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The fierce battle attracted widespread attention, and both the human and demon armies were rushing here.

Tiangang Immortal took a look at the situation, dodged an attack from the palace guard, and then swung his sword hard, cutting a natural barrier between the two of them.

"let's go!"

He shouted, and everyone from the Kongshan Sect reacted and followed him away.

The palace guard landed on the ground with a spear in his hand. His hand felt numb at the moment, and he sighed in his heart that he was indeed the strongest among the human race.

In the final blow, outsiders thought that the two sides were evenly matched, but Lu Zhaozhao saw that the Tiangang Immortal was guarding a higher level. But if that was the case, why did he leave in a hurry?

Unless someone stronger and capable of changing the situation is about to arrive, there is only one person who is stronger than them.

Demon Lord!

Lu Zhaozhao's pupils shrank. The Demon Lord she had been looking for for a long time was about to arrive here!

The sky suddenly darkened, as if blocked by a black cloth.

The palace guard reacted, looked in one direction, knelt on one knee, and shouted: "Welcome to the Demon Lord!"

The other demons all knelt on one knee at the same time, shouting, "Welcome the Demon Lord!"

"Kunwu." A majestic voice fell, and the palace guard's body trembled. He whispered, "Here."

"The western boundary barrier will be open this month. You must immediately head north to aid Dijiang."

The Demon Lord's voice continued to be heard. Lu Zhaozhao quietly raised his head and looked around, but did not see the Demon Lord.

"The last general takes command!"

The palace guard responded, and the sky became bright again. The black cloth seemed to have disappeared, as if the Demon Lord had never been there.

This is how the same thing?

Lu Zhaozhao was puzzled and looked up, but there was nothing around that could explain this phenomenon.

The palace guard stood up and said to the entire army, "Everyone has heard the message from the Demon Lord's Shadow. Set off immediately and head north!"

"Yes, sir." A thunderous shout broke through the sky.

Lu Zhaozhao climbed onto the back of the Hellfire Nightmare Beast and thought as he walked.

What just came was actually just an afterimage, but just an afterimage had such a powerful pressure. What if it was the Demon Lord himself, how terrifying would that be?

"What's wrong with you? You haven't been in a good mood along the way." Cheng Sangjie looked at Guannan with a serious face and asked.

Lu Zhaozhao turned to look at him and chuckled, "Nothing, I just met too many masters at once and was a little shocked."

Cheng Sangjie comforted him softly, "Don't worry about it. With your talent, you will be able to reach that level sooner or later."

"Really?" Lu Zhaozhao was a little dazed.

"Of course." Cheng Sangjie continued, "You are born into the Nüba clan and possess such talent. And look within. The strongest of each generation of the eight clans can generally reach the Return to Void Realm. I've heard that the leader of your Nüba clan is as powerful as my grandfather. You don't have to worry too much. That realm is not out of reach for you and me."

"So that's how it is." Lu Zhaozhao nodded. Cheng Sangjie thought that she had let it go, but what Lu Zhaozhao was thinking was that in the Return to Void Realm, in addition to the Palace Guards and the Demon Lord, there were actually nine more demons in the Demon Clan.

No, from the current point of view, there should be eight. Changyu Languan does not seem to have reached the state of returning to the void, but I think it is only a matter of time.

So, what about the others present?

Her eyes swept over the eight clans one by one.

These people are the best of the new generation, inheriting the purest bloodline of the clan, endowed with supreme talents, and poured with countless resources. For them, is returning to the void just a matter of time?

Lu Zhaozhao calmed down and tried his best to put aside these messy thoughts.

Today, she had too many distracting thoughts. Perhaps it was because she saw the person who had ascended to heaven in the past, she couldn't help but feel that the mission didn't seem so far away.

She also wanted to become that powerful.

Therefore, she must leave this illusion as soon as possible and embark on her own journey.

Thinking of this, sparks ignited in her eyes again.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, it is both an ancient moon and a lonely moon.

The further north you go, the more clearly you can feel the changes in the air and climate.

There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, and the air was thin, with less and less to breathe.

Walking further, a crystal snowflake fell on her shoulder.

The north of the Western Territory, directly connected to the Northern Territory, is the territory of Zen Buddhism. Any incident here means that the timeline has now come to the time for the human race in the Central Plains East to join forces with the Northern Territory.

The wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing the snowflakes across the sky. The scene before my eyes was a blur, interwoven into an endless curtain of snow that blocked my vision.

At this moment, as far as the eye can see, the endless snow-capped mountains stretch out like a sharp long knife piercing the sky, and on that mysterious and beautiful mountain, there stands a person.

He stood condescendingly, his entire body in pure white, as if blending into the snowy scene. Only a black belt was tied around his cloak, which contrasted with his fair cheeks. There was a faint smile on his lips, and his dark eyes were filled with coldness. A flash of gold showed that he was different from ordinary people.

What a beautiful scene, but unfortunately, there was a blood-stained sword stuck in the ground beside his wide sleeves, and the howling north wind brought the bloody smell from the sword.

Wen Sheng, we meet again, Lu Zhaozhao said in her heart.

The palace guard bowed to him from a distance: "Demon King."

Wen Sheng looked at him, his gaze lingering on Lu Zhaozhao for a moment, then moved away imperceptibly, nodded, and continued to look into the distance.

The palace guard didn't care too much and organized his own team and stationed at the foot of the snow mountain.

Perhaps it was because she was close to the Zen Buddhist temple, but her memories of that year seemed to be evoked, and the voice and appearance of Master Jingwen seemed to be in front of her, smoothing out all her messy thoughts.

The night is deep and everything is quiet.

Lu Zhaozhao opened her eyes in her sleep, she lifted the tent curtain and walked towards the snow-capped mountains.

The winding road becomes narrower and narrower as it goes up, until it disappears completely.

The moonlight fell and reflected on the snow, and all I could see was a vast expanse of white, boundless and endless.

Lu Zhaozhao walked up step by step and came to a broken wall where a man was standing with a sword beside him.

"Wen Sheng."

The figure in front of him turned around, and the moonlight shone on his face. It was a face that Lu Zhaozhao was familiar with.

He looked at Lu Zhaozhao quietly, with something indescribable in his eyes. Then, he walked closer, untied his cloak, revealing the dark robe hidden underneath.

The cloak fell gently on her shoulders, and Wen Sheng asked softly, "Where do you want to go?"

Lu Zhaozhao turned his head, looked towards the top of the mountain, and said, "I want to go there."

"Why do you want to go there?" Wen Sheng didn't stop moving his hands and straightened her collar.

"There is an idea in my mind that tells me to go there." Lu Zhaozhao said softly.

"Go back, go back to where you should be."

Wen Sheng's voice was so light that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it away in the snowy night.

"What?" Lu Zhaozhao didn't understand. She looked at him and met his gaze, which was so gentle that it could make people drown in it.

"It's going to be unsafe here soon, so go back to where you came from."

Wen Sheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and Lu Zhaozhao felt that his vision was gradually blurring.