Honghuang: God-level entries, starting from refining the demon-slaying sword

The affairs of the Heavenly Palace are not so easy to handle. This matter cannot be done by relying solely on the ancestor Kunpeng. The other surviving demon kings must be brought along, and almost all the remaining strength of the entire demon clan must be sacrificed.

The most important thing is.

All of this can only be done on the premise that the saint does not die. Otherwise, even if they have monstrous means, they will never be able to gain any benefit from it!

"Xing Tian is ready to take action. Although he may not bring other great witches with him, he alone is equivalent to the combat power of most of the witch clan and can rival a quasi-saint."

"If the demon race has no ideas, then this time, I have nothing to say."

Lin Feng slowly stood up, as if he was just there to deliver a message, and immediately prepared to leave.

He could tell.

Today's Kunpeng looks like he is thinking, but in fact he is making things difficult for himself, and the most important thing is.

Here, the person who can really call the shots is not Kunpeng, but the guy who is hiding.

"Hahaha……"

"Master Tianfeng, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Kunpeng is just still holding a grudge about what happened back then. I need to talk to you about this matter!"

no way.

Seeing that Lin Feng was about to leave, Bai Ze finally couldn't sit still anymore and walked out from the depths of the cave.

He and Kunpeng looked at each other, and they reached a tacit understanding.

Lin Feng must have been prepared when he came to visit. Let's see what cards he has first before we do anything else.

"White Pond!"

"You bastard, I was wondering why the Heavenly Court couldn't find you for so long, and you ended up hiding here!"

Seeing Bai Ze, Lu Wu couldn't help but speak.

When this guy was known as the military strategist of the demon clan, the power in his hands was almost comparable to that of the Demon King. Now that the Demon King has fallen, apart from the ten demon kings and Kunpeng, it is estimated that no one else can suppress him in terms of discourse power.

If this guy were to show up, Lin Feng’s matter would be difficult to handle. God knows what benefits he would want!

"Lu Wu, it seems that you are living a good life." Bai Ze looked at Lu Wu deeply and sighed in his heart.

I was originally thinking whether I could see Lu Wu's regretful look in the future, but I didn't expect that Lu Wu would actually see their demon race gradually declining until now.

It’s really a pity.

"This is the second time we meet." Lin Feng spoke softly, as if he saw through Bai Ze's current situation. He shook his head with a hint of pity.

This is the fate of a race after its defeat. Even the strongest surviving members of the race no longer have the leisure they once had and have to work hard for their future.

Suffering can temper a person, but who would want their descendants to continue to suffer in this way? Especially when it is endless suffering?

"Yes, this is the second time we meet."

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Bai Ze's eyes. He still remembered the bet between Lin Feng and Donghuang Taiyi. At that time, everything was so simple. The two sides just made an appointment for a fight.

Unexpectedly.

The final winner turned out to be Lin Feng.

But... these are all in the past. The most important thing for them now is to find a way to turn the tide and let those descendants of the demon clan survive.

"Does Master Tianfeng have a plan? If we only rely on a Quasi-Saint, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop the Emperor of Heaven."

"From my demon clan, we can send three demon kings to assist us. Each of them is guaranteed to have the cultivation level of a Daluo Jinxian!"

"That's all there is to it."

The three Daluo Golden Immortals are the few forces that the demon race can currently mobilize.

These three are enough to replace the remaining ten demon kings at any time. If Lin Feng had not come in person, Bai Ze would never give in, let alone be willing to help.

Kunpeng didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged as if he heard nothing, but Lin Feng could still feel the aura surging from his body.

Nowadays, the demon clan’s combat power is not much. If they make a wrong bet, these three Daluo Jinxian will almost lose everything.

"Except for the saints, the Western religion is not particularly powerful, and there are no Daluo Jinxian."

"The only one we have to deal with is Heaven."

As Lin Feng spoke slowly, he gently waved his arm and an invisible formation unfolded. He had specially asked Tongtian Sect Master for this formation, and it was specifically used to block the perception of saints.

As if sensing Lin Feng's seriousness, even Kunpeng opened his eyes and acted as if he was listening attentively.

"There are even fewer famous strong men in the Heavenly Court, and a large part of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are disciples of the Lich. Master Tianfeng, you are not asking us to attack them, are you?"

Bai Ze smiled, then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you want to attack...Haotian?"

"That's the Heavenly Emperor chosen by Daozu!"

"Didn't the Duke of Dong also die at the hands of your demon clan in the past? When did you become so fearful?" Lin Feng said.

Dong Wanggong was also appointed by the Taoist Ancestor, and his status is no lower than Haotian.

It was possible back then.

Why not now?

Bai Ze smiled helplessly, but sighed deeply in his heart.

Back then, they had Donghuang Taiyi supporting them in the front, and the Zhoutian Xingdou formation was there. Even if a saint took action, they would not be powerless to fight.

just now……

But nothing is left.

What's more, at that time, Dong Wanggong had no saints to support him. Now Haotian has reached a tacit understanding with the two saints of the Western Religion. Once they start fighting, it will only cause endless troubles.

“Times have changed.”

Kunpeng spoke slowly, his voice full of helplessness.

When these words were spoken, even Lu Wu raised his head, seeming a little sad.

The sigh and regret in this voice.

Let the field fall silent again.

"The method Haotian used this time was not glorious. It was a special magical power that had some connection with Western religions. It should be a simplified version of their magical power of salvation."

"It hasn't been long since they started, and they're capturing powerful liches just to fill the gaps in their own heavenly soldiers and generals."

"So, we don't need to kill Haotian. We just need to make a big fuss, so that everything will be known to outsiders, so that they will be terrified. Even the Dao Ancestor may end up directly crippling Haotian. That's all."

Suddenly, Lin Feng spoke.

There was sharpness and madness in his eyes, just like when he stopped the demon clan, which made people admire and pay attention to him.

Want to win.

How can I not go crazy?!

"You want to help them break free from the magical constraints on them?"

"How is this possible?!"

Bai Ze stood up and spoke in an incredulous tone, "Since ancient times, no one has ever been able to remove the magical power of the Western religion. Perhaps a saint could have such a method, but we are absolutely unable to do so."

"Otherwise, Haotian would never have been so crazy to capture the powerful lich!"

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't!" Lin Feng snorted coldly.

"Even if I can't attack directly, as long as my will is still there, it is enough to reverse all spiritual powers!"

"Have you forgotten?"

"What were the methods used by the Ancestral Witch back then?!"