The generation, of course, is the vocabulary of the time.

It was too difficult to explain, and there was no popular science barrage, so Zhao Chengcheng couldn't do it, so he prevaricated: "It's the first generation of demon lords, I saw him in my dreams." ”

"He's been dead for a long time." The first generation of Demon Monarch Yun Li has never fought against him.

Even just found the traces of the first generation of demon lords from ancient books, and it has not been recorded what god he originally fell from, and the ancient books can find the words after becoming the demon lord.

"It's worth restoring the factory, the person I saw in my dream means that he has fought with someone from another world, isn't it the first generation of demon lords?" Zhao Chengcheng asked, she thought it was.

Wan Li himself didn't know, the records were confused, except for the Tao Shengzi Society's exhaustive sorting out of ancient books, there was really no one in the heavenly realm who went back to read the Book of Heaven.

He glanced at the barrier, then retracted his gaze to his daughter-in-law, and the battle was imminent, but he still obeyed her wishes, casting a spell and piercing the barrier above the canyon.

Ten thousand swords took off and rushed to the barrier one after another.

The tip of the sword collided with the barrier, and a golden backlight appeared in the direction of the blade.

There were more and more crack-like marks on the barrier, and she thought that she could make a meritorious service in front of her daughter-in-law, but just when many heavenly soldiers and generals were ready to cheer, the four-petal flowers in the canyon quickly bloomed, and one by one, like Nuwa's stones mending the sky, filled the cracks, and the cracks healed immediately after absorbing the petals.

Jian Li frowned, and immediately increased.

When you ascend, the petals in the canyon are like crystal balls being shaken, filling the entire hemispherical space.

It is densely packed, and it directly obscures the line of sight, which can be said to cover the sky and the sun.

The speed of the destruction of the people's flying flower array can't keep up with the progress of the repair.

Life is pressed down.

At this time, Zhao Chengcheng had no intention of watching, she pulled out the rattan whip: "Do you see a generation of eyes?" ”

"It's too much to see, it's felt, it's demonic." The man replied, he is the kind of existence that will not mess up his hair a little when fighting, maybe in the Xiuxian text, Feng has passed the stylist certificate.

Qi Li's eyes stared intently ahead, Zhao Chengcheng was a little short-sighted, and he couldn't see where he was looking, but he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a vague human figure in the petals of a screen.

"Do you want me to whip it out?" She didn't want to help, so she asked before she helped.

The man next to him shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to: "He hasn't shown up yet, and you will throw it off after waiting for someone to show up, and you will be surprised." ”

"Okay." Since Wan Li said this, Zhao Chengcheng was ready.

When she held the rattan whip, she clearly felt the changes in the rattan whip, which seemed to echo with the petals in front of her, and the four-petal flowers on the rattan whip were also blooming and withering at great speed, and the petals were like small tadpoles looking for their mother to pull out a chain-like thing in the direction of the barrier.

Does this count as exposing his target, Zhao Chengcheng just wanted to ask Wan Li, and the person in the barrier finally showed his human form.

As seen in the dream, his body is very young, a purple robe hangs on his body, and the length directly covers his feet, but there is no specific irrelevance on his face, and his mouth, nose, eyes, ears and ears will change positions between breaths, so that people's eyes can't keep up with the speed of the displacement of facial features.

Seeing such a look, Wan Li also gasped, and hurriedly protected Zhao Chengcheng behind him: "Is he the first generation of demon lords?" ”

"Yes, that's what I see in my dreams."

"Why did he come into your dreams?" Zhao Chengcheng himself didn't know about the problem.

She didn't answer, but asked another question and looked away: "Do you say that the first generation of demon lords will summon the heroes of the demon world to come over." Zhao Chengcheng has never fought in a group: "He can't fight alone." ”

There is a saying that describes a proverb, and that is the crow's mouth.

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a thick demonic aura wafted from afar, what is the taste of demonic energy, it is the opposite direction of the fragrance of fairy qi, a very indescribable cold and pungent taste.

Indescribable taste.

The heavenly soldiers and generals who were pounding the wall below also noticed something abnormal, and quickly returned to the defense one by one, seeing that the speed at which the black pressed a large piece of something visible to the naked eye became clear.

The vanguard from the Demon Realm was a group of beasts, grinning at the place where Zhao Chengcheng was.

The sound was huge, and the sound became more and more harsh from far to near.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Chengcheng's hearing was sealed, her eardrums would not be able to withstand the other party's sonic attack: "Wan Li, He Lu and Jiang Iris!" The woman, whose ears were protected by men, saw the figures of these two men standing side by side behind the beasts.

Isn't Helu in the four waters unified, how can it appear here?

Summoned with teleportation?

Isn't the strength of the generation of goals a bit unexpected?!

The woman who was muttering in her heart subconsciously clenched the rattan whip in her hand, and the heavenly soldiers and generals on the side also set up a formation to prepare for battle, and in terms of the area spread out in her sight, the number of people and horses in the heavenly realm was more than half less than that in the demon realm.

Both sides are not on the same order of magnitude in number.

How much to win with less, there are very few in history.

Facing the helpers summoned by a generation, Zhao Chengcheng quietly asked the waiting Yan Li: "Is this a tough battle?" ”

"If you have anything, you can run with the crane, don't fall in love, and don't take care of me." The man's broad shoulders blocked Zhao Chengcheng's whole person, and he didn't look back, which was enough to show the severity of the next battle.

The hand covered the man's back, and the woman felt the tightness of the muscles under his clothes, what could she do, fighting side by side, it would be too much to look up to her, Zhao Chengcheng had only fought with people.

Self-protection let Wan Li face it alone, she ran away with Yuan Dan, this can't be done, people saved themselves with their lives, and when the matter comes, put the dog man down, this kind of thing can be tried when the two have no substantive connection in the past.

Zhao Chengcheng did not doubt Wan Li's determination to let her live secretly.

It's just not necessary to actually do it.

And the generation seems to have something to say to Zhao Chengcheng, maybe it is a trap, but she also wants to face it once: "What to run, husband and wife are one." ”

"I'm very satisfied if you can say that, daughter-in-law, I hope ......"

Zhao Chengcheng ruthlessly interrupted Yun Li's words: "Remember my words, don't be blind if you can do it, the supporting role will die of being too talkative." "She warned her before she went out, and it's a spoiler, why is this man still so verbose.

"Prepare for battle!" She patted him on the back.

Jiang Yuan and He Lu, who were neck and neck, went to the other side of the canyon and came face to face with the iron horsemen of the heavenly realm.

The atmosphere on both sides was tense, and even if he couldn't hear the roar of the demon beasts, Zhao Chengcheng could feel a sense of urgency as he stared at their open mouths.

My heart suddenly felt overwhelmed by an invisible force.

Knock knock, knock knock.

The war drums of the iron cavalry beat, this is the drum of morale before the start of the war.

How many people's heartbeats followed the war drums, Zhao Chengcheng was standing on the front line for the first time to listen, and there was a world of difference from the past feeling across the screen, she didn't respond as she imagined when she was in battle, and the sweat in her palms didn't stop at all after it came out.