The lord's condition is repeated again

Boom! !

In the far east, that place that is hated by everyone in the Demon Palace, is called the Continent of Spirits.

A huge black vortex rolled and hovered above the central city, and the crackling and flickering thunder and lightning indicated everything that was about to be experienced there—someone was facing a thunder disaster.

The Thunder Tribulation that breaks through the realm of the Martial King!

And this is the third time this kind of Martial King Realm Leiyun has appeared in this short period of three years.

The long balance that has lasted for 500 years is tilting to one side at an extremely fast speed, and this tilt is undoubtedly unfavorable to the Demon Palace, which has only six generals and warriors, and it can even be said to be overwhelming. weak.

Yes, it is undeniable that the Demon Palace is facing all of these—the highest ones have been unable to break through the bottleneck of generals, and the rising stars are mediocre, with more potential and less time.

They don't have much time left.

"My lord, this time the family has plotted for three years and gathered many capable people and strangers. It is reported that there are also overseas warriors rushing to the grand event. If they are allowed to succeed, I am afraid that the Demon Palace will be..." More ominous than ominous.

Elder Mo didn't say what he said next, but Qi Zhaoling already understood what he meant.

"So, you led people to attack the Overseas Clan?" Qi Zhaoling's voice was flat, but buried under this flatness was a kind of anger that made Elder Mo tremble.

A flash of shock flashed in Elder Mo's eyes, but he concealed it very well. He originally lowered his eyes slightly to express his obedience, but now he raised his face and frowned slightly: "My lord? This subordinate doesn't quite understand what you mean, The more it is at this moment, the more we should win over the overseas clans, so as to get their help, why come to attack?"

"It's good that you understand, how to do it, the deity is free to measure." After leaving these words, Qi Zhaoling left without looking at the people behind him again.

Elder Mo buried his head deeply in his arched hands until he confirmed that Qi Zhaoling was gone.

His hands were hanging limply by his side, half of his face was sunk in the shadow of gray hair, the corners of his light-colored, well-curved lips trembled, as if they were about to be raised, and finally they failed to bend down.

"My lord...Qi Zhaoling...why? I clearly..." It is clear that Guardian Zuo is dead, and it is me who has the strength to be the person next to you!

There must be something wrong!

Elder Mo thought, he had a vague feeling that he would definitely take that position, that close one, the position where he would be loyal to the most powerful man in the Demon Palace, as if this was his own thing in the first place, but three years ago , that championship competition, that woman...

Everything seems to be off track.

……

Houshan is the place where monsters, beasts and birds gather. At the same time, it is also the place where the hunting festival begins and ends.

The Ziji Mountains, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, are full of mountains and peaks, like natural dangers, blocking the invasion of foreign enemies. At the same time, the monsters in the mountains are also the target of monks hunting.

The hunting ground delimits the entire back mountain, but in fact, in order to hunt better monsters, many people ignore the restrictions of the delimitation and devote themselves to hunting monsters in the outer circle without hesitation, and some people come back with a good harvest. Some people disappear forever, these are common things, so those so-called circles are just the most basic protection.

Once you leave the protection circle, your life is what you should worry about, even if you crush the spirit deed card, no senior elders will come to rescue you.

Just like Hua Jinqi now.

Hua Jinqi was looking at a short third-tier monster pig with black and red scales all over its body.

Attracted by the aroma of bamboo and rice, there was a snoring sound from the pig's nose. At first, Hua Jinqi thought it was its stomach protesting and making noise.

The Jialin pig has hard armor and fur, and its whole body is extremely poisonous. The only place it can eat is the pitifully small piece of tender meat on the back of its neck.

No, Hua Jinqi swore that she didn't want to eat it!He just wanted the venom—the venom that had a strong narcotic effect.

There was no expression on Hua Jinqi's white mask, but the natural affinity that was exuded from his body, which belonged to people with wood spirit roots, made Jialin pig gradually let go of his guard, and walked carefully to those who smelled fragrant, In front of the delicious-looking snow-white fish.

It's still the same recipe, it's the same taste, and even the way it's processed is exactly the same.The male protagonist still wants to eat it, and the villain is very satisfied after eating it. The exclusive secret recipe is Hantan's special white fish.

Yes, before this unlucky pig snorted and gnawed half a mouthful of fish, then turned his eyes and lost his breath, Hua Jinqi had always firmly believed that he was consuming the rich protein nutrition in fish every day.

After all, everyone who had eaten this special grilled fish was still alive, including himself.

Hua Jinqi maintained a stiff smile, asked the system to check the information of this kind of white fish, then silently raised her head and looked at the rare sunny day.

Ah, the sky is so blue.

Ah, the clouds are so white.

Ah, after three years of eating this kind of strong hallucinogenic and poisonous white fish, he is still alive. This is really a miracle of life!

Hua Jinqi collected the venom from the Jialin pig, cut off the piece of meat that was said to be the most delicious, and ate a full meal with emotion.

It stands to reason that this should be a pleasant trip. Hua Jinqi looks for monsters while eating, catches them according to the exchange list listed by the system, and then gets experience points to buy the required seeds.

The resources in the magic palace are scarce, but there are many monsters, but most of them are inedible and difficult to be absorbed by the body. The spiritual power obtained from a third-level monster is not even as good as fifty catties of spiritual rice, and the hunting of a third-level monster But it takes a lot of effort, so whether to starve or starve to death, the powerful inner disciples don't have to worry about the supply of Lingmi at all, and they don't need to do anything extra.

Like Hua Jinqi, monsters are included in the recipe, and there are very few people who eat while walking.

It is even rarer to get into trouble while eating while walking.

Hua Jinqi couldn't figure out why these inner disciples would block his way, they never seemed to meet each other, even if they did, it was because of him as a shadow general to carry out some tasks such as summoning.

"Chaochen, you're having a good day, you won't forget... who brought you back from that place, right?" The leader was dressed in white and black, with a big letter "North" on the lapel.

Hua Jinqi narrowed his eyes.