Demon realm.
All the Beast King of the Monster Clan were present, including Yinshan and Longjing who had always been absent before.
Longjing stood on the periphery, her presence inversely proportional to her size, like a gray and silent boulder. Only the empty left sleeve of her robe, which rustled in the wind, showed a trace of vividness.
Yinshan was in the center of a group of beast emperors. There was no one else within a foot of her, as if there was an invisible barrier that separated her from others.
The space was opened, and the old man Shi Shiran stepped out with his crutches. He looked at Dingyin Mountain with cold eyes, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled bark-like face.
"Yinshan, a rare guest."
Anyone could hear the sarcasm in his words. Some of those who were dissatisfied with Yinshan might be happy, but they didn't dare to show it on their faces, let alone echo them with words.
Yin Shan's face was calm and he said calmly: "I am a guest, then, you are the host?"
The old man choked, but was unable to accept this sentence, so he could only snort heavily and ignore it.
This small conflict made the already solemn scene even more tense. The beast kings all lowered their eyes and didn't even look at each other, and they didn't even talk through spiritual consciousness.
Huan Mei moved her eyes back and forth, glanced left and right, pouted, and kicked the ground with her toes out of boredom.
After a while, a cloud of mist condensed in the sky.
It appeared silently, but attracted all attention in an instant.
The old man bowed his head and was pious and fanatical.
"Greetings to my lord."
Following his words, the other Beast Kings lowered their heads and bowed respectfully.
Only Yinshan Mountain stands as tall and steep as before, unmoved.
Huanmei was about to salute, but when she lowered her head halfway, she inadvertently caught sight of the pines and cypresses of Yin Mountain, and was stunned for a moment.
This moment of silence made her move a beat slower than the other Beast Emperors. After regaining her senses, she could only nod her head in a panic and perfunctory manner, as if she had completed the etiquette.
With her tail tucked up, Huan Mei glanced at Yunwu with a guilty conscience. When she saw that the man didn't react, she breathed a small sigh of relief.
An unclear voice came from the clouds:
"Everyone is here, let's start."
As he finished speaking, a thousand-mile scroll suddenly unfolded in the sky, so huge that it seemed to cover the sun and the moon.
The light and shadow in the scroll change, gradually revealing scenes of killing.
Raging spells, flying flesh and blood, sharp weapons, ferocious minions.
It was the front line of the war between humans and demons in different areas, a scene of fighting taking place thousands of miles away at this moment.
The beast kings raised their heads and stared at the scroll, looking at the scenes of humans slaughtering low-level monsters everywhere.
The atmosphere becomes tense.
If there is a strong wind, the clouds and mist will suddenly surge violently, as if something is struggling to come out.
There seemed to be a "buzzing" sound in the dark, passing through the eardrums of the beast kings low and fast, making even their souls tremble.
Everyone felt at the same time that a majestic and strange energy spurted out from the clouds, divided into three parts, and disappeared into the void.
The next moment, the scene in the scroll suddenly changed.
…
At the front of a certain position, the corpses of low-level monsters covered the earth like a thick sheet of blood.
As far as the eye can see, there are no green mountains and green waters, no blue rocks and loess, only an endless ocean of flesh and blood. The bottom ones have decayed into juice and mud, while the upper parts of the body and organs are still fresh.
The boundaries of the blood sea are still expanding, and the people wielding magic weapons continue to harvest the lives of low-level monsters, slowly but steadily advancing the front line, leaving the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood behind.
Suddenly, an unknown person exclaimed, attracting the attention of the people around him:
"Hey! Look behind you!"
People looked back and were shocked to find that countless corpses of monsters were rapidly rising into the sky.
Complete, broken, corpses in various states, and even corpse water that has seeped into the ground, are flying upward quietly and quickly under the influence of some inexplicable force.
The light of the sky was blocked, blood occupied the sky, and the world was instantly darkened like night.
Everyone looked at the densely packed floating corpses above and could not help but feel chills running down their spines.
A powerful man with a high level of cultivation resolutely took action to destroy the corpse. However, no matter what kind of spell or magic weapon it is, it cannot get even close to the corpse.
Not only in this area, but also in more distant places, similar scenes are happening at the same time.
At this moment, all the monster beasts that died in the war, inside and outside the world, except for the parts that had been recovered by the human race, and the corpses that had been exposed to the wilderness, all rose into the sky.
The frontline monks from all over the world were doing the same actions at the same time and showing the same expression——
They looked up, their eyes wide open, their faces full of shock, confusion, and deep uneasiness.
The living monsters were lying on the ground one after another, all terrified.
The changes have not stopped. The blood on the sky began to move, and the space seemed to be opened, releasing strong suction to swallow the bones around. In an instant, vortices formed in the sea of blood all over the sky.
All this happened as fast as lightning. In just a breath, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were swallowed up, and the clear sky reappeared in front of him.
People looked at the empty sky and suddenly thought they were experiencing an hallucination.
…
When the corpse disappeared, there were new changes in the picture.
This time, images of three places were displayed.
One is a towering divine peak that reaches straight into the sky and is defended by numerous enclave continents;
One is the thousands of flying mountains hanging high in the sky, like sharp swords piercing the sky;
One is the Crystal Palace, which stands majestically on the bottom of the sea and is filled with brilliant lights.
Astonishingly, it is the headquarters of the three major sects of the human race.
In the picture, outside the three mountain gates, the space slowly twists in a spiral shape.
…
At that time, by the bay, Jing Ying Rongzheng and Yuan Yao stared at each other with big eyes.
Yuan Yao still looked that crazy and stupid, with dull eyes, grinning mouth, and laughing from time to time.
He raised his left hand, and his index finger was caught by one of the sea crab's pincers.
The sea crab was hanging in the air, its small eyes fixed on Yuan Yao, and its other pincer became extremely large, as if it was about to cut off the opponent's waist.
But it did not continue to move, its posture seemed to be waiting for an order.
Jing Yingrong looked directly at Yuan Yao and said, "This is my territory and it's home. You went down to play in the water, so it attacked you."
"Treading on the Stars"
Yuan Yao blinked, turned his eyes left and right, then raised his left hand in front of Jing Yingrong, shaking his head and mumbling incomprehensible words.
Jing Yingrong stretched out her palm, and the sea crab's claws fell into her hand, and the enlarged claws returned to their original shape.
Yuan Yao blew repeatedly on his fingers that left no trace, squinted at the sea crab with resentment, then looked at Ying Rong in the mirror, shrank his shoulders and shook, and cooed in his mouth:
"Lie, go away, kill us..."
Jing Yingrong let the crab crawl along her arm and onto her shoulder. She stared at Yuan Yao with a dim light in her eyes.
She wanted to ask something, but at this moment, she sensed some subtle but unusual breath.
She suddenly turned her head, her dark eyes suddenly turned silvery white, her sight penetrated countless obstacles and fell on the vast sea of clouds outside the mountain gate.
Yuan Yao stared blankly at Jing Yingrong, almost instinctively, his eyes describing every detail of the woman in front of her, from her expression to her movements.
His body suddenly trembled, he pursed his lips, and looked up in the same direction. A mixture of fear, worry, anxiety and panic appeared on his face.
The escaping light flashed, and Yuan Yao flew away without looking back.
