Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4103 Your Highness Returns (9)

  If there was a national teacher in ancient times who offered strategies to seek the world, then the blood clan’s gu pavilion is equivalent to the national teacher from the king’s point of view.

In   Gang Pavilion dynasties, there is no sky, black robes, no one can see the true face of a wizard, only knowing that they are omnipotent.

  This is almost a place of faith enshrined by the blood race.

  In the eyes of thousands of people in the metropolis, the pavilion is a sacred belief.

  Now the blood guard is holding the outer layer, sealing the pavilion into a forbidden place.

In the   蛊 Pavilion, the two stood facing each other.

  The wind of late autumn is shady and cool, and your Royal Highness’s clothes are fluttering, hunting and hunting, silver-haired, **** pupils, cold-blooded and expensive.

  She said: "Long time no see."

The man standing on the opposite side has a black robe and a large hat covering his entire face. He is tall and thin. He can't see his face clearly. It always makes people think that he is looking in the direction of dyeing white, and smiles slightly: "Long time no see. "

  Black robe, mask, and pavilion.

The words    are easily associated with each other.

  Except for every highness of the blood clan, no one has seen what they look like.

  The black robe fell shadows, and the eyes hidden in the darkness stared at Dyeing white without blinking.

   Dyeing white casually scanned the internal structure of the pavilion: "The pavilion is still the same, as it was before."

  The rise and fall through the ages, good fortune and misfortune are impermanent.

  She was fascinated by this place when she was young, but she was looking forward to getting blood every month and seeing Legge.

   "His Royal Highness is different."

  Wu Yin slowly bends her knees, kneeling respectfully on the wide ground in front of the Fang Gu Pavilion, crossed her hands on her chest, and bowed the grand ceremony of the Gu Pavilion.

   "Four hundred and fifty-six generations of the Lord of the Tang Pavilion-See Your Highness."

   "Welcome your Royal Highness back, and lead the blood family forever!"

Ran Bai looked at him condescendingly, red as blood, unfathomable, smiled for a long while, but his voice was not very warm, even though he said, he didn't mean to help him up, "Kneel? What's the point of meeting old friends? in this way."

  "Old friend?" Wuyin's tone is weird and gentle, and there is always a sense of creepy, and the gloomy breath is the dark cloud that will never go away, "His Royal Highness has shown love, and Wuyin dare not be ashamed."

  Yanbai walked over step by step: "Really?"

  The black boots stopped in front of Wuyin, the blood-red dress was draped, hunting the wind, behind her was a large expanse of dusk, and the setting sun was like blood.

   "Don't dare to—" His Highness nodded and said calmly, "Then go to die."

  The dark blood silk ring is dozens of miles away, and the murderous intent is everywhere.

  She is calm and unpredictable.

  It's not like worshipping Wu in that year.

  Wu was introduced as a 457th-generation direct disciple of the Gu Pavilion. He was irritated by his master more than once for being paranoid and sick, but he didn't take it seriously, and became more vigorous until he was expelled from the Gu Pavilion. So what? He hasn't come back yet, he killed the master, and killed all his fellow students!

  He always believed that his existence was waiting for a real emperor.

  Yesze 4760 years, November, the first snow.

he knows,

  He waited.

  Fulfilled years of madness and waiting, he will surely let her fight the Six Realms and spread the world.

  She can't live up to his expectations, and can't be trapped in love.

  All lives should pave the way for her.

  Include him.

  This is an honor.

  What she cares about, who cares about her, will eventually die!

  When it is broken, it is broken, and it will be born after setting.

   Firmly and lonely walk towards the throne.

  Fate of Your Highness.

  "His Royal Highness is drunk to watch the rising and falling of the world, waking up the dead bones of thousands of people."

The chief   蛊 can't kneel down and give a big bow to the pavilion, which is a gesture of absolute surrender, looking up to dye white piously.

  In his life, he only kneels down to the emperor.

  "Guge is willing to do my best to assist you and help the blood race to thrive and have a long history."

   Dye Bai looked unpredictable: "What a dedicated one."

  Wu Yin stared at her for a long time in the quiet, the young girl with silver hair and red clothes, she was lonely and arrogantly pouring over the world, a lot changed, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were free and easy, and she smiled with affection.

  The cold wind blew his robe, and he couldn't bear it and coughed twice.

   "Those people used to be just a stumbling block on His Highness's road. It is their honour to die for His Highness, and it is not worthy of His Highness's sorrow."

   "The first time Wu Yin saw His Highness, he knew that the heavens of these six realms should have changed."

He coughed several times depressively as he spoke, swallowing the blood in his throat, hunting in black robe, looking a lot thinner, there was a rotten wood aura, lingering with a breath of death, as if the wind was blowing. fall.

   A faint smile appeared in his eyes, like nostalgia, like contentment, as if proud: "His Royal Highness was born with the bones of the emperor, and the network of hundreds of millions of planets in the gu pavilion is bright for you. This is a vision, and it is rare."

  "You should be cut off from seven passions and six desires. No matter who you are, it is not worth staying. You should go up, and that's where you belong."

  Ran Bai looked at the distant sky, and saw the vastness of the sky and the earth in his eyes, and the red dress was bulged by the wind, like a dark blade and cold light, and his voice was harsh.

   "The fate of this temple cannot tolerate you!"

  Wu Yin decided to look at her: "It was I who made you today! Without me! You are just an ordinary person, where there are more than 10,000 people today?!"

  The sky is almost dusk, the sky is gloomy, everything is groggy, and there is no reason to be a little bleak.

  蛊 Pavilion is magnificent, a sacred place for a thousand years.

  Two people stand and kneel.

  Ranbai dismissed it, and said calmly: "This emperor's fate, this hall has never asked for it."

  The Lord is crazy and extreme, born in darkness.

   has transformed her from an innocent and immature child into a cold-blooded highness.

  Her relatives, her friends, and her husband all died in the hands of the Lord!

  He let them die one by one, and he watched Ranbai desperately.

  He ruined Ranbai's life and made her unable to go back to the beginning.

  All this is just because of the fate of dyeing white.

  This damn, ridiculous fate!

  He wants Ranbai to be the next Wu Yin.

  Can be dyed white only white.

  She took a very different path from Wuyin.

   "Your Highness!"

  Wuyin has an ambition to tell her about the ancient strategy, and wants her to know that all of this is correct.

  Indifferent, the red-clothed blood race gently lifted the half button down, spit out two words: "Set fire."

  The command falls.

  Countless blood guards rushed into the gu pavilion in an instant, with the torch in their hand, they smashed the treasures to pieces and lit the fire!

  The fire light almost reflected half of the sky, and also tore Lord Gu's eyes.

   "Are you crazy?! Stop it! Stop it! Do you know who I am?! How dare you guys!!!"

  Wu Yin couldn't believe the scene before him, got up and ran to the blood guards like crazy, stopped them, and coughed up blood!

  Bloodguard sneered: "We only listen to orders from Your Highness."

  Wu Yin looked at Ranbai incredulously: "His Royal Highness! What are you doing?! The Tang Pavilion has been established for a long time, and the blood of the blood is here!!"

  Ranbai calmly said: "This blood clan, the main hall is the king's law."

  Neither light nor heavy sentence, very oppressive.

  Can't rebel.

  The dragon has fallen asleep, and shakes the mountains with a roar!

  He did it all by himself!

  Raise tigers and eat their own evil consequences!

Wuyin's eyes were red, and he slammed forward and pulled the blood guard's torch, and shouted fiercely: "You all retreat. Gu pavilion and I have been dead for thousands of years. If you want to destroy Gu pavilion, start with my corpse. Step on it!!"

   "The main hall is going to destroy this pavilion today, to pay tribute to all the unjust dead souls!"

  (End of this chapter)