Chu Chen Kee

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? I ordered the kitchen to warm up the porridge. It's good to eat now." Xizhu stepped down from the throne, hugging him gently and naturally.

Langya shook his head, and looked at Xizhu with some hesitation, he didn't know if Xizhu would tolerate him meddling in his political affairs.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Langya didn't speak, Xizhu smiled slightly, lowered his head and bit his pink earlobe.

Langya felt a little uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to push Xizhu's broad and strong chest aside: "Why didn't you deal with that finance minister?"

Xizhu knew it well, and then hugged Langya into his arms: "Do you know why the tribes on the grassland don't kill wolves? Although they threaten the survival of cattle, sheep and people, they also keep the world in a consistent state." An essential part of this balance."

"Keeping him for a while does not mean that he will stay forever." Xizhu finally concluded.

Langya's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth moved but he couldn't say anything.

"Hey, go eat." Xizhu gently rubbed Langya's hair.

Langya hesitated for a moment, but still rubbed his eyes and nodded and walked out.

As soon as Langya left, Xizhu's expression instantly became gloomy. He turned his head to look at a corner of the hall, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

In the dark corner of the main hall, a trace of silver-blue smoke suddenly rose.

Then, the smoke formed a strange and terrifying human face.

Looking at Xizhu's expressionless face, that face twisted for a moment, and then said: "I have a guest asking to see you."

Are there any guests at this time?

Xizhu said coldly: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

The face made of smoke suddenly dissipated again, but the hoarse voice still floated in the hall: "The Demon Ancestor Luohu has come to visit the King."

Demon ancestor Rahu?

Interest flashed across Xizhu's eyes.

He turned back calmly and returned to his throne, pondered for a moment and said, "Please come in."

The smoke dissipated instantly.

Xizhu twirled the gemstone ring on his index finger, and said indifferently: "What do the witch gods think?"

The ruby ​​on the ring shone brightly, then dimmed.

Xizhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, closed his eyes and remained silent.

After a cup of tea, a tall and handsome man from the Western Regions was brought to the No.13 floor of the Yuezhi Palace.

"Your Excellency is Demon Ancestor Luohu?" Xizhu looked at the young man with a pair of light blue eyes in front of him, and asked lightly.

Even though the young man from the Western Regions below stood under the steps, he still gave Xizhu the illusion that he was looking down on him.

This kind of feeling cannot be faked, the aura that belongs to the superior can only be possessed by the truly strong.

"Master Demon Ancestor is here, our family is really full of glory. It's just that we don't know who we are, so aren't you afraid that there will be no return?" Xi Zhu asked pointedly.

The young man from the Western Regions glanced at Xizhu indifferently, and said, "My demonic eyes can see through people's hearts, and I can also see what you love most in your heart. I have nothing else to like in my life, but I like to win people's love. Therefore, You need not challenge my patience, mortal."

A killing intent flashed in Xizhu's heart.

Luo Hu stood there proudly, even if he fell to the present situation, lost the physical body of the heavenly spirit body, and was almost destroyed by Li Yuchen's self-destruct, it is still not easy to be bullied by others.

Now he only has one ten-thousandth of the ancient magic power left, but it is enough to protect himself.

Of course, this is under the condition that the thirteen low-level witch gods in the Yue clan will not make a move.

Back then, with his own strength, there were only thirteen witch gods, and he could wipe them all out with a flick of his fingers!

Now that he is only at the Nascent Soul stage, even though he has hundreds of demon kings to guard him and find this barely usable water spirit body for him, he is still far from his goal.

Xizhu asked word by word: "Then, why did you come to my little Yue clan?"

Luo Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the gemstone ring between Xizhu's fingers, then he smiled lightly and said, "Let those witch gods come out, there is no need to hide anymore. I am here to ask for something." , but it’s also here to send charcoal to you.”

Xizhu paused, but didn't reply.

The air above the hall froze slightly, and then, thirteen witch gods covered in white cloaks slowly landed in the hall.

The witch god with six stars embroidered on his chest stepped forward and asked indifferently: "Your Excellency is an ancient demon god, why do you condescend to come here?"

Luo Hu turned around: "I think you are also very aware of the shock three days ago? The ancestor dragon Xuanyuan awakened, and he still has tens of thousands of dragon descendants under his command. If they return to the Central Plains, there is no room for you and me to fight in this world? "

The witch god paused for a moment, and then said: "Xuanyuan must be invincible, if he can be sealed once, he can be sealed a second time!"

Hearing the words, Luo Hu seemed to have heard a big joke, and after laughing wildly a few times, he said, "Do you know how the Zulong was sealed in ancient times?"

Without waiting for those witch gods to ask, Luo Hu replied on his own: "He gave up his weapon, and was captured and sealed under the Kunlun Mountain by Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the unconsecrated Taoist priests of the Sanqing at that time. There is no one who can make him abandon his blade, nor is Yuanshi Tianzun who can set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation, do you think that just a few of you can hurt him at all?"

When the thirteen witch gods first heard this ancient secret, they were not without horror in their hearts.

Who is the Master of Tongtian?

He is the essence of Yuchen, the purple smoke of Jiuqing, the brilliance of Yuhui, the reflection of gold, the beauty, the budding of the soul, the birth of the mother, and the cultivation of a human being.

Before the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the Jiejiao of the Master Tongtian was the largest sect under Hongjun Xuanmen, and enjoyed the reputation of "all Buddhas pay homage, ten thousand immortals come to pay homage".

Even though he was pale after the Battle of the Conferred Gods and was taken back to the Lingxiao Palace by Hongjun, the reputation of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the number one killing formation in ancient times, spread far and wide.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation is a combination of the Zhuxian Four Swords and the Zhuxian Formation, and it is the first killing formation of the Heavenly Dao since the creation of Hongmeng.The supreme formation that dominates the way of heaven and kills is also the supreme treasure of establishing and protecting the teachings of Tongtian Jiejiao.

A sage formed the formation, but the four sages could not break it together.There are many mysteries in the sword formation, infinite murderous intent, and many dangers. Even if it is a Daluo Jinxian, a non-heavenly sage will be wiped out as soon as he enters this formation.

And Xuanyuan was trapped in this formation, but he was only sealed under Kunshan Mountain, and he was not annihilated by flying souls, but this made people even more afraid of his true strength.

Seeing the complexion changes of those witch gods, Luo Hu's eyes flashed a trace of cunning that no one noticed.

The history of that year is indeed in line with what he said, but more importantly, Xuanyuan and the leader of Tongtian were rare friends at that time. And have a good relationship in private.

Later, in order to keep Xuanyuan's name and let him follow the destiny, Master Tongtian had no choice but to seal his friend under Kunshan under the order of Master Hongjun, but there was always room in his hands, and he never really died. hand.

On this point, some people in the Three Realms are not angry, but even the Hongjun sage, who clearly knows the joints, turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye, and he was so protective of his youngest apprentice, Master Tongtian, that even if others couldn't see it Not much to say.

"If I join hands with you, I think there is still a possibility of being equal with him." Taking this opportunity, Luo Hu revealed the purpose of his visit this time.

The thirteen witch gods looked at each other without speaking.

Luo Hu was originally their opponent, but now that he came to ask for cooperation, he had to guard against whether he had any other purpose.

But Luo Hu's request was not too much.

Now that Xuanyuan is awakening, it is an inevitable result for the dragon clan to become bigger. The majestic and majestic consciousness three days ago really impressed them too deeply, and even after a long time, they still have lingering feelings in their hearts. go haze.

That kind of power, even the sorcerers who have advanced to the level of sorcerer gods, can hardly be compared. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the difference between Kunpeng and Fuyou.

They are relatively low-level witch gods who escaped from the sealed land with great difficulty. They are still planning to break the seal of the witch god realm and welcome their most powerful witch god back to the human world.

Because the human world is the foundation of the Three Realms, as long as the human world is controlled, the rest of the three worlds and five elements will be thrown into the trap.

Even those gods with supreme power in the heavens would be somewhat afraid.

It is just around the corner to restore the glory of their witch gods.

It's just that they had to swallow their anger before collecting all the witch seals.

Now Luo Hu came to ask for peace and demanded a unanimous fight against the Dragon Clan, which seemed to be a good choice.

For a while, the calculations of both sides were secretly turbulent.

"It's just that I've thought about it for a long time, and you definitely won't trust me." Luo Hu showed a strange smile, "Instead of being suspicious about the matter of cooperation, it's better to make a blood oath contract, which will also make our cooperation more effective."

"Blood oath contract?" The leading witch priest looked at Luo Hu suspiciously.

Luo Hu explained with rare patience: "This blood oath is only valid when we face the dragons, and there is no other hindrance. Once the dragons are no longer a threat to us, this blood oath will be automatically lifted."

The thirteen witch gods looked at each other for a long time.

Sitting high on the throne, Xizhu seemed to find it very interesting, so he clapped his hands lightly and said, "This strategy is good. If the blood oath can restrain both parties, it is still fair."

Feng was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Since Master Luo Hu is so sincere, we should not be stingy when we wait for the gods of the Wu clan. It doesn't matter if we make a contract."

Seeing this, Luohu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and then Zhuang Ruo unintentionally raised his right hand, bent his fingers into a claw, and stretched forward: "When I activate the blood contract, all of you just need to put a little blood from the center of your eyebrows into the blood contract That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.Afterwards, one after another of bloody ancient runes directly appeared in the void.

The thirteen witch gods were also unambiguous, and directly poured their brow essence and blood into the blood contract.

Rahu quickly recited the incantation, and then put his hands together, and saw the dense ancient characters floating in the void turned into a snake-like imprint on his forehead.

"The contract has been concluded. We can discuss cooperation matters later." Luo Hu nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left without hesitation, "As for when to attack the Dragon Clan, please wait for the news."

It wasn't until he left the hall that the thirteen witch gods all showed a hint of smirk.

Xizhu also smiled slightly: "Is this also an ancient demon god? How naive and ridiculous."

Feng nodded lightly: "It seems that we should speed up."

Everyone was silent, and then a cowardly look broke the silence.

Langya shrank and stood at the entrance of the hall with a bowl of rotten meat porridge. He probed in and looked at Xizhu nervously: "Are you hungry? I... I saw that you didn't even eat lunch..."

Xizhu felt hot, then walked to Langya's side, stretched out his hand to gently take the bowl of porridge in Langya's hand, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go eat together."

"I've already eaten." Langya touched his stomach and said a little embarrassedly.

"Then eat some more with me." Xizhu said without any resistance.

"Oh..." Langya nodded helplessly.