The Lord of the Palace of Destruction said.

"Yes, the palace master!"

Soulless said.

The Lord of the Palace of Destruction was still thinking about the comments he had made last night.

The reason why Wuhun asked him was to find out whether this rooftop was the Heavenly Court or the Divine Court, but now the Heavenly Court doesn't believe it at all. How is this possible?

…

The location of Luoshen City.

In the deep official residence.

An old figure stood still, his eyes gently staring at a piece of yellow paper in his hand.

The handwriting on the paper is clear, and all the comments from last night are clearly recorded on the paper.

The old man looked at him one by one, his face was silent.

Even though he saw his own criticism on it, he was still not moved at all.

a long time!

An invisible force surged out, burning the paper silently to pieces.

"The six kings are gone, and the world is collapsed..."

The old man Cang made a hoarse voice and sneered: "My life is up to me, not to heaven. Even if my energy is about to end, I will fight for it. Eight hundred years ago, someone concluded that I would not live for five hundred years, but I not only lived for five hundred years, but also lived until now. If you want to kill me, come on!"

"Master, something happened to the young master!"

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared behind him and bowed and said.

"explain!"

The old man said coldly.

"The young master's soul lamp is turned off, and the body is found in the Soul Broken Forest!"

The black shadow said.

"Who did it?"

"I still don't know!"

The black shadow said.

The old man Cang's eyes narrowed, and the cold light flashed, saying, "I'm optimistic about the mansion these two days, don't let anyone get in!"

“Yes, Master!”

The black shadow clasped his fists and disappeared again.
Chapter completed!