Ming Yu

In the main hall, the sound of fierce disputes can be heard endlessly, and there is a depressing and melancholy atmosphere in the endless hall.

Jun Wulei gradually came back to his senses, and then remembered that he was in the hall at the moment, and everyone in the hall was expressing their opinions passionately, either for war, or for harmony, and you came and went with each other without compromise!

Jun Wulei's eyes were burning, and he wished he could burn a hole in the black veil that separated the two of them, so that he could truly see the person he was thinking about...

It's a pity that, with his poor eyesight, he could only see the outline of that person, and he might not be able to see more.

The demon king sat on the couch, his slender phoenix eyes seemed to open and close, his fingertips tapped the handrail from time to time, but his eyes passed through the hall and he didn't know where he was.

At this time, another general from the main combat faction stood up to explain his point of view. Just as he finished speaking, the man said leisurely from the high platform: "How can there be any eggs under the nest, so let's fight."

That voice, like a Yekui flower suddenly blooming in the dark night of March, is full of misty charm, exuding wisps of cold fragrance.But when such words fell into the hearts of everyone, there seemed to be a kind of compelling pressure, slowly climbing up the spine, suddenly shocked, and excited!

The demon king opened his mouth, and the main fighters headed by the four Hell Lords seemed to have taken a reassurance. A surge of pride rushed into the sea, and they wished they could rush to the foot of Wuya Mountain immediately to perform a show, and kill him with great joy.

On the other side, the Zhuhe faction headed by Elder Chang bowed his head in silence. Although his complexion was not good, he stopped raising objections to show his absolute submission to the supreme ruler.

Now, the battle has been decided, but a new problem arises, who should be sent to fight against the mighty army of 50 spirits, Di Jun?This time, before the main battle factions began to recommend themselves one by one, the lord after the black yarn dropped another blockbuster——

"This king will go out in person." The man said unhurriedly, with a wild posture and a lazy voice, as if this was just a trivial matter.

"No! I forbid!"

"My lord, absolutely not!"

Two voices resounded over the main hall at the same time, one came from Young Mo, who was closest to the throne, and the other came from the guilty minister Jun Wulei who was tied up in the hall.

You Mo looked back at Jun Wulei in a little surprise, and immediately turned his head to look at the man on the high platform, with a sullen face, and stood under the jade steps with his hands folded: "Your lord, the body of a thousand gold... how can you leave Wan Yao so easily?" City? The Seventh Layer Region cannot be without a king for a day, Xiao Mo begs the lord to think twice."

Fortunately, he has a strong concentration, and he speaks a sentence smoothly, without leaking any water on his face. Who knows that he was so excited by that person that he almost vomited blood and almost bit his silver teeth!

Others don't know Mingyu's situation, so don't you know that you who wait by the bed every day?

The person who was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger two days ago, did not hesitate to injure his body and resorted to extreme means to push his spiritual power to the limit last night, and sat in the hall proudly and said that he would personally face the emperor of the spirit world. Jun and the army of 50 spirits?

This time, the Ling Emperor directly sent almost all the famous generals and powerful soldiers in the spirit world. The fighting power was several times stronger than in the previous battles. Even if he was in good health, it would be very difficult, not to mention, he is now...

Where is that man abusing himself, Xiao Mo thinks that he is looking for abuse, his heart is about to be poked into a rotten gangster by this wayward man!

The young man stood under the stage with a livid face, and the depths of his amber eyes were filled with anger. He wished he could just knock him out and carry him back to his dormitory. What a mess!

The man on the high platform was noncommittal, but leaned sideways on the throne, curling up the corners of his lips with a half-smile: "Mo'er, come to my king."

The bright peacock blue is really eye-catching in the hall, the stunning young man in elegant clothes, with an elegant and slender back, under the gaze of everyone, he easily leaps over the jade steps and stands in front of the throne, snuggling docilely in the arms of the demon king, looking very cute and cute ...

At this time, Jun Wulei, who was kneeling behind the crowd, suddenly said loudly: "The lord must not take command in person!" He tried his best to straighten his back, and looked at the figure on the high platform without blinking.

"I have fought against Dijun once. He is good at leading troops and fighting but not good at strategizing. Like this time leading an army of 50, he never hid his whereabouts and swaggered into the territory of Wuya Mountain. It has never happened before. I guess behind him there must be a military adviser who is thoughtful and able to coordinate the overall situation, planning to sneak around and wait for the opportunity to attack Wan Yao City."

He paused, spelling out every word clearly: "Therefore, the Lord must not leave Wan Yao City at this moment!"

The man on the throne seemed to have just realized that there was such a person as him, his slender eyes raised, but his voice was indifferent: "You are no longer from my world, why should I listen to what you say?"

Jun Wulei froze for a moment, clenched his fists, and slammed his head heavily on the clean floor tiles: "The guilty minister...willing to pay for the crime with his life, go to Wuya Mountain, fight to the death with Emperor Jun, and vow to trap 50 spirit world troops outside the pass , so that even a fly cannot fly over Wuya Mountain!"

Even though he was guilty, Jun Wulei was famous and made great military exploits. A sentence was uttered with great momentum and echoed under the dome of the hall. Everyone was so excited when they heard it.

When everyone was talking about it, the man on the throne straightened his body a bit, let go of the hand he was holding with the boy, and put his arms around the boy's waist. You play, all the soldiers listen to the order—"

The demon king raised his head gracefully, his eyes crossed the hall, and fell on the end of the sky: "Three days later, 30 soldiers will follow this king to march on Wuya Mountain!"

Outside the hall, the majestic wind and rain rolled up the fallen flowers all over the ground, and the red tears of heroes were everywhere.

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