One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

   Chapter 1535 The Devil's Little Wife (22)

  Xu Lingqiong's words will work, the Demon King will not be so cruel when he does it, but... he really only has one breath, he won't die on the spot, he will have to die later.

   As long as he didn't die on the spot, he didn't kill him.

  Lingqiong felt finished.

   Her cub is going to be a bare commander.

   Thinking about the depression of the Demon Race, Lingqiong sighed, she has not yet become a queen to show off her power... Who is she looking for to pay tribute to her!

   With the spirit of saving everything and not being wasted, Lingqiong was very happy to touch the corpse in the back.

   Demon King: "…"

   He was also worried that her heart would be traumatized, because he thought too much.

"King."

  The Demon King turned around and saw the little girl ripping off a demon's clothes, with a face of gossip about discovering something novel: "They have something on them."

   The Demon King frowned, moved to her side, pulled her away, blocked her vision, and lowered his eyes to look.

   There are some strange characters on the chest of the Mozu.

   "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

   "Foul things, look less."

   "...Oh." The little girl didn't know what to think and closed her eyes happily.

  The Demon King picked out several other Demon Races to check.

   has such characters on them, but they are not the same.

   At this moment, those characters suddenly began to glow, fell off the demons, and disappeared into the ground.

   The Demon King's heart skipped a beat, he pulled Ling Qiong to his side, and wanted to leave this place, but it was too late.

The    characters formed a magic circle underground, trapping them here.

  …

  …

   Magic Palace.

   In the past, the majestic and solemn Demon Palace, today the fire is soaring into the sky, the roar of the monsters broke through the sky, and the demons in the Demon Palace fled in all directions.

   A team of well-equipped demons surrounded the Shaoguang Hall, and the hall was full of demons.

   "Zhiluo..." The attendant of the Demon Palace kneeling on the ground glared angrily at the man sitting on the high seat of Shaoguang Hall: "You are crazy! How dare you..."

   Zhiluo, dressed in red, was the Demon Lord who persuaded Du Wu and Shu Er.

   Zhiluo laughed, "How many demons have died in his hands in the past few years? He killed you if he wanted to, but he never thought that you were his kin."

   "If we don't rebel, sooner or later, he will kill us too!"

   Attendant of the Demon Palace: "Do you think you can kill the king?"

   Zhiluo's killing intent grew stronger, "You may not know how many demons want him to die."

   He has offended too many demons.

   Those demons who appear to be surrendering to him on the surface, how many truly surrender? Everyone just can't... They formed an alliance in private.

   Over the years, the Demon King insisted not to go to war with the Human Race, which also made many Demon Races unhappy, and even fewer Demon Races would support him.

   In recent years, he has rarely left the magic palace, and they have little chance.

   But this time, he left the magic palace for so long, and he also took Yanyao and the group of demons who were loyal to him, such a good opportunity...

   "You never thought about why the king took away so many demons and made the defense of the demon palace weak?"

   Zhiluo was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

   But this unease was quickly suppressed by him.

   "Even if he had guessed it, the road back to the Devil's Palace was already covered in a net, and he would die when he came back." Zhiluo seemed to have something to rely on, and was convinced that the man would definitely be robbed and killed on his way back to the Devil's Palace.

   The attendant of the magic palace laughed.

   Zhiluo frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

   Attendant of the Demon Palace: "I laugh at you and you don't even know you're going to die."

   Zhiluo sneered, raised his hand and waved, the head of the attendant of the demon palace fell in response, and Gululu rolled to the feet of the rest of the demons in the hall.

   "Zhi Luo, nothing really happened, right?"

   The other Demon Lord standing below was worried.

   "What are you worried about what we spent so much time finding." Zhiluo's face was full of anger, he would definitely die, he would definitely die.

   Zhiluo himself was not so calm.

   It's really easy to break through the magic palace...

   But he didn't have many available demons around him.

   This time, he took so many demons to the holy mountain, even Yanyao, and it was normal that the defense of the demon palace was weak.

   "Since you've come here, don't have any other thoughts. Today either he will die or we will die." Zhi Luo raised his voice and warned the demons below: "Everyone is on the same boat."

   "Demon Lord... Demon Lord, it's not good!"

  Some demons ran in from outside the hall, and before they got to the front, the figure of the demons suddenly collapsed, and blood splattered everywhere.

The wind carrying demonic energy blew in from outside the door, and the hanging red gauze flew up. When the red gauze fell, it seemed to be filled with killing intent, and the demons standing in the temple were harvested their lives before they could react. .

   All this is but in an instant.

  Zhiluo broke the red veil that was coming towards him, and looked at the hall door in shock.

   Outside the gate of the hall, several heads were thrown in and rolled into the middle, their eyes fixed on the person on the high seat.

  Zhiluo stood up suddenly, his face fusion.

these are…

"A Demon Execution Formation wants to kill me." The man's black clothes stained with blood, crossed the gate of the hall, shook the blood-like bone fan, and walked into the hall calmly, "I thought you guys prepared some big tricks, He really looks up to you."

  The red gauze flew freely, and the devilish energy swept wildly.

  The handsome face of the man is looming in the red gauze.

  Zhiluo couldn't help trembling, this man seemed to be a messenger from hell, only bringing fear and despair.

   His feet suddenly softened and he fell back into the chair, with only one thought remaining in his mind.

  It's over...

Even the    Demon Killing Formation couldn't kill him.

  What the **** is he...

  Zhiluo's biggest reliance is the Demon Killing Formation, the long-lost lore formation that even the demons have to fear.

   Winning the king and defeating the bandit, Zhi Luo didn't seem to want to struggle, so he sat on the high seat, "You know we're going to do it?"

The man under    chuckled lightly, a default.

   "Do you have any last wishes." The Demon King's voice was soft.

  Zhi Luo laughed, his red clothes were bloody, making him look crazy and bewitching.

  The surrounding demonic energy began to flow towards Zhiluo.

   "Ye Qingxuan, what are you...what are you..."

   Zhiluo's voice shattered along with his scattered figure.

   The red yarn swayed.

   Demonic energy competed for Zhi Luo's body, nibbled away cleanly, and finally, on the high seat, only the blood-red robe was left, and it slowly slid to the ground.

As many as half of the    demons participated in this betrayal.

   There was turmoil outside, but the magic palace returned to normal in just two days, as if those things had never happened.

  The Demon King stayed in Shaoguang Hall all day, and Lingqiong could not see him.

   But Lingqiong would occasionally be outside the Shaoguang Hall, hearing the screams inside, and seeing the corpses carried out from inside.

   In that month, the world of the demons was shrouded in blood, and countless demons were terrified, for fear of being implicated.

   "For the king?" Lingqiong stopped the demons who were sending things in outside the Shaoguang Hall.

  The demons did not dare to neglect this human girl, and replied respectfully: "Yes."

   "I'll send it."

  How dare the demons have an opinion, hand over the tray to Lingqiong and bow down.

  Lingqiong pushed open the half-closed Shaoguang Hall door.

   The Hall of Shaoguang, which was stained with blood that day, has been restored to its original state, with layers of red gauze falling down.

  Lingqiong passed through the red gauze, put the tray on the jade table, and looked at the charming and handsome man leaning on the bench, "King."

   (end of this chapter)