The Realm, the Demon Capital.

For a few months, this newly rising giant city was still dusty, and various buildings were erected, and even in order to speed up the construction progress, even the cultivators of the Linghun Stage joined in the construction.

Here, it's thriving.

It is a city that is completely different from other horn clans.

In the ruling palace, the Blood Demon Lord is dealing with the affairs of the city, this strong man who was once addicted to cultivation, in order to make up for the regrets in his heart, and also to find a good way to control his own will.

He chose to join the WTO.

"Lord!"

A graceful female horn came and called softly.

"Bu Du Sha, what's the important thing in the city today?" said the Blood Demon Venerable with a smile.

Since he really threw himself into this 'job', he has found that he has a lot more smiles than before.

Budu Sha smiled softly and replied, "There are three major events in the city today, and one of them still needs to be seen by the Lord himself. ”

"I know that it is the 'Birth Festival' of my clan, and I promised my clan that I would definitely go to participate. The Bloody Venerable said, "What about the other two?"

Bu Du Sha said: "The other thing is about the spirit rice, recently Lord Dake transported the last batch of spirit rice away, the current spirit rice in the demon capital is only enough to support a month, but I have ordered the people below to buy the blood spirit bead with all their might, according to the current progress, it is not a big problem to support it for half a year." ”

"The last thing is about the arrangement of the 'royal envoy', the royal envoy will come in three days, if the king does not appear, I am afraid that the royal envoy will be unhappy. ”

At the mention of the royal envoy, Bu Dusha's face was full of worry.

The tribes of the realm are brutal by nature, especially the horn tribe.

As the king's envoy, every envoy is not easy to get along with, and if there is no king, as long as the king's envoy is unhappy, he can destroy this unbuilt giant city in a minute.

"I see, if the king does not return, you and I will receive the king's envoy. The Blood Demon Lord muttered.

Budusha nodded, it seems that this is the only way for now.

A few hours later, the Lord of the Blood Demon appeared in a huge square, the floor of the square was paved with the finest stone, clear as a mirror, and the square was full of joyful human races.

Everyone sang and danced to celebrate one of the most solemn festivals of the human race, the Death Day.

According to legend, the first human race to appear in the earthly realm was born from the 'blood water' of the sky, like a blood-stained corpse, hence the origin of this festival.

Here, there is no wealth and humility, everyone gets together to eat, drink and have fun.

After all, the identity of the Bloody Lord is there, and every human race who meets him will deliberately remain humble, but even so, the Bloody Lord is still satisfied, because at least everyone has not alienated him or feared him.

For two or three nights, the Terrans celebrated tirelessly.

Just as the Bloody Lord was about to leave and discuss with Budusha about welcoming the royal envoy, Budusha hurried over.

"The King's Envoy is coming!"

Budusha said anxiously: "The person in charge of delivering the message said that the royal envoy seems to be very unhappy. ”

The Blood Demon Lord frowned and said, "Didn't the 'Three-Headed Demon God' sculpture made of high-grade spirit stones left by the Great King be sent in advance?"

The sculpture is three zhang high, and the whole body is made of high-grade spirit stones, in terms of value alone, it is worth hundreds of top-grade spirit stones, and more importantly, such a large, complete medium-grade spirit stone, not to mention the earth realm, even the cultivation realm is extremely rare, and the value is almost immeasurable when converted into spirit coins.

Didn't that please the king?

The envoy was very happy to see the spirit stone sculpture, but somehow, his face suddenly changed. Budosha panicked.

It was the king's messenger, the king's messenger.

Not to mention identity, in terms of strength alone, it is also the most top-level existence.

Even the realm of the Silver Horn King's Lingding Period is not worth mentioning in front of the royal envoy.

Now what?

Everyone has no clue, even the always calm Blood Demon Lord has lost his bearings, what he is worried about is not himself, but the people of all races in the entire Demon Capital, in the realm where the strong are respected, it is not unheard of to destroy the city and slaughter hundreds of millions of living beings because of the anger of a strong man.

If the king wants to do this, who can stop him?

It's too late.

The people singing and dancing in the Terran Square and the people of all ethnic groups in all corners of the city or selling goods or purchasing equipment sensed at the same time, and a breath of destruction swept over the world.

"He's coming!" muttered the Blood Demon Lord.

In the information they had received in advance, they had a very high opinion of this envoy, in short, this envoy could be regarded as a reasonable person, although there were problems inherent to most horn cultivators.

For example, he discriminates against women or does not take the lives of the weak into account, but he keeps his promises to those who are qualified to talk to him.

And here, who is qualified to talk to him?

Even if it's the Silver Horn King, it's probably not qualified.

"The thirty-seventh king of the Red Fire Territory has sent Lord Mogan to arrive!"

In the midst of the apprehension, a sound like thunder and a monstrous voice rolled in.

Swish!~

Almost at the same time, all the people of all the tribes in the Demon Capital fell to their knees, not even having the courage to raise their heads.

No one feels honored, and the stronger the person, the more uncertain it represents.

The king's envoy Mogan's car was a puppet elephant corpse, hundreds of feet high, and beside him stood twelve horned giants as high as 100 zhang, like an ancient killing god, guarding the king's envoy Mogan.

"Shave!"

A cold voice came slowly, accompanied by an arc of dark energy, like cutting through fragile paper, easily annihilating the people of the Demon Capital within several square kilometers.

Everyone panicked.

But he didn't dare to move, so he could only look helplessly left and right, or dare to peek at the small but majestic figure in the distant sky.

Holding back his anger, the Bloody Lord led the powerhouse of the Demon Capital to the king envoy Mogan.

This powerful envoy is not as huge as his guards, but has a sense of human déjà vu, and the whole looks like a young man of the human race about twenty, except that he has no hair, and the gray matter on the top of his head explains his identity.

"The Blood Demon Lord led everyone in the Demon Capital to greet the king's envoy!"

Thousands of people saluted in unison, and the king made Mogan stand on top of the corpse of the puppet elephant, his face expressionless.

"Where is your king?"

The king asked Mogan coldly.

The Blood Demon Lord and Budusha glanced at each other, and seemed to understand the source of the king's envoy's anger, but the king was obviously not in the demon capital, when did he offend the king's envoy?

"The king's envoy, the king went out to practice, and was not in the city. The Bloody Lord explained.

"Humph!"

"It's good not to be in the city!~"

Hearing this, the king made Mogan instantly exposed, and another palm was split, and a darkest energy greater than just now was annihilated in the center of the city, and as far as the eye could see, in the center of the prosperous city, except for a huge deep pit, how could there be half a life existence.