Stunning beauty

late at night.

Far away in the Western Regions, in the Temple of Heavenly Mandate guarded by many halls, the scholar sat on a high sacred throne, quietly looking towards the east, without saying a word.

"Hall Master has been watching for a long time, what exactly are you looking at?"

Outside the hall, the Archbishop of Qi Prison glanced back at the temple behind him and asked in puzzlement.

"I don't know."

On the side, Mu Shouzhi, the commander of the silver-armored cavalry, shook his head lightly, and replied, "The lord has the ability to know the world, and can see things that we can't see. Perhaps, something big is happening in the east."

"The only thing that can make the Palace Master care about is that big merchant."

Qi Prison's eyes narrowed slightly, and he guessed, "Could it be that something earth-shattering happened in the Great Shang Dynasty?"

"archbishop!"

While the two were talking, a temple guard hurried over with a look of anxiety on his face.

"what's up?"

Seeing the guards hurriedly approaching in front of him, Qi Prison frowned slightly and asked.

"Archbishop, the Son of God has gone to Wanmo Ridge." The guard of the temple who delivered the letter said anxiously.

"Myriad Demon Ridge?"

When Mu Shouzhi and Qi Prison heard this name, their expressions changed.

How could the Son of God go there?

After a brief shock, Qi Prison came back to his senses, and immediately turned around and walked towards the temple behind.

This matter must be told to the Palace Master.

Wanmo Ridge is a forbidden place where ten deaths and no life are allowed. If the Son of God enters there, there is no possibility of returning.

"Yan Xiaoyu went to Wanmo Ridge?"

In the temple, Fu Jinglun had a strange look on his face after hearing the report from the archbishop in red. After a while, he nodded and replied, "Understood, let's go down."

"Hallmaster."

Seeing that the Palace Master didn't make any statement, Qi Prison looked slightly condensed, and reminded, "Aren't you going to send someone to stop it?"

"No need."

On the throne, Fu Jinglun said indifferently, "He made his own choice and bears the consequences himself. He is lucky to live, and his fate is to die. Let's go down."

Upon hearing this, the Archbishop of Prison's face changed again and again, but he didn't dare to say any more, he saluted respectfully, and said in command, "Yes!"

After a salute, Qi Prison turned and left, and the moment he left the hall, his eyes narrowed.

The Son of God will most likely never come back after leaving. Perhaps, the Palace Master has long since thought of changing his heir.

In the temple, after Qi Prison left, Fu Jinglun calmed down and looked towards the Central Plains again.

That breath is getting stronger and stronger, can you take the last half step?

He also wanted to see what was in that palace.

The scholar looked east, watching the time of the shocking battle in the Great Shang Palace.

In an unknown place, in front of Wanmo Ridge, Yan Xiaoyu, dressed in a blood-stained robe, walked forward. The God Son of the Temple of Heaven, who used to be under one person and above ten thousand people, now looks quite embarrassed.

Blood stains were faintly visible on the moon-white divine robe, which couldn't be washed off. Moreover, because her cultivation base was abolished, Yan Xiaoyu's face looked abnormally pale, with almost no blood visible.

Only the high crown on the head tied the long hair, which was very neat, obviously, it had been carefully tidied up.

Yan Xiaoyu has always been very concerned about her appearance. As the son of the God of Light, she must clean up as much as possible at all times.

In the middle of the night, in the Wanmo Ridge, there was a cloudy air, and the silence was a little creepy.

Before the entrance, Yan Xiaoyu stopped and looked at the Jedi in front of him with a very calm expression.

Has made a decision, fear, but not so much.

Standing still for a while, Yan Xiaoyu tidied up her clothes and hair crown, and then walked into it step by step.

The cold wind blew, and the blood-stained robes rattled. In the same life, as the son of the light god, how could he be willing to lose to others.

Even if you sacrifice your life for this, you have to fight for a chance to compete with the heroes of the world.

In the cold wind, Yan Xiaoyu's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the night, and entered the legendary Jedi on earth, Wanmo Ridge.

Almost at the same time, in the world of ice and snow in the polar night world, under the frozen lake set up by the water mirror, the cries of children resounded again.

The God of Light, who has been sealed here for more than a thousand years by the goddesses of the demon race, has been looking for a way out of trouble all the time for thousands of years. In this life, the extreme night is approaching, and the world urgently needs light.

The coming of the God of Light seems to have been expected by all.

In the abyss, the image of the monster exudes a frightening oppressive force. In the blood pool below, the eyes of the children who have grown up a lot exude a breathtaking aura. One is as dark as the abyss, and the other is as bright as the scorching sun.

"Bring that Destiny Child as soon as possible!"

At this moment, between heaven and earth, an ancient voice sounded, commanding.

"Yes, my lord."

In the extreme north world, where the demon clan is located, a powerful figure bowed respectfully and said in command.

The situation in Kyushu is about to change, and the battle between the Great Merchant Palace and the Rakshasa is in full swing.

Tao Yaoyao pierced through the chest of a man in black with a sword, and the black blood stained the night sky.

"boom!"

At the same time, the palm of another man in black came through the air and slapped Tao Yaoyao's left shoulder heavily.

Immediately, there was a sound of shattering shoulder bones, and Tao Yaoyao retreated a few steps, and a pool of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

In the cold wind, the man in black, whose chest was pierced by the long sword, fell silently, his breath gradually dissipating.

Ten steps away, Tao Yaoyao received a hard palm, and her left arm was also unable to hang down. It was the first serious injury since the war.

Facing two masters of the Void Flower Realm, who are as strong as Rakshasa, it is impossible to be unscathed.

Exchanging injuries for lives is the best result.

In front of Shou'an Hall, Emperor Shang's expression became more gloomy when he saw this scene.

"King Rakshasa."

At this moment, outside the battle situation, the three-foot sword that had been severely injured by the first prince barely suppressed the injuries in his body, looked at the woman in front of him, raised the sword and entered the battle situation again.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light pierced through the air, threatening his life ruthlessly.

Feeling this, Tao Yaoyao waved her sword, and with a loud bang, she forcibly blocked the attack of the three-foot sword.

The two swords clashed, the moves were fierce, and the style was ruthless.

Not far away, another black-clothed man passed by, his heavy palms were like waves, and he joined hands with the three-foot sword to fight against the white-haired Rakshasa.

Tao Yaoyao is one against two, with one sword, her murderous aura shocks the sky, her brave fighting spirit is so dazzling in this dark night.

"His Majesty!"

When the battle between the three of them reached a fever pitch, Zhuang Shisan, the commander of the imperial army, finally arrived at the rear. Without any hesitation, he drew his sword and rushed forward.

"Get out!"

When the third person entered the battle, Tao Yaoyao's eyes were full of murderous intent, she shouted angrily, her whole body's true energy was raised to the limit, she slashed with a sword, and the violent fierce power erupted, directly knocking out all three of them.

"Uh!"

Under the terrifying impact, the corners of the mouths of the three of them all vomited red. Three against one, they fell into a disadvantage.

The next moment, the illusory Dao flower in the sky above Tao Yaoyao began to solidify little by little. Although it was not obvious, it was indeed happening.

In the palace, the strong people from all sides felt it, and all looked over, with shock in their expressions.

False flowers condense!

King Rakshasa, are you going to enter the Six Realms?