Qiu Man's words made Zhao Ting stunned, and asked curiously, "Who are you going to see?"

"A master of the Chamber. Qiu Man pursed his lips and smiled at him, full of amorous feelings, "This master is a rare god-level forging master, and even those adults in the Heavenly Tower have to treat each other with courtesy." ”

"Don't you like forging the most, this lord has recently had the idea of accepting apprentices, if you can worship under him and learn a trick and a half, you can eat it for a lifetime. ”

Seeing that every word and sentence in Qiu Man's words was from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Ting couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, and secretly said that although this kid is useless, his cousin is indeed good.

She's a good girl.

Before he could reply, Qiu Man had already taken his hand and led him out, and at the same time said, "What's the shock, let's go." ”

Zhao Ting couldn't help but smile as he watched her holding her white jade hand.

This girl, since she showed her her heart, her behavior has become more and more intimate, and she does not shy away from suspicion at all.

But this is also good, so that he can save himself from the careful thinking of guessing women.

The two of them went all the way out and came to the Darkmoon Inn in Mithril City.

This Dark Moon Inn is the property of a clan elder of the Hell Demon Clan, and it is also one of the highest standard inns in this Mithril City, and many masters who are not short of money will choose to live in the Dark Moon Inn when they come to the Immortal Fortress.

Anyway, in the memory of the enemy, he had never set foot in the Dark Moon Inn once.

There's no reason for it, it's just that there's no money.

After entering the inn and Qiu Man explained his intentions, the innkeeper politely took them to a side room on the second floor.

Knock Knock Knock –

Knock Knock –

"Is Mr. Feng here?" the innkeeper asked aloud, "A girl surnamed Qiu came to look for you, saying that she had made an appointment with you." ”

Moment.

A faint voice sounded in the room: "Here it is." ”

Unhurried footsteps sounded.

The door was opened, and the figure of a middle-aged man stood at the door, his face was cold, and a pair of eagle eyes showed a turquoise color, like the color of emerald gemstones, bright and clear, which was very eye-catching.

The man was dressed in a wide black robe, and all parts of his body were covered in sleeves except for his head, which looked a little strange on this hot day.

Qiu Man bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Master Feng." ”

The middle-aged man nodded lightly, with a look of arrogance, and he didn't even look at Zhao Ting behind Qiu Man.

It was Zhao Ting, whose eyes quietly looked at the middle-aged man's face, and an imperceptible discoloration flashed in his eyes.

"This is my brother's hatred, I heard that the master has the intention of accepting apprentices this time, so I came to see the master. Qiu Man pulled Zhao Ting with a smile and introduced it to the middle-aged man, "Xiao Yuan, don't you say hello to the master?"

Seeing Zhao Ting's look of looking up and down, quite impolite, Qiu Man frowned and hurriedly helped him cover up.

Zhao Ting smiled meaningfully, arched his hand at the middle-aged man, and said lightly: "I've seen Master Feng." ”

Although it was said to be a salute, there was not the slightest hint of respect in his tone, like... It's like I'm looking at some kind of strange thing.

The playfulness in his eyes was so strong that even the middle-aged man in the black robe noticed it, frowned, and said unhappily: "Qiu Fairy, if Brother Ling is ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ting suddenly stepped forward and interrupted him, pinched Qiu Man's white little hand lightly, and said with a smile: "Cousin, I want to talk to this Master Feng alone, you can avoid it first." ”

He bit the three words "Master Feng" very hard, and at the same time looked at Qiu Man with a very resolute attitude and nodded to her.

Although Qiu Man was a little unsure, he still chose to believe in his cousin, bowed to the middle-aged man, and slowly withdrew.

But after Qiu Man's figure disappeared, Zhao Ting closed the door of the wing room, walked in by himself, sat on the mahogany round stool in front of the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Sit down, Master Feng. ”

Seeing Zhao Ting's anti-guest appearance, it was obvious that he was fearless, the middle-aged man's brows furrowed even tighter, and said, "We've met, what do you want to talk to me about?"

He asked two questions in a row, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Ting.

Zhao Ting smiled, turned to him and said lightly: "Lord Ghost Emperor is really a noble person, he forgot about Zhao so quickly." ”

There was a faint divine power on his body that condensed and dissipated, transforming himself into his original face.

The middle-aged man, no, it should be said that the Ghost Emperor's pupils froze, and the fist hidden in the wide black robe couldn't help but clench a little, stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be you!"

How could he forget about Zhao Ting?

If it weren't for Zhao Ting, together with Bai Yun and others, who fell into the well and beat the water dog, how could he not even suppress the seal inside his body and release a sealed evil thing.

Releasing evil things not only means that his strength has regressed, but also causes him to be reprimanded and disfavored by the bigwigs in the clan.

How can he not be angry, how can he forget?

On the other side, Zhao Ting recognized him from the special aura on his body the first moment he saw the Ghost Emperor.

Even though the Ghost Emperor's face at this time was not similar to his face on the Ancestral Star, or even completely different, the aura of their Underworld Clan was too scorching, like a blade.

Normal demons are covered by thick demonic qi both inside and outside the body, whether it is a normal use of demonic qi to wash and forge the body, or use demonic qi to fight enemies and cultivate, they can't escape the use and absorption of demonic qi.

And the aura on this ghost emperor's body is indeed very different from the demonic qi, but a faint but unusually clear ghost qi.

A low-level demon might not be able to detect it, but Zhao Ting could see it clearly.

He arched his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, Lord Ghost Emperor, the reunion of our old friends is fate, let him disperse with the wind." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all, looking a little thirsty.

The Ghost Emperor sat down in front of him with a cold face, and sneered: "Whoever reunites with you as an old friend, I have to wait to see you die." ”

"I didn't expect you to be a member of the Hell Demon Clan, so it makes sense to escape from that old ghost. ”

He looked at Zhao Ting, carefully observed the aura on his body for a while, and said, "Since you are sitting here intact, it means that your strength is good, no wonder you can find my disguise." ”

Zhao Ting pursed his lips and said in his heart, you have a disguise of a hammer.

Just this wide black robe? I really think that if you cover your face, others will not be able to see through your identity of the Hades clan.

But he endured it and still didn't say it.

The Ghost Emperor glanced at him, and couldn't help but ask, "What about the old ghost?"

As a sacred Hades clan, although he was carrying some kind of unspeakable mission to the Ancestral Star, he was unable to do it when he saw the living beings on the Ancestral Star die.

At the beginning, the balance of the seal in his body was completely unbalanced under the attacks of Zhao Ting and Bai Yun, and he was forced to return to the Netherworld first, otherwise, it would not be just the "old ghost" that ran out of his body, but many more terrifying evil things.

Therefore, after he returned to the clan, he immediately told the news to the bosses of the Hades clan, hoping that they would be able to make up for the mistakes he had made.

He knew that the evil thing that escaped from his body was harmful to the creatures on the ancestral star, and once he was allowed to grow up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

On the Ancestral Star, he couldn't think of anyone other than the Sea Dragon King who could deal with that thing, and even, the Sea Dragon King might not be the opponent of that thing.

As soon as he said this, the people of the Hades clan naturally realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately organized an advent ceremony to prepare to break through the boundary and go to the ancestral star.

But when they arrived at the ancestral star in a hurry, and were about to use twelve points of strength to seal the old ghost, they found that they couldn't find the old ghost.

In other words, the breath of the old ghost completely disappeared into the void, and there was no news, which was really difficult to trace.

After staying on the ancestral star for half a month, he really couldn't find the old ghost, so the people sent by the Hades clan to seal the old ghost gave up and returned to the Netherlands.

Since then, that old ghost has become the heart disease of the Ghost Emperor, and he has always been afraid that the old ghost will gradually grow and develop on the ancestral star, and finally go to the Netherworld to seek revenge on him.

Fortunately, nothing like this happened, and as time went by, his heart finally calmed down.

But now that he saw Zhao Ting again, those dusty memories were touched again, and he couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.

Zhao Ting glanced at him and said lightly: "I killed him." ”

The Ghost Emperor's heart was relieved when he heard this, and he looked at Zhao Ting's gaze with some gratitude, and said, "I guess that's the case." ”

Now that he saw Zhao Ting in the Immortal Fortress, and Qiu Man was in front of him, he naturally regarded Zhao Ting as a member of the Prison Demon Clan, and thought that the Zhao Ting on the Ancestral Star was just a doppelganger of the one in front of him.

Although it is a clone, this one of the five royal families from the demon clan naturally will not be able to take a monster that has been sealed for a long time and is extremely weak.

As a royal family, isn't it easy to clean it up?

Seeing him bow his head, Zhao Ting knocked on the table and began to ask, "It's time for me to ask, what is your intention in not staying in the Netherlands, but pretending to be a forging master to sneak into the Immortal Fortress?"

"Do you want to do that spy?"

The Netherworld is a very special place, similar to the Starry Sky Secret Realm of the Protoss, and within it is the living place of the hidden race of the Hades Clan.

They do not belong to Hell or the Human World alone, but both the Hell and the Human World have entrances to the Netherlands.

The entrance to the world is naturally the abyss.

As long as the monk is strong enough, he can naturally enter the Netherworld through the obstacles of many demons and monsters in the Abyss.

However, the entrance to the underworld is very sparse and ordinary, above the northern snowfield of the mountain demons.

Although the Underworld is a hidden race, the young people of the clan are always unable to keep a complete low profile, and they can often be seen walking out of the northern snowfields and appearing in the underworld.

Their cultivation method is also very strange, that is, sealing monsters, as well as those evil things that come from nowhere.

The more monsters are sealed in their bodies, the stronger they become.

Of course, monsters are not found everywhere, and you need to carefully track the movements and traces of monsters one by one.

It's just that Zhao Ting thinks about it, the range of activities of your Underworld Clan is far away in the Northern Snow Plain, no matter how much you track down the monsters, you won't be able to track down the immortal fortress in this extreme west, right?

The distance between these two places is hundreds of thousands of miles, and even with the strength of his original body, he can't reach it in less than a month and a half.

Therefore, he concluded that the Ghost Emperor must have some ulterior secret when he infiltrated the Immortal Fortress this time pretending to be a forging master.

Maybe it's something to do with the Hell Demon Clan...... If that's the case, he doesn't mind helping the Ghost Emperor add fire, and then kill him with his hands.

In short, letting the Ghost Emperor and the people of the Hell Demon Clan eat dogs is what he is happy to see.

The Ghost Emperor avoided his scrutinizing gaze, shook his head, and said, "I came here in search of the aura of an evil creature, not to have any bad thoughts about your Hell Demon Clan, don't misunderstand, Your Excellency." ”

After a pause, he said again: "I deliberately hid my identity incognito, but I didn't want to startle the snake and let the evil thing run away." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Ting pinched his face, feeling a little bored, "How can you be sure that evil thing is hiding in the immortal fortress?"

He originally thought that the Ghost Emperor had entered the Immortal Fortress to do something, but now it seemed that this was not the case, which made him a little disappointed.

The Ghost Emperor didn't explain much, but just took out a blood-stained long sword made of white bone spine, with a ghostly aura on his body, and drew a strange and complicated divine pattern in the air with the sword.

Moment.

The Divine Pattern was drawn, and the Ghost Emperor did not hesitate, biting the tip of his tongue was like a mouthful of blood shot at the Divine Pattern.

Buzz –

The divine pattern quickly turned, and the jet-black brilliance on it almost illuminated the entire side room.

Eventually, the pattern froze, and a vague figure appeared within the pattern, projected into the air.

It was a white-haired old man in a luxurious purple robe.

The old man's face was tough, but there was a faint black gas mixed between his eyebrows, and his eyes were inexplicably gloomy, giving people a strange sense of disobedience.

And in the old man's body and in the sea of knowledge, Zhao Ting vaguely saw a black faceless mist shadow with no body shape dancing his teeth and claws, roaring.

With Zhao Ting's eyesight, it can naturally be seen that the scene in this divine pattern is not false, and the white-haired old man has also been eroded and manipulated by the black fog shadow in his body, leaving only a shell.

Seeing the faceless ghost's arrogant and distorted demeanor, somehow, Zhao Ting felt a flustered inexplicably.

What kind of weird thing is this?

He also knew the white-haired old man in the picture, and even saw it that day in the Congress Square.

He is a deacon in the Tower of Babel of the Immortal Fortress, and he is also a member of the Demon Clan of the Hell Suppression, and he has cultivated to the realm of true demon perfection, and he is only one foot away from entering the realm of the Demon Lord.

But with such strength, I don't know when the demon spirit and the sea of knowledge have been silently eroded by this black shadow evil thing, which makes people feel a little hairy.