Chapter 13847: The Demon Suppressor sends a message, the sea of demons is coming
In the sky, a huge warship was rushing towards them, accompanied by billowing smoke and thunderous roars.
The battleship was flashing with a cold light all over, and its hull was engraved with strange runes. As the runes flowed, it exuded a chilling aura, as if it was a chariot of death coming from the Nine Nether Hell.
On the battleship, stood a man in black.
The man's entire body was tightly wrapped in a thick black cloth, revealing only a pair of deep and cold eyes. Those eyes were like two cold pools, bottomless and revealing endless mystery and majesty.
His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and he exuded a powerful aura that was almost invisible, as if he had merged into one with the world.
"Demon Suppressor!" Someone in the crowd shouted first, with a hint of fear and awe in his voice.
"This man is the Demon Suppressor! That's right, it's him!" Everyone echoed, with looks of astonishment on their faces.
The Demon Suppressor, a mysterious and powerful being, lives on the border of the Dazhen Dynasty and is active in the mysterious and dangerous ruins.
They are responsible for monitoring the movements of the sea of demons and are the first line of defense against demon invasions.
On weekdays, their whereabouts are erratic, like ghosts, and they rarely appear in front of the world.
And now, he has come to the cathedral in Dazhen in person, which undoubtedly means that a huge crisis is about to come.
The warship slowly landed above the temple. The strong airflow caused the trees around the temple to fall down and sand and stones to fly.
The demon-suppressing envoy bowed slightly and performed an ancient and solemn ceremony. His voice was deep and powerful and spread throughout the hall: "The demon-suppressing envoy has issued an order. The demon army is approaching!"
"The demons are invading!" These four simple words were like a blockbuster bomb that instantly exploded in the hall.
Everyone was shocked, and the already tense atmosphere reached its peak in an instant.
Some elders felt their legs go weak and they almost collapsed to the ground; some disciples opened their eyes wide in horror and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang; some were even more frightened to the point that their faces turned as pale as paper and they were shaking all over.
Almost at the same time, in another mysterious place of the Dazhen Dynasty—the Feather Tribe.
The Feather Clan, a race with pure white wings who are good at flying and controlling the wind element, has always lived a peaceful life.
However, at this moment, the peace was broken.
A demon-suppressing envoy descended from the sky like a black lightning and landed steadily above the towering buildings of the Feather Clan.
The messenger flashed and instantly appeared in front of the leader of the Feather Clan.
The leader of the Feather Clan was dressed in a gorgeous white robe, and the pair of snow-white wings behind him were gently stretched out, emitting a soft light.
He was originally standing quietly in front of the clan's altar, closing his eyes in deep thought, and comprehending the laws of wind between heaven and earth.
Hearing the messenger's voice, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm and deep.
The messenger looked anxious, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't bother to wipe them off, and quickly knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "The demon-suppressing envoy has issued an order, the demon sea is invading!"
Upon hearing this, the expression of the Feather Clan leader instantly became solemn.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry and contemplation.
He knew very well that the strength of the sea of demons should not be underestimated. Every time a demon invaded, it meant that a brutal war was about to break out.
He paced slowly, his mind full of thoughts, thinking about how to deal with the situation.
And in the vast and mysterious waters of distant South Continent, the chief of the water tribe is immersed in deep cultivation.
The surrounding waves rolled up into the sky one after another, forming spectacular water curtains.
The chief of the water tribe sat cross-legged on a huge reef at the bottom of the water, emitting a faint blue light all around him, blending with the surrounding water elements, as if he was the master of this body of water.
At this moment, a black figure appeared in front of the water tribe leader like a ghost.
The person who came was the Demon Suppressor. He flashed and instantly came in front of the Water Tribe Chief. He knelt on one knee and saluted, saying, "The Demon Suppressor has issued an order. The Demon Sea is invading!"
The Water Tribe Chief's eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened. A sharp light flashed in his eyes for an instant, like lightning in a cold night, making people shudder.
He slowly stood up, and his aura suddenly changed. The originally calm waters seemed to sense his majesty and began to roll violently.
He just uttered three words coldly: "Got it." The voice was low and majestic, as if it contained endless power.
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Xuantian Temple!
Xuantian Temple, a Taoist holy place dedicated to practicing Taoist methods and exorcising demons, is always filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere on weekdays.
However, at this moment, the temple was filled with a tense and anxious atmosphere.
The door of the residence of the master of Xuantian Temple was smashed with a "bang bang" sound, and the sound seemed to smash the entire door into pieces.
The master of Xuantian Temple, who was practicing, was disturbed by the sudden noise and suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashed across them, and he shouted angrily, "Why are you knocking? I am practicing. Are you responsible if I go astray?"
"Master, something bad has happened. The Demon Suppressor has issued an order that the sea of demons is approaching. Let's be prepared!" The people outside had anxious faces and a hint of crying in their voices, as if a disaster was about to happen.
Upon hearing this, Master Xuantian Temple was shocked, and his anger was instantly replaced by worry.
He didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly got up and opened the door.
I saw a disciple standing outside the door, his face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were still shaking.
The master of Xuantian Temple, who originally had a trace of calmness on his face, suddenly changed his expression after hearing the anxious and somewhat fearful words of the disciples outside the door, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue.
His originally rosy cheeks turned pale in an instant, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, full of disbelief and deep worry.
"This is not a joke. Is this information really accurate? Why didn't I calculate it?" The voice of the master of Xuantian Temple was trembling. His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.
He has devoted his entire life to studying Taoism and has a lot of experience in calculating the secrets of heaven. He thinks he can see through some of the secrets. But now, the sea of demons has invaded with such a big force, and he has no idea it's happening. How can he not be terrified?
The person outside the door said hurriedly: "Master, you haven't calculated it. This news cannot be false. Didn't you say before that the Demon Sea would definitely attack again in ten years? Now, it seems that ten years have passed, and your prediction has come true."
As the disciple spoke, he carefully observed the master's expression, his heart filled with anxiety.
When the master of Xuantian Temple heard this, he was struck by lightning and stood there in shock. (End of this chapter)
