The small world is far west.

This is the territory of the demon clan, the demon clan, originally entrenched in the west of the small world, and after the war, the demon clan took the headquarters as a point with a very fast degree, and quickly accepted the surrounding races and territories and became their territory.

Of course, wars cannot all be satisfying, and the demon clan's foreign wars are also won and lost. But overall, there were more victories. This is also the reason why the Demon Clan is proud of this, as for those defeats, they don't care, because they believe that it won't be long before they can win back again.

And at this time, a message came from afar.

As soon as this news spread, the entire demon clan shook.

"What? Black Sword defeated?"

"How is this possible? How can Black Sword lose?"

"In the East? Did the elves do it?"

The news of the Black Sword's defeat spread throughout the Demon Clan in an extremely short period of time.

Although Ning Wangyang has not been in the Demon Clan for a long time, his name has already resounded throughout the Demon Clan.

And this fame was killed by him with both hands.

Although outsiders will be more or less prejudiced against the Demon Clan, it is an indisputable fact that within the Demon Clan, the competition is fierce.

Here, if you don't have extraordinary skills, you can't survive.

Although in name, the demon clan still prohibits the use of force at will internally, but in secret, the intrigue is continuous.

Assassinations, sneak attacks, and the competition for territory between branches is even more fierce.

Many races say that the Terrans are the race that likes infighting the most, but compared to the Demon Race, the Terrans are still much worse.

However, unlike the Terrans, this kind of infighting is tacitly acquiesced.

Because there is competition, there will be growth. As long as this internal competition is controlled within a certain range, the demon clan will continue to emerge strong people.

This is the rule set by the demon king himself who sits in the deepest palace.

And Ning Wangyang, under this cruel competition, stubbornly killed his own fame and territory.

In the Demon Clan, even a powerhouse of the Great Scorching Heat level was reluctant to provoke this madman.

Because if this guy really makes a move, he really won't care about any consequences.

And I don't know why, the Demon King seems to be very partial to this guy who doesn't follow the rules, so everyone is more and more afraid of this man.

However, this time he was defeated.

Within the Demon Clan, many people secretly gloated.

Similarly, there are people who are worried. If even Ning Wangyang is defeated, then how many strong men will the Demon Clan have to send next time to level the east?

Of course, there are only a few people who are worried about this.

For these demon clans, seeing others unlucky was originally an extremely pleasant thing.

Of course, pleasure is pleasure, and such a major event still has to be reported.

So, under the transmission level by level, in the end, except for a pair of demon horns, the appearance of the demon clan is almost no different from that of ordinary humans, with the news, walked into the deepest palace of the demon clan.

I don't know for what reason, although the Demon King has taught the Demon Clan a lot of things, he has formulated a very standardized plan for each clan. He also showed his powerful power, which was almost invincible in the eyes of these demons.

However, the demon king never seemed to know what enjoyment was.

For many years, I stayed in this palace and was isolated from the world.

Only when he has any plans or tasks will he ask others to do it, and most of the time, he stays quietly in this palace, sitting in silence on the throne.

There were no servants, no maids, and even the guards were all outside the palace.

He was left alone, in this dead palace.

"King!"

Walking into the palace, the pale-skinned demon clan fell to one knee respectfully.

"What's the matter?" said a voice from inside the somewhat dark palace.

The voice wasn't old, it sounded a little younger.

The Great Demon with Scorching Strength was still kneeling on the ground, not even daring to get up, and said respectfully: "My subordinates have just received the news from below that the Black Sword has been defeated in the east. ”

"Oh, did the Black Sword lose?" the voice seemed to be a little puzzled, "Are there any details? Who did he lose to, and how?"

"My king, we haven't received much news. It's just that I know from some other sources that it is not the queen of the elves who defeated the black sword. ”

"It's not Patricia, there are others stronger than Patricia?" the Demon King seemed a little surprised, and then said, "Okay, I see, you can get out." ”

"Yes!"

"That's right. The Demon King's indifferent voice came: "Let you sheep horn clan be honest lately, and it's okay to bully the new joiners, but if you eat them all, their job will be solved by yourself." ”

"Genus...... The subordinates understood. ”

"Alright, let's get out. The Demon King's indifferent voice came.

When the horn demon walked out of the palace, he realized that his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

Not daring to turn his head back, the claw demon rushed towards his clan at the first time.

"Did the Black Sword also lose? I used to like this little guy a lot, but it's a pity. ”

In the palace, there was a gentle sigh from the Demon King, and then, the sighing stopped, and behind the Demon King's throne, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, and then slowly opened to both sides.

Behind the throne is a gate!

Outside the gate, I couldn't see what it was, but all I could see was a vague chaos, as if nothing existed.

Slowly stepping to the door, the Demon King gently stretched out a hand.

It was a hand that was almost indistinguishable from a normal human, except for a fairer hand.

Gently placed on the chaos, you can clearly see that being touched by the demon king, as if touching something, in that chaos, endless storms are surging towards this side.

In an instant, the hand of the Demon King was wrapped.

However, no matter how these storms cut, they could not hurt a single hair of the Demon King's hand.

And the Demon King's gaze did not pay attention to his own hand, but looked at the place behind the storm in the chaos.

There, a tiny black crack appeared.

"Has the boundary gate been destroyed? After waiting for so many years, it seems that this moment has finally been waited for by me. ”

Under the blurred face, there was a light smile that was enough to make both men and women intoxicated.

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