The blood-red sky, a vast chasm, and a thousand-foot light source poured down, illuminating the entire Demon Palace.

The Temple of the Demon, the Golden Blue and Red Luan.

A black palace chair shaped like a crescent moon is inlaid with hundreds of blood-colored crystals.

Above it was a man lying on the slanting side. He was wearing a black feathered dress, along the outline of the hall chair, like flowing water, mopping the floor three feet. The red light was faintly mixed with a light smoke, like blood-colored gauze, gracefully covering the man's beauty, but it could not be hidden, and a deterrent that could not be ignored spreads here.

Next to him was a woman in red. Except for a beautiful and charming face, the rest seemed to be melting into the red light.

Under the hall, there was a man in a black cloak. Under the cloak, only a piece of black smoke emerged, and his appearance was completely invisible.

Through the red light, it was blurry, and the man raised his hand and sat up.

Qingyu Youran: "Has the prison sent someone to the prison?"

The man in the hall, with a thick voice mixed with several layers of metal reverb tones, could not hear the man and woman, and replied: "Report to Master You, the two of them were sent to the prison before, and I guess they should have already entered the game now."

The man stood up slowly, approached the person under the hall, and expressed his careless tone: "Chaos are the yearning for the seven realms, but I didn't expect that as soon as the news came out, she had already set off in the ghost realm. This action is really... how much do you want to leave this emperor's control?"

The man in black: "The legendary Gate of Chaos is in the Immortal Realm. According to what his subordinates see, the Deep Prison Ghost Mother should have done this to surprise Lord You. The ghost and demon have always been one for tens of thousands of years. She dare not have any disagreement towards Lord You."

"Okay." Smile, the man's gentle face was extremely evil against the backdrop of the black feathered clothes. "As you said, the ghost mother in the prison is for this emperor. As you are in charge of the demon world, should you do something?"

The faceless man in black raised his hands and bowed his body to make a bow gesture. "I have sent someone to cooperate. The ancient Chaos Extreme Ruins will definitely belong to my Demon Realm."

"No, no..." He raised his hand, and a slender jade finger swayed in the blood-red and dark light. The man's voice was so elegant that he sounded like a breeze, "Call back the people you sent."

"Why?" The black face under the cloak was raised, and the man in black was puzzled.

The man said: "The spiritual and demon realms have been together so peacefully for tens of thousands of years. Do you really think that the immortal world is incompetent?"

The implication is that, can you achieve success by the people you send?

The man in black naturally understood this meaning and replied: "I did not mean this. The sky is strange and cloudy, the old Taoist of Purple Sutra has passed away, and the immortal Tao has changed. Taking advantage of this chaotic extreme search, my demon realm has stepped on the fairy world..."

"It seems that you, Demon Lord, have not understood what this emperor means." The man interrupted the Demon Lord in Black and continued to ask, "If the Spirit Cultivation Fairy Realm was placed hundreds of years ago, when the Taoist of Purple Sutra passed away, it was really not a fear, but now with that person, do you think you are sure?"

That person?

The black-clothed demon trembled with a fog, "What is Master You talking about..."

"That's right!"

A rare moment of tacit understanding, the black-clothed demon lord was under his head, "What are the arrangements for Master Gu?"

"Since you know this person, you should be familiar with that place. However, when it comes to the fairy world, you should put it first. You are not the only one who wants to eat this piece of fat meat. Can you understand when fighting with the snipe and the clam?"

"I understand. I will do it myself about the Chaos Ruins." After saying that, the man in black hugged his hands and bowed again, turned around, and the cloak flew into the cloak.

After he took a few steps, the man in feathered clothes in the middle of the hall said again: "The two people sent by the prison should be restricted and made arrangements."

"yes!"

Absolutely executed, without any delay, the man in black, who was called the Demon Lord turned into a ball of black mist and drifted away.

There was suddenly no sound in the hall, and the blood-red light filled the air, a wisp, an inch, brushing across the man's charming face. The gentle smile before turned into a flat wave, with a calm and unconscious look on his face. He turned around, and the feathered clothes were fairy, raised a black down feather and flew all over the sky.

In this hall where there are only red and black, the air becomes a little dull for a moment.

The man walked towards the palace chair again, holding heavy steps, step by step, as if the black chair with crescent moon was a place he hated very much, but it also seemed to have some unwillingness, as if forcing him to approach.

"Master." The woman next to the hall chair moved, trying to walk towards the man.

The man raised his hand and stopped her.

Wei Qi thin lips seemed to sigh: "Yingluo, that half of the body has been separated for so long, I think it's no longer under my control!"

It was like talking to a good friend, and the man said, and had already arrived at the palace chair.

Yingluo frowned, what half of her body? What is uncontrollable? Actually, she doesn't know what the man said.

In my impression, her previous owner had never said such a thing, but since she came back from Mojia Village, she would inexplicably say a few words or two of them that she couldn't understand. Although she was confused about the owner's status, she finally chose to be a listener and did not ask why.

He helped the man sit back on the hall chair, Yingluo said gently, "If the master has any worries, you can talk to me."

The beautiful thin lips pursed slightly, and the man chuckled and said, "After waiting for so long, I finally sent her to him..."

It seems that it is really confiding, or it seems that it is self-deprecating.

Listening to these seemingly unrealistic words, Yingluo's frown slowly relaxed.

She still remembered that on the top of the back mountain in Mojia Village that day, the master mentioned her. At that time, Yingluo didn't know who she was, but in the later analysis and how much the owner cared about her "granddaughter" Yingqin, she probably knew that the person the owner had been waiting for for tens of millions of years, might be Qin'er. She would not explore the reason why the owner cared about Yingqin, but at this time the owner suddenly mentioned a "he" again?

Let her guess: "Is the master talking about the person he mentioned to the Demon Lord just now?"

Of course, this guess can be either hit or not. In her opinion, she doesn't need an answer. She just wants to help her master share his worries and continue: "This person should be the strongest person in the spiritual realm. If Yingluo is not wrong, he will probably be the spiritual master in the spiritual realm."

As soon as Yingluo said this, a cold light suddenly flashed in the man's chuckling face, which was originally as calm as water. Although it was fleeting, it was also taken into consideration by Yingluo. The man did not reply in time. She knew that the man had agreed, so she continued to guess.

"What the master cares about now is that because Qin'er was sent to the Immortal Sect by us, although she didn't know that she had a purpose. Even if the Spirit Lord of the Spirit Realm was not afraid of the Master, he was very capable of being the leader of the Spirit Realm. He might find out about Qin'er's affairs, which would be detrimental to Qin'er. In this way, the master asked the Demon Lord to go in person, probably not to solve the Chaos Extreme. It is probably the master's purpose to help Qin'er enter Chaos Extreme.

The Spiritual Lord Lingzun Tingluo had heard of it. She had not seen it with her own eyes and did not know about it. But when talking about this person here, it was indeed a troublesome person who could let the Demon Lord take action personally. Of course, she did not feel how smart she was. When scrutinizing the thoughts in her master, she also looked at the master's face and said carefully.

"That's right!" the man smiled and looked at Yingluo, "But you only guessed half of it."

Yingluo lowered his head modestly, and a very respectful smile on his soft face, "Please make it clear."

"Wuji God Realm, Chaos Extreme? What is this thing useful to me?"
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