Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Jiuli tribe land

Li Junsu listened to the gloating voice of the Demon Lord, then looked at the somewhat guilty eyes under the mask of the War Lord, and remained silent for a moment.

It seems the Demon Lord guessed correctly.

"But don't worry, if it really doesn't work, I'll take care of it myself."

Seeing Li Junsu's silence, Bingzhu coughed lightly and spoke in order to establish himself as a dignified elder in Li Junsu's mind.

When he was young, all he wanted was to prove that he was right.

The origin transforms into Qi and blood, and Qi and blood become power.

Only strength can dominate the world and be invincible.

All those who stand in his way will only be crushed and meet their end in death.

Things are different now. The arrogance of youth is gone, replaced by the composure a leader should possess.

While he was indeed in the wrong regarding the Immortal Clan incident, it doesn't mean he will back down.

If the immortal priest doesn't know what's good for him, he'll just destroy the other party again.

"No need, I'll handle it."

Upon hearing this, Li Junsu indicated that he could.

As a descendant of the military strategist, he inherited the benefits from the other party, and naturally had to deal with the bad things left behind.

Moreover, for him, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

If he wanted revenge the moment he appeared in the world, he would naturally lead the Tiger Slaughter Guard into battle.

It can both train the Tiger Slaughter Guards and expand the territory of the dynasty.

If the other party is willing to talk, he is naturally willing to talk as well.

"Senior, what about the Kuafu tribe?"

Li Junsu then asked.

"You can rest assured and take action against the Kuafu tribe."

"When I tried to win them over, I threatened them, and they immediately sent troops against me."

"They are doomed to perish."

"Before their demise, many of their followers escaped."

"Active after me and the Human Emperor."

“They have always been very hostile towards the Jiuli tribe, so you can proceed with confidence.”

Upon hearing about the Kuafu tribe, the warlord's initial apprehension vanished, and he began to speak eloquently.

At this point, not only Li Junsu, but even the Demon Clan Supreme was silent.

What does it mean to take the initiative to send troops against the warlord?

Are the Kuafu people really that confident?

The warlord also thought of the Kuafu clan chief and the Bashe demon ancestor from back then, and subconsciously rubbed his fingertips.

It has to be said that the opponent is not durable at all.

One human and one demon, each were rewarded with a single blow.

He died as a result.

He thought the other party had some trump card, but it turned out they had nothing.

Although it was only one cut, it was really satisfying.

A single slash descended from the sky, landing on the ground.

The blade sliced ​​through flesh and bone, followed by a rain of blood.

The feeling of that slash, even now, still lingers in the mind of the warlord.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to save them for Jun Su to hone his skills, he would have personally taken action and slashed the Kuafu clan chief and the Bashe demon ancestor again.

"Senior, if I want the earth's veins to reflect upon them, do I need to perform a ritual?"

Li Junsu's voice made Bingzhu stop savoring the moment.

"Since you possess the true essence of the Five Sacred Mountains, travel to the Five Sacred Mountains yourself and let the essence resonate with the mountains."

"The resonance of the mountains may cause the ancient immortal land to resonate."

"As for the Kuafu tribe, their ancestral land is in the current demon vein. If it were in the mortal world, it would be very lively."

The warlord looked at Li Junsu and spoke carefully.

"so."

Upon hearing this, Li Junsu nodded slightly.

"Then, senior, I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Li Junsu left directly.

He has been in seclusion for half a month, while Zhu Rong and Gong Gong are still at Buzhou Mountain.

We must accelerate the process of becoming stronger.

He is getting stronger, and the Western Regions are getting stronger too.

......

Western Regions, sacred mountain of Tantric Buddhism

At this moment, on the sacred mountain of the Western Regions, black smoke, even darker and deeper than the dark clouds brought by the Four Fiends, rose up.

This smoke is assimilating spiritual energy and devouring life.

However, the beings located in the Tantric area were not harmed.

Gray Flower stood behind Poisonous Man, looking at the pitch-black clouds above, and swallowed hard.

"They've...they've arrived?"

Ningma Hong and Gaju Zhi also rushed over, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy as they looked at the dark figure that appeared above.

Amidst the dark clouds, crimson threads suddenly appeared, slowly moving and weaving a somewhat ferocious figure within the black sea of ​​ink.

The figure was neither human nor demon, with a ferocious appearance yet exuding majesty. It had eight arms, each wielding a different ferocious weapon.

Behind Him were distorted cloud patterns.

The figure became increasingly solid, and the speed at which the blood-red threads were woven accelerated. When they reached the eyebrows and eyes, a ghostly wail suddenly rang out.

Beneath the sacred mountain, the figures of the civilians who died in the past emerged, and fleshy lotus flowers bloomed beneath the shadows.

A putrid, pungent aroma, thick with the stench of blood, spread throughout the mountains and fields.

The vengeful spirits of ordinary people looked up to the sky, their mouths agape, their silent wails and venomous resentment filling the Tantric Buddhist community.

Then, the skull transformed into a magical artifact, hovering around the figure.

This is the venerable god of the Stupid Religion, the Great Dark Heaven.

As soon as it appeared, it exuded a stronger threat than Emperor Yan and others.

If the threat wasn't strong enough, the illusory image of the War God within the bloodlines of Li Ge and others wouldn't have been activated in the spittoon, thus allowing the War God to manifest in the world.

In a sense, the Great Dark Heaven was also one of the dynasty's meritorious officials.

Although not as outrageous as the Supreme Being, the Western Regions were still enough to stand out among the foreign lands.

The Xiongnu and the Turks, the two great enemies of the two dynasties, both came from the Western Regions.

Their foundation is far beyond what India can match.

"It's done?!"

Gray Flower looked at the Dark Sky, which stood quietly in mid-air and was absorbing spiritual energy, and a look of wild joy flashed in its eyes.

"Just started."

Mao Du watched this scene, his eyes flickering.

Strong, very strong.

He was so powerful that he felt the Dark Heaven could crush him with a single hand.

But... that's not enough.

Not enough in the face of the dynasty.

However, the poisoner was not discouraged or had any other emotions because of this.

All beginnings are hard.

Having taken the first step, the second step is only a matter of time.

As Mao Du pondered, Da An Hei Tian suddenly lowered his head and met his gaze.

The gray-white flowers and the Nyingma rainbow made my scalp tingle.

As for Gajuzhi, he fainted immediately.

However, the person directly involved, Mao Du, remained calm.

His calmness was not a pretense; the weak, helpless, and fearful self within him had long been destroyed by his own hands when he escaped.

A red light shone in the eyes of the Great Dark Heaven, and a blood-red luster appeared in the depths of its poisonous eyes.

Deep within his eyes, the mark of the Great Dark Heaven emerged.

Mao Du closed his eyes and began to digest this legacy.

"Continue, the ultimate goal is to bring our plow and Yudujin into existence."

Mao Du closed his eyes, absorbing the inheritance while giving instructions to Hui Baihua and Ningma Hong.

"Let's go right now!"

Grayish-white flower was the first to come to her senses and quickly left.

Ningma Hong glanced at the poisonous substance before leaving.

He felt confident.

He had no idea how outrageous the dynasty had become.

All he knew was that the Great Dark Heaven was the strongest Martial Venerable he had ever seen.

In the sky, lightning tore through the black smoke.

Upon seeing this, the Great Dark Heaven withdrew its power, and fear flashed in its eyes.

Plow the plow, and grasp the true meaning of thunder.

"I want to become stronger too."

At this moment, the emperor, the Chanyu, was cultivating while thinking to himself.

Relying solely on outsiders is not his style.

Only by becoming strong can one dominate everything.

......

Mount Tai (Eastern Peak)

"The Great Dark Heaven?"

Prince An stood atop the mountain, gazing towards the Western Regions, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.