Chapter 142 Memories reappear! Mu Xinyan bursts into tears! The Queen of Yin goes crazy and kills!

Chapter 142 Memories reappear! Mu Xinyan bursts into tears! The Queen of Yin goes crazy and kills!

Hehuan Sect, Paradise Palace.

The top leaders of Xieji Sect and Huanxi Sect suddenly launched an attack.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the extremely furious leader of the Hehuan Sect.

"Ximen Qian! Luo Wei! You two little bastards, do you think that you can make a scene in our Hehuan Sect just because you have the support of Queen Yin behind you?"

Ji Taimei put her hands on her hips and said coldly, "Don't say that the death of "Great Joy Bodhisattva" and "Li Qianjue" has nothing to do with this sect master. Even if it was done by me, Ji, myself, so what?"

As soon as he uttered these arrogant and arrogant words.

The whole audience was horrified!

The world naturally knows that Ji Zongzhu is young and promising and has a close relationship with the Demon Emperor Jiao. He is the young Demon Lord, second only to the Cangming Godfather in the East for thousands of years!

However.

Even the master of Gu Dao would not dare to say such outrageous words in front of all the powerful demons in the East, right?

This is undoubtedly declaring war on the eight major demon sects simultaneously!

Suddenly, the entire Paradise Palace was in uproar, and the crowd began to surge restlessly!

"Ji Taimei! I have tolerated you for a long time!"

"If you don't explain it to Xieji and Huanxi Sects today, as a fellow Easterner, my Yinshi Sect will be the first to tolerate you!"

A domineering and cold voice came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

On the VIP shed on the fourth floor, a man with messy hair and an ugly appearance, carrying a half-rotten female corpse on his back, fell from the sky into the arena.

There was an immediate exclamation at the scene:

"It's the leader of the Yinshi Sect, Fan Mo!"

"Yes! It is one of the eight Eastern Land Demon Sect leaders, the "Demon Immortal of Corpse Control" - Fan Mo!"

"Hey, that's strange! It is said that this Sect Master Fan has a cold temperament and is obsessed with corpse refining all day long. He sleeps with dead bodies and never interferes with external affairs. He has a similar temperament to that of the Lord of Cangming Sect. Why would he care about this?"

"This is easy! In my opinion, although Sect Leader Fan appears cold and cruel, he has a chivalrous heart. Seeing that the Hehuan Sect plotted against the Xieji and Huanxi Sect, he felt indignant and came here to uphold justice!"

As soon as these words were spoken, countless wandering cultivators of the demonic path agreed.

There was an even greater awe and admiration in the look he gave to Sect Master Fan.

Even in the VIP seats, some high-ranking members of the eight demon sects nodded slightly with expressions of admiration while watching from the sidelines.

After all, few people have such a broad mind in the magic world!

At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a large crimson cloak and an iron mask that covered half of his face sneered in the crowd:

"A bunch of stupid low-class bugs! This is the Demonic Path! The Demonic Path doesn't talk about justice! Don't forget! What is the purpose of the Demonic Path Alliance Conference? It is to elect the leader!"

"According to the past practice of our Eastern Land, how is the leader of the Demonic Path selected?"

"Prestige, reputation, and qualifications are all bullshit!"

"One word—"

"Go up on stage and compete. There is no limit to the magic. Everyone must show off their abilities. Life or death is not a concern!"

"The one who wins in the end and looks down upon all the heroes in the audience will be the leader of the Demonic Path whom everyone wants and no one dares to disobey!"

At this point, the middle-aged man tightened his cloak and said with a cold and arrogant look:

"So, you bunch of fools, don't you understand yet?"

"Whether it's Ji Taimei who admitted his guilt and wanted to challenge the two sects on his own, or Fan Mo who seemed to be upholding justice at this moment, their real purpose is only one--"

"In front of the Eastern Land demons and the Paradise Palace today, I will defeat the masters of the eight major demon sects! I will take down the position of leader of the demon sect, drink with the Demon Emperor, and rule the world together!"

In the end, the man seemed a little excited, his tone was passionate, and he even drew out a blood-red magic sword from his waist!

"Wow, what this man said makes a lot of sense!"

"Hey, according to this gentleman, the deaths of Great Joy Bodhisattva and Li Qianjue may have nothing to do with Ji Taimei. He just took this opportunity to deal with these two major sects!"

"Yes! That's right! That's right! And! That Fan Mo can even turn his wife into a blood corpse. How can such a ruthless person uphold justice?"

The surrounding cultivators echoed and expressed their agreement.

For a moment, everyone's admiring gaze shifted to the middle-aged man who spoke.

At this moment, someone suddenly discovered something and asked:

"This man looks very familiar. He doesn't seem to be a casual cultivator from a mountain. May I ask which branch of the Eight Great Demon Sects you are in?"

"Humph, what are the eight great demon sects?"

The handsome man snorted coldly, and his voice became somewhat hoarse and haggard, like an octogenarian: "I have come to this world to rectify the entire mess of the Eastern Land Demonic Path!"

"ah?"

"My dear, were you talking just now?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

Indeed, the hoarse and vicissitudes of life, the old man's voice, was not like this half-pale scholar's face!

"Ahem, don't bother with me, that was just... the ventriloquism that I practiced."

The handsome middle-aged man slapped the iron mask on the right side of his face heavily, then wrapped his cloak tightly again and prepared to leave the crowd.

At this moment, a weird voice came, which made him frown and stop again:

"Tsk tsk, sir, if you have such great ability, now that Xieji, Huanxi, Hehuan, and Yinshi, the four masters, are confronting each other, why don't you take this opportunity to fight and deal with them all at once?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around him echoed and encouraged.

"Hmm? Are you questioning me?"

The middle-aged man turned around and looked coldly at the bald man who spoke with half of his fair and handsome face.

"I beg this lord to calm down!"

Frightened by the look, the bald man quickly apologized with a smile and waved his hand, saying, "It's not that we don't believe you! We just want to broaden our horizons!"

The handsome middle-aged man shook his bloody cloak and said sternly,

"Open your eyes?"

"Humph! You'll have a chance!"

"Nowadays in the East, any rotten fish or shrimp dares to call themselves the Lord. Do you understand the value of the old Demon Lord?"

As he spoke, he drew out the blood-red sword from his waist again and pointed it at everyone:

"First of all, I am not targeting you bunch of scumbags."

"In my opinion, everyone in the Paradise Palace today, including the leaders of the eight major demon sects -"

"It's all garbage!"

After saying this, he sheathed his sword, shook his cloak, and was about to leave in a domineering manner.

But he was stopped by the crowd!

"You can't leave!"

"Damn it! This is the devil's way! You just insulted us. Don't you think you can leave safely?"

The demon cultivators usually killed people at will and had violent tempers. They drew their weapons and magic tools and surrounded the man.

However, the man glanced at everyone with contempt, crossed his arms, and did not even intend to draw his sword.

"Out of the great love of the old demon lord, I advise you, little bastards, not to commit suicide."

"In addition, if you want to see my skills, you will have the chance later."

The man spoke every word with his domineering attitude.

He did not move.

The terrifying pressure that came towards them forced everyone to retreat!

"May I ask your Excellency?"

In the silence, the bald demon cultivator in the lead spoke again: "When do you plan to take action to suppress the eight major demon sects? We, the servants, can't wait to see your methods, the mysterious master."

"I just made it very clear, didn't I?"

The handsome man raised his eyebrows and looked down upon others: "The so-called leaders of the eight major demon sects are not worth a sneer in my eyes. I am waiting for someone."

"As long as I kill him, I will be the master of the East."

After hearing this, everyone was shocked and became more curious. They asked in unison: "Who? Who are you waiting for?"

"Bai-Qing-Ling."

The man only showed half of his face; his eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed out these three words viciously from between his teeth!

After saying that, he turned away.

And this time.

There was no one around who dared to interfere.

At that moment, it didn't matter what the identity of this mysterious middle-aged man was!

All the casual cultivators present were veterans who had been in the magic world for many years, and they all understood it.

According to the current ranking of the strength of the leaders of the eight major demon sects, the young leader of the Cangming Sect should be at the bottom.

But if we rank them based on the combat power of the sect's top-level groups!

Cangming Sect ranks among the top three!

Can a man who can regard the ruthless and powerful young demon king who has a sea of ​​blood chefs as his only opponent?

Could he be an ordinary person?

"Hey, that's strange."

The bald demon cultivator who was in the lead had a doubtful look on his face and muttered something.

"Hong Da Baldhead! What did you find out?"

Everyone asked quickly.

The bald man, Hong, said, "Didn't you notice that the magic sword this guy just used looked familiar?"

Another man in the crowd said:

"I found it! The blade of that sword is stained with demonic blood, and it is filled with evil spirits. There is also a barb on the blade, as if..."

"The sword of the Lord of Shura Hall of Cangming Sect, Jade-faced Demon Sword Immortal - 'Tianyin Blood Demon Sword'!"

"That's right! It should be Palace Master Ren; there's no way he can escape!"

Someone else echoed, "I used to be an errand disciple of the Cangming Sect. I ran away early because I feared being captured by Palace Master Bai and taken to the Blood Kitchen! Although that guy only showed half his face just now, he gave me a sense of déjà vu! It turned out to be Palace Master Ren!"

"That's even weirder!"

Someone asked, "Palace Master Ren and Palace Master Bai, both pillars of the Cangming Sect, why would they turn against each other and regard each other as enemies?"

"It's not Palace Master Ren!"

"If it was Palace Master Ren, why would he abandon his beautiful wife, not sit in the VIP seat, and hide among us casual cultivators?"

As someone raised this question.

Everyone turned their eyes to the stunning beauty wearing a fire phoenix dress on the first-floor seat of the Cangming Sect.

At this moment, she elegantly lifted her beautiful pair of black silk legs and talked with the sect leader Ye Hongyi beside her.

"Aunt, are we not going to do anything?"

Ye Hongyi looked at her calm and radiant aunt and said, "The Queen Mother Yin, who had always taken care of us, has finally met her end."

"The Queen of Yin will not end up like this."

Han Jinniang shook her head. "She just agreed to help the Xieji Sect and Huanxi Sect. It doesn't mean she will do it."

"Or"

"She never intended to make a move."

"ah?"

Ye Hongyi was puzzled and asked, "Then why did she fight with Ji Taimei? Why didn't she let him move the meeting venue and leave the palace?"

"For whom else?"

Han Jinniang curled her red lips and said, "For your charming godfather."

"Is this true or false?"

Ye Hongyi's pair of ice-blue pupils widened, and she was even more shocked: "But, if Queen Yin wanted to do this for Godfather, then why did Godfather let her hold back Ji Taimei?"

"Also, where is the godfather now? Aunt, don't you know anything about it?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly when she said the last sentence, and she lowered her head.

Yes.

She, Ye Hongyi, is not Xing'er, that kind of little fool!

Although she is unwilling to admit it in her heart.

But she felt that there was an ambiguous relationship between her godfather and her aunt!

It's because

their behavior along the way was too obvious!

"Are you asking me?"

While applying lipstick, Han Jinniang glanced at her niece and said with a half-smile, "Didn't you just say that your godfather loves you very much? Before he left, he went to see you but didn't tell you where he was going?"

"No."

Ye Hongyi shook her head. "It was already three o'clock that night when the Godfather came to my room, instructed me, and poured some liquid into Hongyi. Pah, pah, and then left in a hurry!"

"The next day, he disappeared along with Xing'er."

After hearing this, Han Jinniang frowned, and her face darkened instantly, "What? That man brought his little disciple with him again?"

"Ah, aunt, let's not talk about this now."

Seeing that her aunt was unhappy when she heard the name "Xing'er," Ye Hongyi suddenly remembered the crazy hangover foursome that night and quickly changed the subject:

"Aunt, I just saw a weirdo resembling my uncle."

"Um?"

Han Jinniang was stunned, and the solemn expression on her face deepened.

Just when she was about to ask something.

There are waves of terrifying power coming from the front!

Boom!

The violent evil power spread out from the podium in the center of the palace, tearing all the erotic paintings on the stone walls around the palace into pieces! In the

entire Paradise Palace, except for the masters of the eight major demon sects who could barely keep their bodies steady; the rest of the people were all shaken by this power and foamed at the mouth!

Han Jinniang stretched out her jade hand, condensed the power of the Fire Phoenix in her palm, and protected her niece.

There was smoke and chaos everywhere.

A panicked voice came:

"Run away!"

"The Queen of Yin is going crazy with killing!"

at the same time.

Sixiang Ji Palace, top floor.

Let the two disciples step aside.

Bai Feng entered the treasure room alone on the top floor.

Gazing at the magic sword hanging from the dome, it was completely azure blue and looked like it was made of crystal.

I don't know why.

At this moment, facing this magic sword, he seemed to have received some comfort and consolation. Deep in his soul, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

Just as he was about to leave his body and immerse his soul completely in the sword spirit, he was ready to read the past of the magic sword.

Suddenly.

A powerful wave of true energy rushed over in the direction of the Paradise Palace in the north, shocking him completely!

"Such a terrifying aftermath of power can only come from the work of a peak tribulation master!"

"Could it be that the Queen of Yin has taken action?"

"Oh my God, she won't kill Ji Taimei just for me, right?"

Bai Feng was shocked.

It was at this time.

"Da da da."

Behind me, footsteps were heard.

Bai Feng felt something was wrong.

Because!

His "Ancient Breath-Concealing Technique" was completely unable to detect the breath of the person who came!

He secretly practiced the Jiuyi Burning Heaven Technique and turned around without making a sound.

"Lin Mo? No, that's not right. It should be Her Royal Highness the Third Princess. "

Bai Feng looked at the girl of destiny who had changed her gender and was walking towards him with blurred eyes and stiff steps, like a soul-lost puppet.

Without caring about the dignity of the Demon Lord, he instinctively took a step back and took out the "Nine-Aperture Life-Shedding Cicada" that he had never used before.

Good!

He had a keen insight into this.

The Lin Mo'er in front of him was no longer Lin Mo'er!

Or rather

, a powerful and ancient female soul that had experienced the vicissitudes of thousands of years was temporarily occupying her body!

"Bai Qingling, we meet again."

"This magic sword."

"You... you are not destroyed?"

A familiar yet strange, slightly hoarse voice of a royal sister was heard.

Bai Feng's heart tightened, and he looked carefully.

Suddenly, the shadow of a black woman appeared above Lin Moer's head!

The woman had picturesque eyebrows, a high nose, and perfect facial features as if carved by a god. In terms of appearance alone,

she was the most perfect woman Bai had ever seen! Her

appearance was comparable to his in this life!

At this moment.

After searching his memory and finding no impression of the woman before him, Bai Feng could not help but start making bold inferences and guesses.

One second later.

Before the woman's spirit that occupied Lin Mo's body came to him, he had some ideas!

He frowned and whispered with a vigilant look:

"Mu"

"Mu Xinlan?"

As soon as these words came out.

The shadow of the woman in black in front of him suddenly condensed in the void!

The next moment, her beautiful yet majestic almond-shaped eyes were filled with illusory tears!

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