Chapter: 6891

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"The third demon general, Mu Lunze, was at the peak of refining Xu fifty years ago."

"Fifty years have passed, who knows if he has become a fit state."

"Why did this scene alarm the Demon General Mu Lunze?"

I heard the exclamation of a few people who knew the situation in the crowd.

The man Wu Shengyuan also exhaled a long breath, and sighed: "That's why we know that the demons still value this place very much, and this battle will be difficult."

"Will the demons do it?" The old man was a little scared at this moment.

It feels like you want to leave this place.

"Probably not. There are only one hundred thousand demons. Even if there are three demon generals, it's nothing. I'm afraid there are still hidden demon generals. We human monks will not let the demons make mistakes. This time Wu Shengyuan is here. The two elders, the leader of Wanshan Palace is always Jin Chuan, and he is also very powerful. There are three elders in Huanfu, and there are many leading figures from the younger generation. Our human race is not weak, and there are tens of thousands of strange beasts. It is not difficult to kill one hundred thousand demons." The man gave him a dose of reassurance.

"But there are relatively few people who can enter the devil's lair. There are 10,000 demons, 10,000 alien beasts from the demon temple, and 10,000 human races. Our three sects have 3,000 people from each place, and the remaining 1,000 people will be negotiated by other forces." .”

"The news will be announced soon."

"I have to go back to the team, Second Uncle, be careful, you don't want to go into the Devil's Nest."

After speaking, the man glanced at Wu Shengyuan's team and left in a hurry.

"It seems that I underestimated the secret realm of the Devil's Nest this time." The old man smiled bitterly: "Three demon generals, and several famous elders from the human race."

"It seems to be a bit powerful." Zhang Mu touched the stubble on his chin, and his expression became serious.

"I won't go, I won't go." The old man shook his head: "There are ten thousand people in the human race, the three major sects have nine thousand, and the other sects only have one thousand. Let's choose."

Hearing these words, Mu Xue, Zhao Feng and others looked at each other.

In this case, it seems that after going in, the quota issue is also a problem to be solved.

The situation is almost understood.

Zhang Han sent a voice transmission to Yue Wuwei and said:

"I will enter the magic cave later, maybe I need your help."

"Ouch? Ouch?"

Yue Wuwei's expression moved slightly, his eyes sparkling.

It can be regarded as asking for me.

"Is there anything else that can stump you, Zhang Hanyang?"

"You are so powerful, you still need the old man's help?"

"Boy, help you depends on my mood, I'm not in a happy mood now, what should I do?"

He heard a series of sound transmissions from Yue Wuwei.

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth trembled.

Yue Wuwei glared angrily.