After saying that, Zhang Liucheng's body flashed, like a meteor passing by, and disappeared in place.
Soon, Zhang Liucheng was like a fish returning to the sea, returning to the psychedelic and trapped array.
After passing through the magic circle, Zhang Liucheng walked towards the core of the magic circle.
He took a breath of cold air, then gathered all his strength and punched the central teleportation array hard.
The power of this punch was astonishing, instantly shattering the teleportation array, and even the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the explosion shock wave.
After completing all this, Zhang Liucheng did not stop and quickly walked to a hidden corner.
He waved his hand lightly, and the demonic energy gathered around him, spinning leisurely around his figure.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Liucheng waved his hand again, and the demonic energy immediately condensed into a black table and an equally deep black chair.
Zhang Liucheng nodded with satisfaction, strode to the chair and sat down.
Then, Zhang Liucheng's eyes closed slightly, and with a thought, the storage ring on his finger flashed with a mysterious light.
In the blink of an eye, a plate of peanuts and a jug of fine wine quietly appeared on the table, as if in a dream.
At this moment, the spirit beast bracelet worn on Zhang Liucheng's wrist seemed to be injected with life, bursting out with bright light.
This light danced and hovered in the air, as if it had a soul of its own. Gradually, countless clear figures emerged from the light.
These figures are Zhang Liucheng's spiritual weapon clones. There are as many as two thousand in number. Each one is dignified and powerful, like a mountain peak.
Their appearance caused fluctuations in the surrounding space.
Zhang Liucheng slowly stood up from the chair. His eyes swept over everyone one by one, calmly and firmly.
Afterwards, Zhang Liucheng issued an order: "Everyone, our actions must be prudent and decisive. Now, I ask you to immediately hide under the ground at the edge of the magic circle and hide your breath perfectly. Once the powerful demon clan Entering the magic circle, that's when we attack. Remember, no demon can be let go."
As soon as Zhang Liucheng finished speaking, the clones disappeared instantly like shadows at the edge of the magic circle.
When the clones completely disappeared into nothingness, Zhang Liucheng stared at the eight tiny figures in front of him and solemnly ordered: "Qingyun needle, eye-piercing nail, the eight of you go outside the magic circle and hide in a remote corner. In case there are strong demons who have not entered the magic circle. Once encountered, we cannot take it lightly and must deal with it quickly to avoid endless troubles."
"Yes!" Qingyun Zhen and others responded in unison.
Then, they turned into eight streams of light and shot out in eight directions.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Liucheng nodded with satisfaction.
Later, Zhang Liucheng thought to himself: "Demons, once you step into the trap I set, you will be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. You will never have a chance to survive!"
Time flies by like a white horse; the years leave no trace but leave a deep mark.
Inadvertently, five hours have passed by in a hurry.
At this time, under the towering gate of the Demonic City, a group of black shadows as indestructible as an iron wall suddenly appeared. They were numerous, numbering a thousand.
The aura of these black shadows is deep and powerful. Their backbone is those who are at the peak of the Demon Realm, and the strongest ones are those who have emerged in the God and Demon Realm.
Their appearance instantly plunged the originally quiet arena into tension and silence.
In the center of those dark figures, an old man wearing a heavy black robe stood up tremblingly.
He is the unfathomable ninth elder in the Demon City.
Although the traces of time have etched deep vicissitudes on his face, those eyes, as deep as the night and as bright as the stars, exude indescribable majesty and are breathtaking.
Beside the Ninth Elder, eight old men in black robes stood silently. Although they did not say a word, their profound and bright eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and decision-making.
These old men are all the elders of the Demon King's Palace.
One of them, an old man with silver hair, stared quietly at the open space in front of him.
Following the old man's light wave, the swarming figures behind him flew away in an instant, tightly surrounding the vast open space of the arena at a rapid speed, leaving no space for them to take advantage of.
Those figures, under the guidance of the old man, unknowingly stepped into the psychedelic and trapped demon formation.
At this moment, the Ninth Elder was extremely shocked, and the scene in front of him was deeply shocking.
His initial surprise was like a bolt of lightning flashing across his eyes, flashing with indescribable shock.
The Ninth Elder's eyes then turned to Zhang Liucheng, who was sitting in the magic circle, drinking by himself, and said, "I didn't expect that you actually set up a magic circle here. Where have the other demon cultivators gone? "
With a thought in his mind, Zhang Liucheng released his senses and explored the situation within a ten-mile radius. He found that there were no other demons outside the magic circle. Then he stood up from the chair with a trace of amusement on his face. Smiling, he said in a strange tone: "Seniors, it's late at night, where did you come from? If it's convenient, could you have a drink with me?"
The silver-haired old man turned his head when he heard the sound and glanced at Zhang Liucheng, which was full of disdain and sneer.
He asked coldly: "Ninth Elder, is this boy the one who massacred the royal family's genius?"
When the ninth elder heard what the old man said, he nodded silently and looked at the old man with a solemn and solemn look.
He said calmly and decisively: "Great Elder, it was he who single-handedly killed all the royal family's geniuses."
"Moreover, he also took all the corpses, skills, magic weapons, and magic treasures of all the geniuses as his own."
Just as the Ninth Elder's words echoed in the air, the Great Elder and others roared angrily.
"It's really abominable. Doesn't he know how much he weighs? How dare he kill the proud son of our royal family."
"This son is so arrogant that he dares to put the proud son of our royal family to death."
"This is undoubtedly a public insult to the dignity of our royal family. We must cut him into pieces and crush his bones into ashes."
"Why talk nonsense to this kid? He has blatantly tarnished the dignity of the royal family. We must take action to safeguard our honor and rights. Only by severely punishing him and making him pay the price for his actions can we calm the anger in our hearts."
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
The angry crowd responded at this moment and shouted in unison.
Zhang Liucheng looked on coldly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised in a disdainful smile.
He raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly: "Since you have decided to kill me, Zhang Liucheng, let my brothers compete with you! Come out, my brothers!"
Before he finished speaking, the ground shook violently like a ship rocking in the storm.
The air also became chaotic due to this vibration, like an uncontrollable chaos.
Behind those demons, countless vague figures began to emerge in the originally empty space.
They seemed to crawl out of the abyss of nothingness, one after another, as endless as ghosts.
These figures gradually took on a clear shape, each one clearly visible.
Their faces were as cold as rock, and their bodies shone with divine light.
There are so many of them that the powerful demons are trapped in the encirclement and unable to escape.
The great elder stared at the shocking changes in front of him, with a trace of regret and despair flashing in his eyes.
He roared loudly: "Oops! We have been trapped! Break out quickly. If you can break out, report this matter to the devil and let the devil come to help quickly!"
