"Master Protector!"

Several figures that came first and the guards who were already guarding here all saw the rituals.

Then, one of the men solemnly said: "Sir, the devil's agitation had just happened to the place where the Holy Lord was in seclusion. I don't know why? The Holy Lord has not ordered him yet."

The middle-aged man nodded, stared at the secret room, and said in a deep voice: "I have seen it just now. Don't be impatient first and protect the Dharma of the Holy Lord."

"Yes." The demons immediately responded, obviously the middle-aged man had prestige in everyone's hearts.

When he became more vigilant, he heard the sound of the door of the secret room opening.

The demons were delighted, turned their heads and saw their extremely familiar figures coming out.

"See the Holy Lord!"

Without thinking too much, they immediately saluted.

"No gift." A calm voice sounded with a little majestic voice.

Among the demons, the middle-aged man in white and the two figures in the leader were stunned.

As he said, he accepted the gift and looked up, he was still a familiar figure, but there was a sense of majesty that had never been so strong before.

It seemed as if I had seen the ancestor saint, the six paths.

It seems that they have disappeared in just a few days, and their Holy Lord has grown up!

Become a true holy king.

These thoughts flashed through me and I didn’t think much about it. This is a good thing.

"Saint Lord, just now..." the middle-aged man said in confusion.

"Teacher Jing doesn't have to worry, it's just that this Saint Lord's swordsmanship has just been completed, causing some unusual movements." Gu Xuan controlled himself, only releasing some majestic aura, and said calmly.

Everything is gradual. He has become approachable and lacks majesty. He needs to change everyone's impression of him bit by bit.

When the middle-aged man heard his words, the middle-aged man reacted first, his expression changed slightly, and was shocked and full of excitement and joy.

"Holy Lord, you have already cultivated..." Jing Wuyuan's eyes widened and his emotions could not calm down.

In the Yinyue Dynasty, there are too few things that can make Jing Wuyuan's emotional ups and downs.

But the thing he guessed was definitely one of them.

Then, the demons next to them seemed to understand something, and their expressions immediately became more excited, looking forward and excited, their eyes widened to the greatest extent, and they looked at Gu Xuan tightly.

Gu Xuan's face remained unchanged, and he nodded calmly and said, "The sword technique of killing the sky is completed."

Suddenly, a look of ecstasy appeared and everyone immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord, congratulations to the Holy Lord!"

The neat voice is mixed with too many emotions, excitement, reverence, surrender, and loyalty.

Gu Xuan's heart was slightly relaxed, and his loyalty was most valued by him.

In this world, they are his first reliable team.

He reached out and held his hand: "Get up."

The demons stood up, and the always calm Jing Wuyuan couldn't help but say: "Saint Lord, you are only seventeen years old, and you have already practiced the highest unique skill of my Yinyue Dynasty, and the skill of killing the sky and drawing swords.

It is the demon god who blesses my Yinyue Dynasty!”

"Yes! Holy Lord, this is a sign of the prosperity of my Yinyue Dynasty! After enduring for seventeen years, we finally have the opportunity to enter the world again!" The four sages of the Demon Palace said excitedly.

"Yes, with the Holy Lord here, I will definitely let my Yinyue Dynasty unify the world!" The four sages of the Demon Palace hungry ghosts said excitedly.

They couldn't help but be so excited. The technique of killing the sky and drawing swords was the supreme skill of the Yinyue Dynasty, and the Yixi sword was a symbol of the Yinyue Holy Lord.

In the past, the seventh night was too young. Although he had the name of a saint, he had no reality as a saint, and he could not suppress the demons of the Yinyue Dynasty.

Fortunately, there was the Queen Mother Yin Yue, but the Mirror was not able to be the one who was supported by the Four Sages of the Demon Palace. Seventeen years ago, the Xuanyin Demon Sect was closed and separated from the human world, so that the Yin Yue Dynasty was maintained.

But then many demons left the Yinyue Dynasty.

Now, the cultivation of the sword technique of killing the sky is the best proof of the Yinyue Holy Lord, proving that Qiye has basically become a qualified Yinyue Holy Lord.

The Yinyue Dynasty, after waiting for seventeen years and enduring for seventeen years, finally had a true saint king and master.

How could they be unhappy and excited when they are loyal to the Yinyue Dynasty?

Gu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, calmly with a domineering aura.

Jing Wuyuan and others watched, and were excited and felt that the Holy Lord had grown up!

"Teacher Jing, evil dragon, hungry ghost, send the order. One month later, this saint will have a great banquet for the demons and celebrate together." Gu Xuan ordered.

Jing Wuyuan was a little surprised. In his impression, Qiye was not the one who would do such a thing.

But after a change of thought, I understood a little.

Holy Lord, I've really grown up!

Immediately tribute to the evil dragon and the two demons, "Yes."

"Well, let's go down first. I will be in seclusion for another month." Gu Xuan waved.

"Yes." The demons responded in unison, without any objection.

It is normal for the first time to cut the sky and draw the sword technique, to seize the time and be more familiar with it.

Gu Xuan re-entered the secret room, the door of the secret room was closed, and the guards performed their duties, and the three demons left together without the fate of the mirror.

"Evil dragon, hungry ghost, you will immediately practice the Holy Lord into the sword-killing technique of killing the sky and drawing the sword. It will spread it. You must let the entire dynasty know." After walking for a while, there was still a joyful look in Jing Wuyuan's eyes, and he said seriously.

When the evil dragon and the hungry ghost heard it, they understood the meaning and nodded.

"Mr. Jing, please rest assured. We will do it immediately. Within one day, we will spread this great joy throughout the dynasty." The evil dragon said with a smile.

"Yes, our Yinyue Dynasty has been suppressing it for seventeen years, and we can finally breathe a sigh of relief. We should make everyone happy.

It won’t take long before the Holy Lord will lead us to reappear on earth, so that the Xuanxin Master and those righteous people will pay the price.” The hungry ghost said firmly.

The evil dragon nodded, and the Mirror Wuyuan's eyes were not easy to detect. He didn't say much, but just sighed lightly in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a hint of worry.

After seventeen years of depression, the more outstanding Qiye is, the more excited the whole Demon Palace will become. Perhaps, this is not a good thing.

But he didn't think much about it, he believed Qiye.

In a blink of an eye, the huge Yinyue Dynasty began to get restless and hot, and the excitement and excitement swept away quickly.

"I heard that? The Holy Lord has practiced the technique of killing the sky and drawing swordsmanship!"

"Of course I heard that the Holy Lord has become the real Holy Lord of our Yinyue Dynasty! And how old is the Holy Lord? He has already practiced the technique of killing the sky and drawing swords! It won't take long to lead our Yinyue Dynasty to the earth and sweep across the right path."

"Yes, in time, the Holy Lord will definitely be invincible. At that time, my Yinyue Dynasty will definitely be far superior to all dynasties and sweep away invincible."

"The talent of the Holy Lord is indeed unprecedented. Even in the six realms, no one can compare with it."

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All kinds of ecstatic and exciting discussions surged, and the cohesion of the Yinyue Dynasty increased a little. The name of the Seven Nights Saint King really entered their hearts and occupied a high position.

Another core palace in Yinyue Palace.

The rich demonic aura was filled with it, and the palace maids were obviously more than other places, and the atmosphere was quite dark.

At the deepest point, a huge ancient tree was rooted on the stone bed. A woman in a gorgeous green dress had a beautiful face and was lying on the stone bed, as if she was relying on the ancient tree.

In front of him, a cute woman in a white dress, pure as snow, looking soft and weak, was talking with excitement and rosy.

After a few words, the woman lying on the stone bed, her eyes slightly closed and her face was calm, opened her eyes immediately, and her beautiful face was filled with excitement. She sat up and stared at the innocent and cute woman.

"You said the Holy Lord has practiced the sword technique of killing the sky?"

The tone contained various emotions, coupled with the power of being arrogant all year round, the cute woman nodded and looked down and said respectfully: "Report to the Queen Mother, it is precisely because the Holy Lord has practiced the technique of killing the sky and drawing swords, and the entire Demon Palace has begun to spread."

The Queen Mother Yin Yue was on the stone bed. After hearing this, her face turned excited and happy, and then turned into expectations. In the end, only hatred was left.

"Okay, go down."

Suppress your emotions and wave it casually.

"Yes, Xiaoxue took her leave." The cute woman politely said.

When there was no one else around, Queen Mother Yinyue couldn't help but laughed out loud: "Hahaha, okay, Qiye's talent is so high that it surpasses the holy kings of all generations. It won't take long for me to take revenge.

Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, Xuanxin Authentic, you can wait for me."

"Qiye is so talented! Is this really a good thing?"

Suddenly, a voice with a little weird sound rang out from somewhere.

Queen Mother Yin Yue's expression changed and she said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"He is not your son." The voice burst out again and he chuckled.

Empress Dowager Yin Yue's face appeared in a crazy look and shouted coldly: "No, he is my son, I have raised him for seventeen years."
To be continued...