Ex-wife villain

In the inn, Qu Hongling, who sensed the powerful fluctuations of demonic energy, came to Shen Shengyuan's room anxiously. Seeing that he was still in the room, the girl's tense heartstrings relaxed.

"Uncle Shen, there seems to be a very powerful evil spirit over there in the palace."

Qu Hongling looked solemn, "Will other masters from the demon clan come?"

At this time, Shen Shengyuan still could not calm down his emotions, his eyes were fixed on the position of the palace, and his heart was surging like a wave of terror.

Perhaps because he was too excited and lost his sense of control, Shen Shengyuan's voice even trembled slightly when he spoke, "It's the Demon Lord!"

"what?"

"It's the Demon Lord! It's the Demon Lord!"

"Master Demon Lord?"

Qu Hongling was at a loss at first, and then a look of shock gradually appeared in the girl's ice-carved eyes, her face full of bewilderment.

How many demon lords are there in this world?

Only one!

That was the former first master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the ruthless character who unified the demon clan.

Back then, at Queyue Peak, he killed six immortal immortals with one person's power, overwhelming the three heavenly beings.

And changed Queyue Peak to Immortal Killing Peak.

Leave behind the domineering words "I am a demon, and there will be no immortals in the sky from now on".

It is a pity that such a powerful figure who was worshiped as a god by everyone in the demon clan eventually fell and failed to achieve the feat of swallowing up the Central Plains and making the demons in the world the rightful master of heaven and earth.

After the death of the Demon Lord, the Demon Clan went from prosperity to decline, with internal strife and foreign troubles arising everywhere.

As the evil spirit becomes thinner and thinner, there will be no more evil spirits in the world until the evil spirit revives.

Qu Hongling said blankly: "The Demon Lord...isn't he dead?"

"Yes, she is indeed dead."

Looking at the confused girl, Shen Shengyuan, who knew the inside story, said slowly, "Has Grandma Qiu told you how the Demon Lord died back then?"

Qu Hongling shook his little head.

Shen Shengyuan said: "The Demon Lord died in Shuiyue Mengjing."

"The Zhuge family's Shuiyue Dream Mirror!?"

Qu Hongling's big apricot eyes widened.

She knew a little about the Zhuge family.

It is said that the ancestors of the Zhuge family were proficient in astrology and had magical powers to discern heavenly secrets.

He can discern the sky with his keen eye, his hexagrams are unparalleled, he can predict everything, he can hold the world in his palm, and he can control and predict the development of things at will.

The Zhuge family has been famous for their divination skills for generations.

The now famous Zhuge Xuanji is the ninth generation descendant of the Zhuge family.

It is rumored that the Zhuge family has two major artifacts, one is the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts, and the other is the Water Moon Dream Mirror.

Among them, the Water Moon Dream Mirror is the most magical.

It is said that if you obtain this object, you will have the ability to foresee the future in your dreams and see the future.

"The world only knows that those who have a dream mirror can predict the future, but they don't know that this thing is a great disaster. People who have obtained it have never had a good ending."

Shen Shengyuan said in a deep voice, "The fourth generation leader of Zhenxuan Mountain died in the Shuiyue Dream Mirror. The famous Elder Qianshi of Huoyun Mountain went crazy because of the Shuiyue Dream Mirror. There was also the fifth head of the Xuanji Sword Sect, including Li Guanshi. All the masters and uncles died in Shuiyue Mengjing! Even our Demon Lord is no exception."

Qu Hongling was dumbfounded as he listened.

She asked in confusion: "Then why is Lord Demon Master alive again?"

Shen Shengyuan frowned and shook his head.

"I don't know, maybe the Demon Lord left some way out when he was about to die. But the only thing that is certain is that another unlucky person got the Water Moon Dream Mirror. It is estimated that he has been haunted by repeated nightmares. Living."

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Outside the gate of the imperial palace in the capital.

The evil spirit of the netherworld surged endlessly, as if it had gathered into a black sea, which was suffocating.

The white-haired "Jiang Shouzhong" was in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, her silvery white hair danced wildly in the wind, like strands of tangled ice.

The moment the white-haired "Jiang Shouzhong" appeared, several golden light pillars shot straight up from the high platform of Qintian Prison, and then, golden talisman walls appeared in all four corners of the palace.

Many imperial guards rushed out of the palace as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Even many masters hidden in the capital noticed the aura and rushed over one after another, including Li Guanshi and Yan Changqing.

"琝儿!!"

Concubine Lan, who climbed out of the carriage in a hurry, saw the prince Zhou Hui being thrown onto the city wall, her eyes were splitting, and she screamed miserably.

Guard Ma Wu recovered from the shock, drew his sword and was about to pounce, when suddenly a black shadow wrapped in majestic energy rushed towards the white-haired "Jiang Shouzhong".

Amidst the loud explosion, the air retreated like clouds and waves.

The two of them retreated more than twenty feet away.

The Demon Lord possessing Jiang Shouzhong waved his sleeves to dissipate his remaining energy, squinted at the plain-looking man in black standing in front of the palace gate, and said in surprise: "Heavenly Realm? That's interesting. What's your name?"

"Zhao Wuxiu, I have met the Demon Lord."

The man's clothes in black fluttered in the wind, as if blending into the night.

The man is not tall and tall, but when he stands there, he looks like he is standing still in the mountains, and he has the invincible aura of being able to protect a city with one person.

Number one in the world, Zhao Wuxiu!

The Demon Lord glanced at the palace, which was protected by a large array of talismans. The red mist surging on his face looked down on her expression and said sarcastically:

"Is there just one heavenly realm? It's too shabby. The original Dali Dynasty had three heavenly realms, and it's getting worse and worse. In a few hundred years, won't you family-protecting dogs not even be able to be masters? Gone."

"Master Demon Lord is joking. This moment is very different from that moment."

At this time, another white-haired old man wearing a green shirt and exuding the aura of Confucianism appeared not far away.

He protected the saved prince behind him and looked at the Demon Lord with a smile.

"There is only so much rice in the pot, and the people further back can only grab the leftovers. Didn't even the demonic energy recover after being interrupted for more than two hundred years?"

"Oh, he is still a Confucian saint."

The Demon Lord looked at the old man and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man holding a silver spear behind the Confucian saint. "There are also military saints. Not bad, not bad. Finally, I am somewhat capable of fighting. Are there any other masters? Let me join them. .I don’t have time to ink with you.”

The Demon Lord glanced at the other imperial guards outside the palace gate and said calmly: "Forget about these stinky fish and rotten shrimps."

The military sage Yu Wenlie laughed boldly, "I never thought that I would be able to fight with the famous Demon Lord in my lifetime. It's so exciting! I, Yu Wenlie, am enough to deal with you Demon Lord!"

Yu Wenlie stepped on the ground with both feet, and it was like a pebble hitting a string of water drifts, and then lifted up from the ground. Circles of air ripples spread out with a strong murderous intention.

The silver spear is as powerful as a giant python, with murderous intent soaring into the sky!

The Confucian saint stood motionless, his sleeves fluttering and swaying, and his demeanor was pleasant.

……

At this time, on the high platform of the Qintian Prison, Emperor Zhou Chang, dressed in casual clothes, looked at the battlefield outside the palace and said with a smile: "I didn't expect a demon king to come. Is this an unexpected joy or an unexpected shock?"

Behind him, the supervisor smiled bitterly, "Wei Chen didn't expect that she was still alive."

"So, there are still many things we can't think of."

Zhou Chang said helplessly, "Who knows which big shot will appear tomorrow? There are many kings in the shallows of the pond, and dragons in the deep sea. But it's okay, in good times, with weapons and spears in front of you, you will definitely lose your bones. But I don’t know. Only when people are in trouble more often will they not die of happiness.”

Jian Zheng nodded slightly, "What your Majesty said is true."

Zhou Chang's eyes flashed with sharpness and he looked directly at Jian Zheng, "Then the question is, can you stop this demon lord?"

Jian Zheng opened his mouth, not daring to make a conclusion.

Finally, he suggested softly: "It is necessary to activate the grand formation."

Zhou Chang frowned, "Could it be..."

"Your Majesty, don't worry." Master Jianzheng smiled, "Although the appearance of the Demon Lord is unexpected, it is actually a good thing."

Zhou Chang was slightly startled, his brows widened, and then he sighed: "But the prerequisite is that he must be able to block it. You see, our military sage has been beaten to the ground."

……

Yu Wenlie crashed out with a crash, his burly body smashing into the palace door, and knocking several of the surrounding masters to the ground.

"That's it?"

The Demon Lord sneered, "You dare to call yourself a saint? Go back to your mother's womb and practice again!"

She turned to look at Prince Zhou Huan, who was quietly being escorted into the palace by the guards. She stomped on the ground, and the evil aura surrounding her gathered strength to the extreme.

"It's a shame that Haotian God has given you such rubbish!"

The Demon Lord crossed dozens of feet in one step and punched out.

The air undulates slightly, like the thunder of winter thunder.

The Confucian saint finally could no longer stand.

He stood in front of Zhou Huan and took out a crystal-clear ruler, with awe-inspiring aura surging.

boom!

Zhou Huan hit the wall hard and blood spurted out.

Looking at the broken ruler in his hand, the Confucian saint who had been elegant and calm just now became furious, "Monster, don't be so arrogant!"