After dressing up as a demon

"..."

The empty hall.

He swallowed a restrained gasp.

The reincarnation mirror that had been forcibly ended was spinning in mid-air, and the brilliant golden light had already dimmed, casting mottled broken shadows.

The ground was covered with snow-white powder in a disorderly manner, rolled up by the residual power, and floated towards the center of the only unaffected hall.

The invincible spiritual power suddenly erased everything.

Within the remaining spiritual power, the blurred and entangled shadows were vaguely wrapped, making it difficult to see clearly.

Outside the hall, there was deathly silence.

"The suzerain is out?"

Zhu Wanwan felt this unmistakable strong coercion in the main hall, and rushed there immediately. Seeing both Daoist Lingji and Feng Huan standing outside the hall, she couldn't help asking, "Why are you all outside the hall, suzerain? Do you understand?"

Daoist Lingji was calculating with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his fingers were as fast as the wind.

That's not a good sign.

Feng Huan looked into the hall again, then shook his head: "I haven't reported yet."

Zhu Wanwan paced back and forth, and said in a deep voice, "This matter is of great importance, no further delay!"

She was going to the door.

An arm was across her front, blocking her way.

Zhu Wanwan followed this hand and turned back to Feng Huan: "What do you mean?"

"The suzerain doesn't want to be disturbed at this time." Feng Huan shook his head at her again, "You and I must wait here quietly."

Just now the master made a move, if it wasn't for the real Lingji who rescued him in time, even if he wouldn't be injured, he would definitely be in a mess.

The master has always acted calmly, and today's situation must have something to do with Shen Cang.

The master and master personally did all the big things and small things related to Shen Cang, and now he personally instructed him to be alone, not even leaving the real person with the inspiration.

The more he thought about it, the heavier the boulder in Feng Huan's heart became.

The past and present lives that can be seen in the mirror of reincarnation are protected by the artifact, and others have no way of knowing. Naturally, neither he nor Daoist Lingji know what happened in the reincarnation they saw.

He can only see that the master has not returned for a long time, and the artifact has not moved for a long time.

From the increasingly frequent sighs of Daoist Lingji, he actually understood the result of this reincarnation very well.

But the love thread is constant, the love disaster is not cut, and there is no master to sit in charge, how will Bi Yuntian get through this difficulty?

Zhu Wanwan pressed Feng Huan's arm, looked at the closed palace door that seemed to be calm as usual, hesitated to speak for a moment, and took a step back: "Okay, I will wait with you."

The impulse to go up for a while subsided, so she forced her way into the suzerain's bedroom, and she didn't have the guts to do so.

Feng Huan didn't say anything.

Two streaks of golden and red streamers approached rapidly from the horizon and landed in an instant.

Feng Huan looked over, frowned, and quickly smoothed it off.

"The guardians on the left and right are here, and there is also a real person with cleverness!" The person who came first smiled, greeted, and then showed a worried look on his face, "Is it the suzerain just now?"

Zhu Wanwan cupped her hands and said, "Old Sovereign Master, the chief envoy."

After the words fell, he turned and faced the gate of the palace, not wanting to talk too much with the two of them.

Few people knew the inside story of the turmoil back then. She didn't understand, and it didn't prevent her from having a grudge against the "old suzerain".

Feng Huan remained calm and said, "The suzerain is about to leave the customs. Please excuse my subordinates for speaking bluntly. I would like to ask the old suzerain to come down the mountain."

The vision just now cannot be concealed, he knew that Duan Hongfeng's trip was for this purpose.

Hearing his words, Duan Hongfeng's face twitched, his expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said: "I also want to do my best, and seeing the suzerain leave the customs, I feel relieved."

He sighed pretentiously, then signaled to Master Lingji, and went down the mountain with his sword, and returned to Duan's house.

Flying into the backyard in a hurry, he waved his sleeves and put down a spiritual power mask, walked quickly into the room, and clapped his hands at the back of the door: "My lord!"

Qianji turned around, his face covered with a thick layer of black shadow.

Before leaving reincarnation, he had already found Liujia Village.

The emperor fell off the cliff without dying, and the mission failed again. He had no face to face the emperor. When he was forced out of the palace by the familiar spiritual power from the Bihua Palace, he even thought about dying there. disappointment.

Seeing his expression, Duan Hongfeng slowed down a bit, but couldn't bear the anticipation in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Jiang Yundu has left the customs!"

Qianji has some impressions of the opponent that this chess piece is thinking about.

Jiang Yundu, Biyuntian's suzerain, has crossed the realm of tribulation, and is second to none among the cultivators.

Duan Hongfeng fanned the flames: "My lord, Jiang Yundu has been crossing the catastrophe for a long time, and he may enter the Mahayana stage at any time. It is better to kill this son as soon as possible, so as to avoid trouble in the future!"

There is some truth to this statement.

Although Jiang Yundu is just a mortal, he has to pay more attention to anyone who hinders the king's plan.

The emperor is in the world, and it is inevitable that he will join hands with ordinary people. This news is worth visiting.

Thinking of this, Qianji set off immediately.

Duan Hongfeng respectfully watched his figure disappear behind the door, the joy on his face finally came from his heart.

Jiang Yundu.

The time of death is approaching, no matter how majestic you are!

—

"Thousand halberds?"

Qianji looked back and continued to move forward: "You are also there."

Huanlian flew to his side, and walked towards the stone gate not far away together: "Long time no see, you are still so indifferent."

There was at least two points of sincerity in her words.

Recently, she only saw Ghost Rock, but not Qianji. She was very curious about what task the Lord gave Qianji to make him disappear for so long.

Qianji only asked: "Is Your Majesty there?"

Huanlian laughed softly, nodded and said, "It's in the palace."

The two chatted one after another, and when they reached the door, they both consciously kept silent and walked into the stone palace quietly.

This gray and quaint palace is built of hard boulders, with scattered and dense stone pillars standing tall and upright, and the paintings on the walls are superb and magnificent.

There was no light to illuminate, and a frame of dim light poured in from outside the door, and the surroundings were dim.

Qianji has seen Juechentian's back.

In the darkness, only an eye-catching white dress stood deep in the stone pillar.

The sound of accelerated footsteps echoed continuously between the wide stone walls.

Juechentian turned a deaf ear and looked down at the sarcophagus in front of him.

The length and width of the sarcophagus are not the size of the human world, but the size of the demons.

When Qianji approached, he saw that Guiyan was also standing aside, his tall body was bent, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

"Your Majesty."

Juechentian waved his hands, and the two kneeling on one knee then stood up.

"You three, tell me what this is?"

Qianji looked in front of him.

Your Majesty's unique white devilish energy is rolling in the sarcophagus, and there is no clue.

"Phantom lotus?"

After being named, Huanlian glanced over, her charming face became stiff, and she lowered her head deeply: "I will never know."

Juechentian smiled: "You have always been smart."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Qianji subconsciously looked over again, discerned carefully, and found a faint color of blood from the tumbling air waves, and his face also changed involuntarily.

Juechentian sighed: "Dijun is stronger than me, how can I make up for the gap?"

Qianji's expression changed a few times, the hand hanging by her side was trembling, and she suddenly knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, the general is willing to enter the Demon Pool!"

Jue Chentian looked down at him.

Qianji gritted his teeth: "The final general returned without success, ruining the emperor's plan. Now that the emperor is awake, he must join hands with Jiang Yundu in the world to fight against it. For the great cause of the demon clan, the final general will not regret his death!"

"Qianji," Qianji held his breath, watching the pure white robe hem gently walk by in front of him, "I will entrust you to do the matter of reincarnation, you know how much I expect from you."

"The last general deserves death!"

Juechentian put his hands behind his back and looked at Huanlian in a blink of an eye.

Huanlian's heart beat like a beating drum, and her breathing couldn't help trembling.

Transform the magic pool.

Once the demon race enters the magic pool, the flesh and bone marrow will be transformed into the purest magic energy, which is an incomparably most nourishing method.

The stronger the strength of the demons, the more precious the tonic.

There are only three demon generals who are of great benefit to the king.

Stared at by Juechentian's eyes, Huanlian's knees softened and she knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty... the last general, the last general is also willing to enter the pool for the great cause of the demon clan..."

Juechentian laughed, turned around and walked back to the sarcophagus: "Back to the land of the world, you are my right-hand man, how could I let you enter the pool."

Huanlian's beating heart finally slowed down, but she didn't dare to relax.

She was about to say something to show her loyalty, when she heard the voice of the king again in front of her.

"Ghost rock." Juechentian stretched out his hand and said softly, "Your devil bones are just right for this magic pond."

Ghost Rock, who had been standing still in place, trembled.

He raised his head abruptly, with fear in his eyes: "Your Majesty..."

Juechentian looked at him, his pitch-black eyes were filled with a bone-chilling coldness: "I ordered you to find the Mingsheng Pill for me, how did you find it?"

Ghost Rock was short of breath: "Your Majesty, give the last general two more days—"

"I don't have two days to spare." Juechentian said, "You always can't remember what I want. Since you are not obedient, you should admit your mistake."

Gui Yan knelt on his knees with a "bang" sound, and walked to Juechentian's feet: "Your Majesty! Give the general one more chance, and the general will definitely not disappoint you again!"

Impatientness appeared in Juechentian's eyes, and he moved his palm forward a little: "Devil's bone."

Gui Yan's expression of begging for mercy froze on his face, he glanced at the door, and stood up!

"you dare!"

Seeing that he wanted to escape, a flash of anger flashed across Juechentian's impatient eyes, and the white mist in his palm rolled up without wind, entwining the ghost rock who had arrived in front of the door.

Ghost Rock whimpered in the mist, before he could struggle, his body suddenly exploded!

Every drop of blood he spattered was sucked up by the white mist, and slowly brought back to the sarcophagus.

The master died, and a pair of devil bones wrapped in endless evil spirit appeared out of thin air.

Seeing the fineness of the demon bones, Juechentian finally had a faint satisfaction on his face.

He waved his hand and pressed the magic bone into the pool, and the pure magic energy gradually emerged.

Strands of black veins rushed out of the pool surface, congealing towards a purple-black seed in midair.

Juechentian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, with a smile on his lips.

"very good."

Qianji and Huanlian, who were kneeling behind him, narrowly escaped death, looked at each other, and could see the fear buried deep in each other's eyes.

—

Biyun sky.

In front of Bihua Palace.

The hand of Daoist Lingji suddenly stopped.

He turned southeast.

The next moment, the black and white demonic energy that shot straight into the sky rose suddenly, and the aura was majestic and terrifying!

Feng Huan frowned: "It's Juechentian."

He looked at the door again, with an anxious expression on his face, "I can't wait any longer!"

Daoist Lingji also has this intention.

Feng Huan walked back and forth twice, made up his mind, and stepped forward quickly.

But he was about to knock on the door—

"squeak"

The door opened.

Feng Huan subconsciously saw the door.

The emptiness of the hall made his heart skip a beat, but he easily noticed the two people in the middle.

"metropolitan?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yundu was pulling back the string of beads in his hand to his wrist, and half of the cool jade was close to the pulse, and gathered in the wide sleeve.

His downcast side face was indifferent as usual.

Feng Huan didn't dare to look too much, and moved to Shen Cang who was beside the reincarnation mirror.

Shen Cang coughed, raised his hand and straightened his collar, brushed his fingertips against the side of his neck, took a breath of cool air, then turned to the mirror, with his back to the door.

Jiang Yundu glanced at him, then looked away.

Feng Huan: "..."

The atmosphere is quite eerie.

There was also a suspicious distance between the two.

And it might be his illusion, the clothes of these two seem to be untidy, and...worn?