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Chapter 1313 The King's Death
These monsters born from the small magic cave are themselves opportunities for walking. After killing them, the benefits are very obvious. There is a chance that rare treasures and even divine sources will be born. All treasures between heaven and earth can be obtained. Qianling will not stop the people of Qianling from going there on their own. This is an opportunity and also a danger. The two coexist. How to choose is up to each person's will and no one can interfere.

If you die, it's because you're not strong enough, you can't blame others.

If you get an opportunity, it is your own gain, it belongs to you, no one can envy it, and Qian Ling will not take it away.

This is the fairness given by Qian Ling.

At this moment, in the Red Dust Heaven, on a wilderness plain, this place is called the Ten Thousand Wolf Wasteland. In the wasteland, there is naturally the Feng Shui Holy Town of Qianling to suppress it, but there are also a large number of the myriad races of the heavens who have taken root in this wasteland and opened up their own tribes and secret realms. In this wasteland, there are three tribes.

They are the gnolls, the rabbits and the centaurs.

The three races took root in this wasteland and established their own secret realms. Most of the tribes lived and multiplied in the secret realms to strengthen their races. Of course, they would inevitably leave the secret realms to walk in the dry spirit, practice, and even obtain various resources. The secret realm is the homeland where people live, and the dry spirit territory outside the secret realm is the real place of struggle.

They live in this wilderness, and also hunt, harvest, and obtain resources here.

Among the three ethnic tribes, the Rabbitmen are the weakest, the Centaurs are in the middle, and the Gnolls are the strongest, occupying the most resources. This wasteland can produce some special resources. For example, the fairy grass grown in the wasteland is of great benefit to the practice of any race, especially to the Rabbitmen, a race that naturally likes fairy grass resources. It is more valuable and can improve cultivation and temper blood. The same is true for the Centaurs.

It is also effective against gnolls, but they mostly hunt rabbit men and centaurs, and take their bodies back. They can either eat them directly or have them sacrificed by the tribe and refined into a blood soup of all spirits, which can be eaten as a great tonic.

Facing the gnolls, the rabbit people and the centaurs also joined forces to fight against the gnolls. The three tribes also fought and killed each other in the wilderness. Qian Ling didn't care about the battles here and would not interfere. If the tribe was really wiped out in the battle, it could only be blamed on its own lack of strength, not others. Qian Ling was a neutral party in this war.

This time, Qianling started the war of civilizations, and all kinds of information were closely followed by all kinds of races, especially when attacking the core demon domain and facing the real battle. After discovering the changes in the stars in the sky, it was known that the monsters on the front line of the battlefield must have been transferred to the interior of Qianling, and the pressure would be shared by the Feng Shui holy cities.

Some of the gnoll warriors gathered in the wilderness, found a commanding height, and prepared to watch Qian Ling resist the invasion of monsters.

Watch and observe from it.

Just by looking at it, they found something was wrong.

Those monsters did not attack Qian Ling's Feng Shui Holy City, but turned around and rushed towards them in the wilderness. It was obvious that they were heading for their tribe of all races in the world. This discovery immediately made them break out in cold sweat.

"Quick, inform the elders of the tribe, the monster is coming towards us."

"Quick, build defenses and forge a frost wall. We must not let these monsters rush into our secret realm. Otherwise, the entire tribe will be destroyed and we will be the sinners of the tribe. For the sake of our people, prepare to fight."

One by one, the gnolls shouted.

The Frost Gnolls activated the frost power in their bodies and set up walls made of frost in front of them, creating the simplest defensive barrier. These monsters did not attack the Feng Shui Holy City, but instead scattered in the wilderness. This was beyond their expectations, but they reacted immediately.

After all, they are not ordinary people. When faced with unexpected events, they can make the most direct and correct response.

Soon, the monsters came in droves, and the jackals continued to pour out from the secret realm and fight with the monsters. Flying spears cut through the sky and pierced the monsters' bodies. A large number of jackals rushed towards the monsters fiercely. They were also a race that was born good at fighting, and they fought fiercely.

Such scenes can be seen in all areas of Qianling.

The number of monsters moved out by the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi formation is increasing almost every moment. These monsters seem to have received some kind of order. This time, they seem to have no interest in Qian Ling's Feng Shui Holy City. They rush to the wilderness, to the tribes of the myriad races in the sky, and to the secret realm. Hiding in the secret realm, you can't hide from the smell of these monsters. Once you rush into the secret realm, even if you can deal with the monsters, it will cause damage.

Instead, most tribes choose to snipe monsters outside the secret realm.

For powerful tribes, the arrival of monsters is what they welcome, but for those with less strength, they are mixed with joy and sorrow.

The circumstances there are naturally beyond the description of outsiders.

The ideas of these tribes of all races cannot affect Qian Ling's decision. Moreover, invading the wilderness is not Qian Ling's decision, but an idea from the monsters themselves. No one is involved with Qian Ling, and he will not stop moving the monsters to Qian Ling's inland area because of anyone's ideas.

No matter how many monsters there are, as soon as they rush into Qian Ling's territory, 90% of them will be moved away.

For a moment, the entire Qianling was filled with war, and the sound of fighting continued in various tower areas.

After moving most of the monsters away, the twelve Taoist war cities quickly began to gain a foothold and consolidate their positions. They activated Feng Shui formations one by one and took root on the battlefield like nails.

"The Skeleton Army, march out in formation, and launch an attack from the east of the Demon Realm."

"Desert Legion, march out in formation, and launch an attack from the west of the Demon Realm."

"The Immortal Legion, march out in formation, and launch an attack from the north of the Demon Realm."

"On the southern battlefield, the Dao Army Corps will join the battle to resist the demonic tide and advance steadily."

After seeing the monsters being moved away, the battle formation starting to operate, and the front battlefield becoming relatively stable, Yue Pengju immediately began to arrange various legions and arms to launch an attack on the entire core demon domain.

This time, regardless of priority, attacks were launched on the Demon Realm from all sides simultaneously.

There is no such thing as a tactic of surrounding three sides and leaving one side vulnerable. All that is offered is an all-out attack.

The three miracle soldiers arrived on the battlefield almost simultaneously. After appearing on the battlefield, they attacked the monsters on the battlefield without hesitation. With the powerful strength of the miracle soldiers, as soon as they were put into the battlefield, they showed their terrifying killing ability, and pushed the battle line into the demon domain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Qian Ling is so determined to take down our Blood Corpse Holy Tower that he has deployed the three miracle arms to the battlefield at the same time. This really shows that he thinks highly of us."

The Red-haired Demon Lord looked around the entire battlefield with a stern expression. He already knew how determined Qian Ling was to destroy them and would not give them any chance of survival.

"Go, all of you go to the battlefield. Use your strength to hunt down as many strong men of Qianling as possible. Don't be lucky. Since you are going to die anyway, then show the courage of our Blood Corpse Holy Tower. Kill those of the same level. Killing one will cover your investment, and killing two will be a profit. Don't let Qianling look down on you."

He waved his hand and asked the many demon generals in the hall to leave.

As for what they do after they leave, that is their own business.

If you can't escape, then you must be prepared to perish together with your loved ones.

The Red-haired Demon Lord did not leave. He remained sitting in the Demon Palace, staring quietly into the void, not knowing what he was thinking about.

This wait lasted for a month.

For a month, the war was in full swing, with an endless stream of monsters. The elite Blood Corpse Demon Army in the Blood Corpse Holy Tower also joined the battlefield. One by one, powerful demons appeared on the battlefield, relying on various means, prohibitions, etc., fighting to the death with Qian Ling. It was a fight for every inch of land. The war weapons belonging to the Demon Abyss were also causing trouble for Qian Ling's attack, but they could not change the overall situation. The scope of the entire core demon domain was shrinking rapidly.

The whole process is getting faster and faster.

On this day, the Red-haired Demon Lord suddenly stood up from the throne of flesh and blood. In one step, he appeared in the void, and the invisible pressure swept across the four directions like a tide. The entire Demon Realm was in a state of silence, and eyes gathered around him involuntarily.

As soon as I saw it, I instinctively knew who it was.

That kind of spirit that dominates the Demon Realm cannot be faked.

"Lord Qianling, I am the Lord of the Blood Corpse Holy Tower, the Red-haired Demon Lord."

The red-haired demon lord raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Qian Ling, and slowly uttered a word.

It seemed like this was going to be a conversation between kings with Zhong Yan.

“This Emperor Zhong Yan!!”

In the void, a figure appeared out of thin air, it was Zhong Yan.

In a war of civilizations, if the leader of one side wants to meet, generally speaking, there is no need to refuse, and most people will meet. This is a sign of respect between tower masters, even if the opponent is the Dark Holy Tower.

Zhong Yan did not refuse Chifa's invitation.

The red-haired man looked at Zhong Yan, his scarlet eyes flickering with a strange look, and then he smiled and said, "This demon lord thought that the blood and flesh swamp could at least stop you for eight years. If it could be achieved, I would have the remaining two years to stop your attack, even if it cost me everything. Unfortunately, I only stopped you for less than three years out of the estimated eight years. At that time, I already knew that in this battle, my Blood Corpse Holy Tower was doomed to collapse."

"I am about to die. Before I die, I want to meet my opponent and ask for a death worthy of a king."

The red-haired demon lord said calmly.

"Okay, I will personally send you off."

Zhong Yan nodded and said.

He knew exactly how he wanted to die. He knew it clearly in his heart. In the war of civilizations, whenever possible, the Lord of Civilization would personally see him off.