In the Shenyu County City, in a majestic palace, although most of the area is magnificent and atmospheric, but in the core of the palace, it is a dark realm.

Next to the house were planted two frighteningly large old locust trees, which shaded the sky from the sky, and the layers of branches and trunks blocked the scorching light of the sun reflected in the sky.

The locust tree is already extremely yin, in the hands of some ghoul warriors, such a thousand-year-old locust wood is a good material for raising ghosts, even if these two giant trees do not have ghosts to store, but the thick yin qi contained in them still makes this world a lot darker.

In the gloomy tea garden, a thin skeleton-like figure appeared here without warning. He stepped in, and when he raised his hand to push open the wooden door, he was a little angry, and almost shattered the solid wooden door directly.

The one who appeared here was the Bone King who had just left the eastern city wall. One side of the royal road, but just on the city wall, he was stunned, and his mood was naturally not very happy, on the way back he had just come back, he had already destroyed a few waves of things that were not long-sighted.

Some of those who hit his moldy head were monsters, but some were human warriors. In such a chaotic place as the Far North, it naturally didn't take much effort to find out where a few cows and snakes were mixed.

By him, the supreme throne of one side is naturally very neat, as long as he lifts his palm, the figures will naturally stand in an instant.

There are also some more unlucky ones, who were directly waved away by him, but the flesh and skin were not damaged in the slightest, and the whole person directly lost support and became a human skin.

With the tenacious vitality of a warrior, even if they fall into such a situation, they may not be immediately fatal, but for them, such a feeling is probably worse than death.

Killed all the way, back to the palace, his mood didn't seem to improve much, if someone bumped into his eyes now, I am afraid he would have to bear the wrath of a martial king.

[You seem to be very angry, Ye Xuangu ......]

When he stepped into this dark realm, he suddenly remembered a voice that contained a bit of calm aura. The timbre of this voice is somewhat similar to Ye Xuangu, but it is not as hoarse as him, but there is a feeling of cold wind blowing dry bones, which is extraordinarily permeating.

The goosebump-inducing strange voice echoed in his ears, but Ye Xuangu didn't pay any attention to it as if he hadn't heard it, and even the expression on his face didn't change at all.

In fact, looking at his skeleton-like appearance, even if the expression on his face changes slightly, I'm afraid I can't see it.

[Since you're angry, why don't you kill that woman, with your cultivation, you should be able to completely suppress him, right?]

When this voice sounded, the expression on Ye Xuangu's face finally had a trace of waves, but it was quickly suppressed by him again, but the green light like ghost fire in his eyes was beating significantly larger.

[If you don't do it, is it because you are not sure?...... Are you scared?]

The strange voice seemed to have shaken his mind, and his voice was slightly quickened, and he said with a bit of a hint of striking while the iron was hot.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

A hoarse voice came out, and Ye Xuangu's footsteps were directly fixed there, and the green flames in his eyes flickered wildly.

"Don't use your ridiculous agitation method on the old man, although the old man has a trace of jealousy towards her, but he is far from the word 'afraid'!"

Ye Xuangu's voice was hoarse but a little domineering, even if they mentioned a throne in their verbal conversation, he still talked eloquently, which was probably the confidence of the superior.

"Shao Qianyu's realm is indeed lower than that of the old man, but that doesn't mean that she can be easy to deal with, this person's crazy years are not under the old man, and the reason why her realm is incomplete is because she has spent too much effort on foreign objects. ”

Her realm is more than a step lower than the old man, but her natal treasure "Peacock Feather" can be ranked in the entire dynasty, fighting head-on, although the old man can defeat him, but there is no certainty of killing. ”

Ye Xuangu's voice didn't change much, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely terrifying. A dignified throne, in his mouth, it was as if he was talking about a junior.

What is mentioned between words is no longer the theory of victory or defeat, but the killing or not killing, what a conceit.

"Hey, hey... Besides, the three-party dominance of the throne of the Divine Imperial County City has been maintained for many years, if the old man makes a move and wants to kill Shao Qianyu, how can King Jia's wall-top grass stand by and watch?"

【Wallhead Grass ......】

The strange ghostly voice repeated his words, which seemed to contain a bit of strangeness, but he did not continue, but said in a different direction.

[What's so difficult to suppress that woman, as long as you release the old man, you and I are one, and under the joint efforts of the two parties, who can stop it? I'm afraid that no one in heaven and earth would be able to think that you would be able to exert the power of the two thrones?

The strange voice was full of bewitchment, like a devil, trying to induce the man to open Pandora's box.

It's just that he forgot that he wasn't a devil at all, and the person he was bewitching at this time was a high-level throne that had cultivated to the heavens, and he wasn't an ordinary ordinary man.

"Hehe, if the old man uses your strength, while suppressing Shao Qianyu, you will also take advantage of it and capture Zhihai, right?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but he didn't lose his bearings, but said with a little mockery. As he spoke, a crystal white color also appeared in his right palm, and a palm pressed against his chest.

"The old man will never liberate you before the completion of the sacrifice, can you be the king of this flat-haired beast trapped in the empty mountain?

[Ahh

Ye Xuangu's palm seemed to contain indescribable power, and it instantly reflected his five internal organs through his body surface, and he didn't know where he arrived, making the strange voice distort in an instant.

[Ye Xuangu, you can't die well!]

The strange voice flowed again for a moment, and there was no longer any life, obviously suppressed by him, Ye Xuangu gently shook his palm, blocked the bright red handprint on his chest with his robe, and continued to walk forward as if no one was around.

No one but himself knew what had just happened, or what was hidden beneath the calm face of the throne.

The cold wind was still blowing on the ancient locust tree, rustling between the branches and leaves, and I don't know what it symbolized.