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Hundreds of thousands of mountains were connected, and the miasma was dense.

A troop of three thousand people suddenly intruded into the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range, startling countless poisonous bugs and wild beasts. Some of the Diremonsters didn't dare to move forward to block him. They had no choice but to stand off in the distance and quietly watch.

"Old Bai, the sky has changed! "Who do you think the army of the Wu Dynasty is coming for?"

A burly man with a bull's horn on his head asked an elder beside him. There were many demons that retained the characteristics of animals in their surroundings.

The stooped old man, dressed in an extravagant robe, stroked his thick beard and sighed, "This Saint Emperor of the Wu Dynasty is too bold. My old friend has already made his move. He Shandao is going to suffer!"

"Impossible, right? He Shan has a long legacy, how can he just be destroyed like that?"

Some demons questioned him. In their eyes, He Shan Dao was a top ranked sect.

Cultivators and fiendish demons of this world generally did not have very high cultivation bases. Generally speaking, a sect with a Jindan Stage cultivator as its head was a large sect, and a sect with a Nascent Soul Grandmaster was one of the world's largest sects.

As for the sects that had immortals leading them, they could be counted on one hand. They were huge existences.

"Hehe, little guys, be more obedient in the future. This old man will give you a piece of advice, don't ever set foot in the territory of the human race again." The old man's eyes penetrated the poisonous miasma, looked at the centipede spirit, then turned around and spoke to the Little Demons around him.

He Shan Road was situated in the middle of a hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Wilderness. The sect was built on top of several mountains, and these hills were connected by a force. It looked like a scene of a deity from afar.

In truth, the mountaintop was filled with the miasma of smoke. Some of the disciples who were dressed in beast skins had fierce looks on their faces, and some of them even wore skulls and necklaces.

A tall, muscular man, his skin scarlet red, was riding a shiny, furry panther. He was in a hurry to rush to the top of the mountain in the center.

The disciples of He Shan Dao were a bit surprised. What had happened to the usually elusive Elder Hong? Why was he in such a hurry?

"Disciple Hong Changlei seeks an audience with the ancestor!"

A loud and clear voice resounded throughout the entire mountain. The man knelt in front of a cave as beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. He didn't bother to wipe them away.

"Cheetah, you're not young anymore. What has made you lose your composure like this?"

The dignified voice sounded, and a trace of dissatisfaction could be heard in it.

"Ancestor, the imperial army is coming!" Hong Chang Bao's voice was hoarse and his tone was urgent.

"Hahahaha, the imperial army is coming?"

As if he had heard a joke, a disdainful laugh came from inside the cave. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, not knowing how to continue.

Even without Hong Chang Bao's words, in the next moment, Li Jian's voice resounded through the sky, "He Shan Dao does not respect the imperial edict, and cannot be taught. The Saint Emperor was furious, and ordered me to lead troops to destroy He Shan Dao!

"Xuan Ce's son listened to the order. He Shan and his sect were cut off, and today, no one is to be spared!"

"Kill!" Kill! Kill! "

The three thousand Xiantian realm Xuan Ce Army's shouts shook the sky. The disciples of He Shan Dao were so scared that their faces turned white. Even the Jindan Stage Elders were frowning.

These three thousand soldiers were Li Jian's personal guards, many of them were the disciples that followed behind Li Jian during his time in the martial arts world, the rest were all talented martial artists.

Three thousand Xiantian realm martial artists were twisted into a single string. One could only imagine the momentum behind this; it was absolutely not something that an idle martial artist could compare with.

At the top of the mountain, the heavy stone door creaked open. It was as if Hong Chang Bao had found his main pillar as he asked, "Ancestor, what should we do now?"

The old ancestor looked down the mountain and after a moment of silence, he replied, "Zhang Bao, pack up and bring the elite disciples to escape."

As a cultivator of the Immortal Soul stage, how could he not sense the aura of the Centipede Essence? It was definitely not something he could contend against, not to mention the three thousand Xiantian soldiers.