Chapter 255 You Make Me Sick!

Liu Qingming felt so miserable. He might as well have surrendered to Xuantian Sect at that time. He came back from a long distance to report, but he was still locked up as a madman.

Who could be more miserable than him?

But no matter how he called and begged, he could not change the miserable fate of being imprisoned in Tianlao.

Hearing the crying and shouting outside getting smaller and smaller, Jiang Tianming's angry face eased.

"Humph! The dead duck is stubborn!"

He shook his sleeves.

Jiang Tianming's eyes kept changing, and he said coldly: "It seems that Xuantian Sect is indeed controlled by the Red Demon. Even the people I sent out had their memories tampered with by him. What a vicious method."

He didn't believe the absurd deeds Liu Qingming said, which were even more outrageous than those made up by the storytellers in the Central Region.

The only possibility is that the Red Demon is frantically building momentum for the so-called Senior Ye to create a deterrent effect on the Central Region.

Unfortunately, this trick is too clumsy, and only fools will be scared.

You can cheat others, but don't cheat yourself!

"Since you want to play, I'll let your enemies play with you."

Jiang Tianming sneered and began to issue orders to the outside world.

Wuji Dao Sect.

Sect Master Feng Qingyang received the order from Xuantian Saint Lord, and the stone hanging in his heart these days finally fell.

Now, he can finally fulfill the previous statement and officially launch a crusade against the Red Demon far away in the East Region!

Otherwise, the demon-killing order he issued with great fanfare some time ago would have been a waste of time.

After all, there was no action for a long time, and there were more rumors from the outside world.

They all thought he was retreating at the last minute and just talking nonsense.

"Send an order, mobilize the sect army!"

"Follow me to the east to kill demons!"

The majestic and loud voice came out of the hall, resounding like thunder over the Wuji Dao Sect.

Ding ding ding~!

The rapid ringing of the bell rang.

Not only the Wuji Dao Sect, but also Dao Sects were taking action one after another at this time.

Swish, swish, swishing, the immortals all over the sky appeared at the same time, exuding a terrifying aura.

Boom!

The Central Region was like a pot of boiling water.

The cultivators' scalps were numb, and they were shocked, but they were more convinced of the fate of the Red Demon's defeat.

"Oh my goodness, the number of these immortals is at least 30,000, right?"

"Hiss, is this the foundation of the eight major sects?"

"Well, it seems that only the Cangming Dao Sect has not been dispatched. It is said that they are holding a funeral for Elder Wei."

"Fuck! It's been so many days, and the funeral hasn't ended yet?!"

Seeing that the demon-killing war suddenly started, the various Daozhous in the Central Region were in a sensation, and all the music was urgently interrupting this heavy news.

After all, the target of this crusade is the Red Demon Hong Qianye who was once a powerful figure and founded the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect!

Cangming Dao Sect.

At the funeral, Ye Wusheng knelt alone in front of the portrait, feeling an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

I thought the fight would start soon, so I didn't take the funeral seriously. But somehow, Wuji Dao Sect didn't take any action, so he had to pretend to be serious and hold a grand funeral on the same day to cover up and confuse the outside world.

I thought that after a few days of delay, Wuji Dao Sect would take action, but I didn't expect that the delay would really last for 49 days!

During this period, he was afraid that the spies would find out, so he had to pretend to be sad and stay at the funeral to mourn for Elder Wei.

Ye Wusheng knew very well that with Feng Qingyang's temperament, he would definitely send someone to secretly watch him. If he showed his hand at this time, the other party would be suspicious and re-evaluate the threat of Red Demon Hong Qianye.

At that time, wouldn't it be a waste of resources and a big head?

No.

Ye Wusheng told himself that he had to be patient!

As the saying goes, a little impatience will lead to a big mess.

Isn't it just acting? Then I will act the whole set!

That's it.

Ye Wusheng had been staying at the funeral, suffering from the boring wait.

Looking at the huge portrait in front of him, in which Elder Wei was smiling, Ye Wusheng suddenly had an illusion that the other party was laughing at him, and he felt more and more aggrieved.

Ah, so angry!

But there was no way, as long as Wuji Dao Sect did not take action, his funeral would have to continue.

Just then.

The elder's excited voice came from behind, "Report to the Sect Master! The seven major Dao Sects have begun to act! The immortal army is heading towards the East Region!"

Ye Wusheng raised his head suddenly, and his breathing became heavy in an instant.

Is this true?

He finally didn't have to pretend to be like a clown, kneeling at the funeral, and setting an example for the outside world!

After being hit by great happiness, Ye Wusheng's mood instantly reached a peak from lows, and he felt that the bitterness had paid off and the clouds had cleared.

The next second, Ye Wusheng's shoulders twitched, and he raised his head and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Hehehe!"

The elders behind him were stunned. Is he crazy with joy?

Gradually, Ye Wusheng stopped laughing wildly, stood up and looked at the portrait of Elder Wei in front of him, and said coldly:

"These days, you make me feel sick!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and the portrait turned into dust and disappeared in the air, along with the entire funeral arrangement, all turned into nothing.

Ye Wusheng, who was revived with full blood, swept away the previous depression and frustration. At this moment, he was in high spirits and eager to show his strength.

Because Ye Wusheng knew very well that this mighty coalition of immortals would never come back since they set out on the road to the east.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he can not only take back the lost resource land of Cangming Dao Sect, but also plunder the territories of the other seven Dao Sects without restraint.

"Haha, you have treated me as a soft persimmon before, this time I, Ye, can finally be completely tough!"

At the same time.

Taichu Holy Land.

In a simple thatched house.

An old man wearing a wide white linen robe and a compassionate face sat cross-legged quietly, exuding a misty and boundless immortal aura.

Suddenly, the elder's respectful report came from outside, "Holy Lord, Wuji Dao Sect has begun to act."

Swish!

The Holy Lord of Taichu suddenly opened his eyes, with a terrifying scene of the stars disappearing in his eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly, spitting out a word, "Go down."

"Yes!"

In the thatched house.

The Holy Lord of Taichu was motionless like a stone sculpture, thinking deeply.

In the immortal war, he was the strongest person who participated in the crusade against Hong Qianye with an immortal weapon!

From the outside, it seems that the Holy Lord of Taichu hates evil, but in fact, there is another hidden story behind this.

In addition to a group of fanatical believers, there was also the old lecher of the Holy Lord of Taichu who coveted Hong Qianye's beauty!

He has a special hobby, that is, he likes beauty, and he will not refuse anyone, whether male or female.

Especially men, which will make him more excited!

At that time, the Holy Lord of Taichu even secretly revealed to Hong Qianye that as long as Hong Qianye was willing to abandon his cultivation and serve him, he would be willing to give Hong Qianye a way out.

After all, Hong Qianye, as a giant of the magic way and the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Cult, was well-known in the Central Region. If such a person was trained, it would undoubtedly make him feel extremely accomplished.

In the eyes of the Holy Lord of Taichu, he was already quite sincere. He dared to take a huge risk to protect this big devil, which was contrary to his noble status as the leader of the Holy Land of Taichu.

Unexpectedly, Hong Qianye not only refused directly, but also mocked him as a dead old pervert, which shocked and angered the Lord of Taichu, and broke his defense on the spot.

Soon, the immortal war broke out. The Lord of Taichu personally went to the battlefield, holding the immortal weapon and beating Hong Qianye step by step. It can be said that he was determined to kill him.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished, and the red devil of that year finally appeared again!

At this time.

The Lord of Taichu sighed.

He knew Hong Qianye's character. With the other party's revengeful temperament, if he came back, he would definitely not escape the blame.

As for Feng Qingyang and his vigorous crusade, the Lord of Taichu was actually not optimistic.

Many years ago, Hong Qianye cultivated to the ninth level of the True Immortal with his outstanding talent, and his fighting talent was top-notch. If he had not participated in the crusade with the immortal weapon, the immortal war might have changed.

Now, the world has changed drastically, and it is unknown to what extent the great devil who called the wind and rain back then would have reached.

The Holy Lord of Taichu felt uneasy about this.

"Alas, I can only ask that person for help."

The old man sighed helplessly.

In the thatched house, the old man in a linen robe sitting cross-legged on the futon disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had come to an underground palace built at the bottom of the Holy Land of Taichu.

The palace was gloomy and filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The Holy Lord of Taichu walked towards the depths of the palace, his expression became more and more complicated, and what came into view was a super-large blood pool, which was bubbling with bubbles, and countless shriveled corpses were floating on it, including men, women, young and old, and the scene was horrible.

"Master Xue Tu, I have a request." The old face of the Holy Lord of Taichu showed a respectful look, and he bowed and said.

As soon as the voice fell.

The blood pool was boiling.

A tall figure with flesh wings on its back slowly emerged from the blood.

His black hair was draped over his shoulders and chest, his complexion was sickly pale, his face was thin, his cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were a strange blood red, and he looked cold and indifferent.

It was obvious that this man was not a human.

Boom!

With his appearance, the pressure in the palace was as heavy as a mountain, and the heart of the Taichu Saint Lord was almost suffocated.

The Taichu Saint Lord was secretly shocked. To what extent has this man's strength recovered?