overwhelmed by rage that he failed to see that the previous demon general named Tianlang was only half a step away from being as powerful as Longhu, and he died outside the mountain with the treasure bestowed by the old demon. Obviously, the army outside the mountain had a backup plan.

He suspected that there might be human dragons and tigers there.

Although the Saint Clan currently has intelligence that the expeditionary army outside the mountain has only one demon-suppressing general named Longhu, and he is guarding the west gate to block the so-called eight heavenly dragons such as Shura and Yaksha, could he be a great master secretly sent by their court?
When he came back from the Pure Land, he heard that the imperial court had sent a large army to the front line of the Demon Kingdom.

He thought about it and soon made a decision.

In order not to offend this old demon, they must help. As for how much help? Let the tribe arrange some cannon fodder from other tribes to do the superficial work.

He even speculated whether these mountain-cutting troops had guessed that the nearby demon tribe would provide support and had already prepared relevant responses in advance.

This was the thought that suddenly popped up in Moro's mind when he watched the human general stirring up trouble in Yinshan these past two days.

It seemed as if there was an invisible giant hand stirring up trouble in the dark, and everything was in the other party's plan!
Obviously, the other party was trapped in Yinshan, like a rat in a gutter, but he was making trouble for everyone in Yinshan both inside and outside the mountain.

"I am looking forward to it more and more!"

Thinking of this, the blazing golden light in Mara's eyes disappeared, then his eyebrows drooped, he raised one hand from behind, and then a palm-sized golden lotus grew from the palm of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Moro's lips moved up and down, as if he said something.

After a few breaths, he stopped talking and the golden lotus in his hand began to spin, with the color of colored glaze flowing on it.

The next second, the golden light of the golden lotus became blurred and disappeared in a flash. When it reappeared, it was already several miles away. It then fled into the void, flashed a few times towards the north, and soon disappeared into the distant darkness.

After doing all this, Moro turned his head and looked towards the Yinshan Mountain in the north, his golden pupils flashing with a dark and inexplicable luster.

go?
How could he miss such a good show?
He wanted to see how the human General Zhonglang would make waves.

The next second, the demon stepped down from the cliff, and a golden lotus bloomed in the void and caught him. Just like that, step by step, the lotus grew in the void, and he stepped towards the Yinshan Mountain in the darkness. The speed was very fast, and he could cover several miles with one step, and soon he disappeared.

On the other side, in the middle of the night, on the east side of Yinshan Mountain, in a room covered with silver leaves, a pair of dark green snake eyes slowly opened from the coiled and ferocious snake body, and then closed again.

In the white mist of Niwan, Chen Yuan's soul appeared.

Looking down, a blue-gray stone ball appeared in his hand.

There is a golden light on it, and it is sealed in.

This treasure can indeed be brought here. (End of this chapter)