But the joy of removing the important generals of the enemy army echoed in their hearts for a long time at this moment.
At this time, Du Hengjiang brought tens of thousands of brothers and monks over.
He looked at Shen Jiacheng's body on the ground, and fell into a moment of thought.
"General Du, the enemy has been wiped out, shall we continue to attack?" a monk next to him asked.
"No, going forward is the defense line of the Demon Cult army. Our strength is too weak. If we go deep alone, I am afraid that we will encounter accidents!"
Du Hengjiang shook his head and said, but the surrounding monks didn't notice it, and there was joy in his eyes.
That's right, Du Hengjiang had guessed that these dead enemy monks might have something to do with Su Fan.
This means that Su Fan, who has been in retreat, finally finished his cultivation.
Du Hengjiang clenched his fists. He knew that after a long time, the final victory was finally coming.
With Su Fan's magical means of killing the enemy, it can definitely give the Nether Cult army a head-on blow.
"Hehe, I didn't think he was quite smart!"
When Du Hengjiang gathered the troops and returned to the city, Su Fan revealed an illusory outline from the air.
Seeing the people of Du Hengjiang leaving, Su Fan's transparent face smiled, and the shadow slowly disappeared into the air again.
The scene turned, when Su Fan reappeared, he had already fallen near a dark warship of the enemy army.
"The energy is not enough, come and fill the shells!"
"Sir, what should I do if there are not enough shells in the cabin? Do we want to ask for some more to use?"
At this time, a demon cult gunner hurriedly ran to the captain's control room in the center of the warship and reported loudly to a crosser inside.
The traverser was holding Erlang's legs and closing his eyes in the captain's control room.
The gunner’s sudden intrusion directly interrupted his retreat.
"How to ask? So many warships use cannonballs, and we are not the only ship in urgent need!"
The traverser glanced at the gunner unhappily, as if a little annoyed, he waved his hand and said, "Go and think of a way, don't disturb me to rest all day long. If there are no shells, if the ship next to you has a spare, Just borrow a little from the boat next door and use it!"
"but……"
The gunner wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted impatiently by the traverser: "Go and do what you have to do. If you are long-winded, don't let this master kick you out of the boat."
"I know the sir!"
The gunner's face was a bit ugly. This was the first time he had served a boss with such a bad attitude.
However, there is no way, who is the strength of the traverser, one of the few best combat powers in the Nether Cult?
There are only a thousand masters like this in the entire branch of the Nether Cult in the Soul Heaven Continent, and almost every traveler is a precious treasure of the Nether Cult.
The gunner walked out of the captain's room with a depressed look, and at this moment, a cold wind blew from outside the door.
"Hi, this wind is really evil!"
The gunner shuddered. He was very strange. His physique could withstand the cold of ordinary weather, but why was he chilled by a gust of wind.
He subconsciously raised his hand and lifted the collar to cover the cold, but he felt that his neck was still cold after lifting the collar.
The gunner wanted to rub his ears, but suddenly he realized that he couldn't touch his head.
Huh, where's my head?
The gunner looked up and saw that his headless body had fallen to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the gunner saw another stream of blood sprayed from the neck of the corpse.
The blood washed over the gunner's face, and his sight instantly turned red.
"You... are you Su Fan? No! Ah!"
Before the gunner's consciousness became blurred, he heard a scream from the traveler in the captain's room.
Then with a boom, another corpse fell to the ground.
As the line of sight gradually darkened, the gunner saw the distorted death of the traveler's face.
call out!
After killing the traversers who were in the town and this dark warship, Su Fan flew directly out of the hull.
He stared coldly at the constantly shining artillery, raised his arms, and then severely cut them down!
laugh!
A sword light tens of thousands of meters long spit out from his arm, directly cutting the entire dark warship in half!
boom!
The terrifying sword intent of destruction broke out, directly smashing the dark ship into pieces in mid-air!
The many demon monks on the boat screamed in panic.
But soon, these shouts are Xia Yizhi.
A circle of sword-shaped halos swayed away, directly strangling the Nether Cult cultivators scattered in the air into masses of blood mist.
"what happened?"
"Battleship 83 seems to have been attacked by the enemy?"
"Attacked by the enemy? What are you kidding about? Our enemies are all huddled in the city and dare not go out. How could they have the courage to come out and face us?"
Seeing that the battleship attacked by Su Fan disappeared into the sky, all the monks on the dark battleships of Nether Cult were shocked.
At this moment, in the very center surrounded by all the dark warships, there is a small wooden ship hanging in the air.
There is a small table in the center of the wooden boat, with two people sitting on the left and the right.
The person on the left was covered in black robe, with a black mask on his face, and his breath was calm and unrevealed. It was the Mingyi of the Netherworld Sect.
The other person on the right was covered in devilish energy, and he could only vaguely see that this person had a pair of beautiful eyes, like the sea of stars.
"Master Devil, it seems that Su Fan has already appeared!"
Ming Yi looked at the destroyed warship fragments in the distance, and his expression was extremely calm.
"Yes, one year has passed, and he should leave if he wants to come!"
The demon nodded, the magic mist on his face was blown away, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.
And if Su Fan was here, he would be able to recognize the identity of this Demon Venerable, it was You Yan.
Seeing You Yan showing his face, Ming was full of strange expressions for an instant: "Master Demon Lord, if you didn't identify yourself that day, I thought you were Su Fan!"
"Haha, Mingyi, you are the descendant of Pluto, there is no need to call me Lord Demon all the time, you are just like your ancestors, just call me the leader!"
A small smile appeared at the corner of You Yan's mouth. Back then, his men had two great guardians, one called You King and the other called Pluto.
The two Dharma kings led the 108 envoys of Nether Cult.
Among them, there are thirty-six emissaries under the seat of King You, and seventy-two emissaries under the seat of Pluto.
These one hundred and eight messengers were the most powerful masters in the Netherworld Sect except for the Dharma King and the master and deputy leader.
Regardless of the names of these messengers before, when they become messengers, all their previous names will be discarded, and numerical serial numbers will be used instead.
