Under the man's wings that year, on the left was an old man holding a sacrificial weapon, and on the right was a slender ** girl, and the shadow of the man's wings between the two of them seemed a little blurred.

Wu Fei guessed that this was the Demon Lord, the Goddess and the High Priest of the Demon God Temple, and it was obvious that the real owner of the Demon God Temple should be the Demon Lord.

There are three cards on the altar, and these three cards are faintly glowing, but the light between them is very weak, and it takes a long time before it flashes slightly, if you don't pay attention, you think it's been dead and silent.

Wu Fei guessed that the card in the room may be the Demon Lord, the legend of the Demon Lord has disappeared for more than sixty years, it seems to be true, whether this demon is alive now, whether there is a Yin Spirit exists, it is still debatable.

There are three large chairs under the altar, the decoration of these three chairs is terrifying, its handles are two small skeletons, and the jade-like scales on the backrest are actually made of human bones.

At this moment, there are three big chairs, only a black-clothed and white-haired old man sits in the middle, this old man's face is gray, there is no blood at all, even the two lips are gray, as if he is a bloodless zombie from hell, and his neck hangs a string of gold silk black beads, these black beads are very large, shining with a dark light.

Behind the big chair, there stood five small guards, wearing crowned hats and motionless.

Wu Fei's heart was pounding, this white-haired old man was the Demon Dao High Priest Yu Ye he had met in Yunshan Pass, this guy's cultivation was unfathomable, the beads on his neck should be the golden silk black cloud essence, this is the best of the cloud essence, it is said that its space storage is unimaginable, and I don't know what treasures are in the private collection of the high priest of the night.

The incense smoke in the palace of the god king was filled, and there was a silver-haired young man standing next to the high priest of the night, this young man was none other than Peng Yikun, Peng Yikun stood there respectfully, his face was a little pale.

Wu Fei's divine sense swept by, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he found that Peng Yikun's cultivation had actually broken through to the fifth layer of the Dan realm.

The High Priest's gaze shot straight at him like a sharp blade.

"You're the little saint master of Dagu Amu?"

The sonorous sound of the night sounded.

"Yes, it's the disciple. ”

"Have we met somewhere?"

"The disciples have admired the demeanor of the high priest in the crowd, and it is the first time that they have met each other today. ”

"Okay, who are you studying and how old are you this year?"

"High Priest Qiqi, the disciple is the descendant of the Holy Master of Hesu, and he is exactly twenty this year. ”

Oh out in the night.

"No wonder, no wonder you are so powerful, where is the Holy Master of Hesu now?"

"High Priest Qiqi, the master and his old man's cultivation went mad, and he passed away last year. ”

Wu Fei answered according to the information given to him by the lord of the big flower domain, and asked a few more questions about Hesu at night, Wu Fei answered them one by one, and secretly shouted in his heart that it was dangerous, if it wasn't for the lord of the big flower domain to prepare these for him, he didn't know how to answer at all.

The High Priest of the Night nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that you killed a Grandmaster Yao Xiu this time, but is it true?"

Wu Fei bowed his head and apologized: "Yes, just because of this matter, Grandmaster Xin'a forced his disciple to make a move, and when he did it, I accidentally killed him." ”

The high priest of the night tilted his head and said to Peng Yikun: "Look at it, this little saint master is the same age as you, and his cultivation has also reached the realm of knotting, what do you have to be proud of, he is still a saint master-level medicine cultivator!"

Peng Yikun cast a jealous look at Wu Fei, he felt a little disdainful in his heart, and said secretly: "If I am also a medicine cultivator, I will definitely not be inferior to you, because I have refined the Heavenly Eye Bead!"

"High Priest, since this little holy master is so powerful, that young monarch wants to challenge him and fight with him. ”

Peng Yikun suddenly took a step forward and bowed to the High Priest of the Night.

The High Priest of the Night said angrily: "Nonsense, Amu Little Holy Master is going to fight against the Great Holy Master of Santi here tomorrow, what if you injure or kill him?"

Wu Fei's heart moved, and he said secretly: "Didn't the Lord of the Great Flower Domain want me to mess up the Demon God Temple to help him buy time, this Young Master of the Demon God Temple can just take advantage of it!"

In fact, Peng Yikun's real identity is the prince of the Palace of Light, he is the heir who came out of the Gate of Light, and the Gate of Light screens the heirs of the Demon Lord extremely strictly, and he can come out of it and pick one out of a thousand.

Peng Yikun said: "This Shaojun is not fighting with him now, and it is okay to wait for the Great Sage Master to finish fighting." ”

Wu Fei smiled slightly and said, "If the disciple wins tomorrow with the Great Sage Master of Doujian, accept the challenge of His Royal Highness!"

Peng Yikun only thought that Wu Fei was afraid, if he wanted to win Hailasanti, not to mention the entire Demon Dao, it was the Tianxing Continent, and no one had this strength yet, this kid was just making excuses.

The high priest of the night laughed and said, "Okay, very good, even if you lose the fight, I will also give you this opportunity, as long as you can win the young monarch, then the priest can consider giving you a chance to be the prince!"

Wu Fei was taken aback, he knew that the prince of the Demon God Temple was the successor of the demon lord, this prince was really not good, not only had to accept various challenges every year, but also had to deal with various calculations, and the most terrible thing was that he had to go through the screening of the gate of light, but at this time he was not easy to refuse, so he bowed down and said: "Thank you high priest for your love." ”

In the battle of Yunshan Pass, Peng Yikun did not perform well, and it can be said that the final fiasco was caused by him, so the high priest of the night wanted to put pressure on him.

Peng Yikun's eyelids jumped, he was the only prince in the Hall of Light, and the others were not eliminated by him, but were swallowed by the Gate of Light, and now a little holy master suddenly appeared, this guy's cultivation is not below him, and he is also a holy master of medicine cultivation, and it will be strange if the high priest is not partial in the future, and his heart can't help but kill, and he secretly said: "Even if you can come out of the gate of light, I will kill you too!"

The priest of Saran knew that the high priest was bribing Wu Fei, as long as he was not won over by the power of the goddess or the demon lord first, what if he gave a false name to the prince, anyway, the demon god temple did not lack the main candidate, and when the gate of light opened, he pushed him to death, and immediately stroked his palm and said: "Yes, so good!"

Wu Fei sneered in his heart.

A few people chatted a few words, and the high priest of the night got up and said to Peng Yikun: "Okay, Your Majesty the Young Lord, you can lead the little holy master Amu to walk around here casually, and arrange to rest in the Great Holy Palace tonight." ”

When Wu Fei heard that he was going to stay in the Demon God Temple for the night, he was secretly worried in his heart, he didn't know how Wu Xing'er's rescue was, if he let Dong Wei and them die here, he would never forgive himself.

Peng Yikun bowed and said, "Yes, High Priest!"

When the High Priest of the Night and the Priest of Saran left, Peng Yikun said to Wu Fei with a smile: "Little Holy Master, why do I think the two of us are very familiar?"

Wu Fei laughed and said, "The young master said that he was laughing." ”