Can't stand it?

Just kidding, although the millions of demon clans were slaughtered by Zhaoyue Fuxiqin's previous song, until the demon clan surrendered, the Heavenly Clan lost 300,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and the Feather Clan also lost 100,000. Even if the remaining troops of the Feather Clan are included now, if it is not for the help of other clans, it is absolutely impossible to resist the Demon King's declaration of war.

"Fortunately, the Heavenly Clan still has time. Even if the demon clan is really successful, it will not start the war immediately." After Zhao Yue said that, she stood up and breathed a deep breath.

The demon clan really sneaked into Kunlun Palace under her nose without knowing it. Compared to Fusang's current dilemma of uncertain future, Zhaoyue was not much better than her at this time.

In the original play, as the chess pieces gradually came into view on the chessboard, Zhao Yue felt that at first she just wanted to change Fusang's idea, and she seemed a little naive.

It’s not that I feel a little regretful now, but that the current dilemma of the Nine Heavens and her dilemma are closely related to the demon clan. No matter what Fusang did, if the Demon Emperor came to the world at this time, except for Fusang, who was tied to a marriage contract with Yun Surou, he had the power to quickly gather the coalition forces to resist the demon clan, even if it was a drop in the bucket, it would be better than forcibly abolishing Fusang, so that Zuo Hang, who has not yet been recognized by the old ministers and has a minor successor, would be much better at risk of being completely destroyed.

After all, Zhaoyue herself understood that after giving Fuchen the forehead blood that had her own cultivation of 100,000 years, she would never move the spiritual power she could save.

Until the last step of the fall of the world, she would never easily play the ancient qin language that has the power to destroy blood, which can disintegrate bloodlines and deny its existence.

Her remaining 200,000 years of cultivation still need to be used on Fu Chen's clay body that had not yet transformed.

At this time, she and Fusang were really helpless. The two people who were incompatible with each other actually had the idea of ​​joining forces for the first time.

Fu Chen stood there coldly, looking at everything in front of him, always silent, but his eyes were sharp and terrifying.

The big reason he did not step into this ice cave was because the moment the gate opened, he had already noticed the remaining demonic aura here. But he could not find the pure Yuan Immortal body that should have been lying quietly here with the seven-star dagger inserted into it.

Fu Chen searched for a long time, but he didn't see the dagger in the entire ice cave. Combined with the footprints that Zhaoyue had just found, he guessed most of the time that Huang Quan met.

He looked at Zhao Yue's back and knew everything she was thinking. He even thought that the idea that she had wanted to change Fusang was not so suitable at this moment.

Compared to replacing Fusang, it is more important to find out who can create such an underground ice cave, who can make such a seal of the Five Elements, and who has Huangquan encountered here, where did the dagger go, and whether the demon clan can resurrect Ye Xiang in other ways without his immortal body.

The sky is getting late, and the sky is covered with blood red of the setting sun. You can already see the light of stars in the sky. A crescent moon poked out, hiding in a corner of the blood-red sky, peeking at the land of the vast black soil. The forest is deep and the soil is black, and the mountains are steep. After the Balak River goes south, it is a piece of tribe land that the demon tribe has opened its territory to capture, and it is called Buluyuan.

In the northwest of the imperial city, in a very grand and heavily guarded courtyard, Xiang Zhiming and Liang Sisi sat upright, looking at Xiang Yulin with his hands in front of him, leaning on the doorpost with anger.

"I have to do it all, but I didn't expect the ghost clan to get in." He was very dissatisfied and snorted coldly, "It's also resolute. I didn't say anything, and I burned it to ashes in a fire."

Liang Sisi listened to his complaint and laughed dryly: "Ququ Ghost Clan, but the Demon Clan does not defeat the magic, scares you to this look, and returns to the general's mansion in a miserable way, saying that he will lose his airs."

"Ququ Ghost Clan?" Xiang Yulin glanced at him. It was indeed a woman's heart, very shallow. He turned around and walked into the hall, walked by Xiang Zhiming, sat on the chair in the middle of the house, raised his leg and leaned there, "That is the Emperor of the Underworld who killed the Demon Emperor in the Battle of the Wasteland, and his dark red shirt that slowly bloomed on the other side of the shore will never be forgotten in this life."

After hearing what he said, Liang Sisi recalled in her mind, remembering the person who replaced the prince of the Heavenly Clan, Fu Chen, a hundred years ago, and fought with the Demon Emperor, who was indistinguishable from the dark red black cloud pattern, and would have a bright red red red shore flower shirt. She took a breath.

"Hmph, the immortal body is right in front of me. I took a step away, but not only did I not bring back the immortal body, but I couldn't even take it back. It was really angering me." He leaned there and raised his hand to rub his forehead, his eyes closed slightly, and his words were full of displeasure.

"Those are not important, just come back safely." Xiang Zhiming raised his hand and patted his thighs, thinking for a while, "Don't go out soon. I'll release a few more spies to explore the movements of the Moon Ghost Clan, and then discuss the next plan."

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yulin suddenly raised his hand and glanced at Xiang Zhiming's eyes: "No."

He straightened up, sat there with a big golden sword, and knocked on the chair handle: "This time I didn't find anything. I learned two major events from the Emperor of the Underworld. The first thing was that the Lord of Xuanyuan Sword is someone else, and the second thing was that the real owner of the Xuanyuan Sword, the ancient emperor, is back."

Xiang Yulin spoke a little slowly. As he spoke, Xiang Zhiming's face was condensed, watching him turn from calm to full of doubt.

Sure enough, the general of this demon clan had never heard of the ancient emperor.

He took a deep breath towards Yulin: "I have never heard of this person before, but I know that if the Xuanyuan Sword reappears in the world, it may be unfavorable to our plan, let alone the so-called Xuanyuan Sword Lord."

"I'll send someone to investigate now." Xiang Zhiming nodded and read the four words "The Ancient Emperor" twice.

"With the feast of the eight directions, I will also inform her to pay attention to the news about this ancient emperor." Liang Sisi frowned and looked at Xiang Yulin sitting there.

"Collecting information is secondary, and bringing the child back is the top priority." Xiang Yulin's right thumb and index finger twisted each other several times, took a deep breath, "Before you figure out who this person is, let go of everything else."

After saying that, General Xiang Zhiming and his first wife Liang Sisi stood up, bowed to Xiang Yulin, and claimed that he was, and then slowly retreated.

He watched them gradually leave and took a deep breath.

Because Zhao Yue's string plucking in the Battle of the Wastelands greatly damaged the entire demon clan's imperial vein. The prince who was deposed six hundred years ago because he was unable to bring back the prince to the immortal body of Chen, now became the only surviving existence in the imperial vein.

As the son of the general, he avoided the world's gaze and secretly brought the entire demon clan to rest and recuperate.

The revenge of the millions of demon soldiers in the Battle of the Wasteland lingered in his heart like a nightmare. He must avenge this deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood.
Chapter completed!