It is rare that the Demon Palace is not lit up, and the Futu Realm on weekdays is like dusk during the day, and there is a trace of glow in the turbid sky today, slightly red.

This psychedelic glow entered the Demon Palace, and through the hollow ventilation windows on the roof, it illuminated a heavy and majestic throne in the main hall.

On the throne sat an old man with a white beard. The old lord has an impermanent temperament, and now no one dares to approach this demon palace at will.

So no one noticed that their old lord had a lot of tenderness in his eagle-like eyes at this time, and he was looking down at his palm, looking lonely.

Obsidian held an object in his hand, the size of his palm. The rubbing is very smooth and warm - the shape seems to be a wish, but it is not like the ordinary Ruyi is an auspicious cloud head, but it is made into a funny laughing monkey beckoning, very vivid and full of interest.

This wishful handle is engraved with a line of small characters: Jun knows nothing, willing to meet in exchange for immortality, and the word "pupil" is below.

Dim Yao remembers that when they were children, there was a very famous young musician named An Jiu in the Futu Realm. This song was written by him, and Qin Yutong at that time was very yearning for the artistic conception in it, and often mentioned to him that he wanted to live the life of an ordinary man and a weaver.

So if he goes out to fight, she will wait for him as foolishly as the woman in the song.

"Feather Hitomi ......." Obscure's fingers swiped the words one by one: "I wish to exchange immortality for each other, isn't what you want to think of me?" Who are you going to meet? ”

Reminiscing about sadness. There was a commotion in the hall, a flash of light flashed in his dark eyes, and he turned his palm to put away the monkey Ruyi. The other hand moved imperceptibly under the robe.

An apparition of a kneeling man appeared in the air ahead, seemingly in a sea cave formed by a reef by the sea. A voice with some respect and fear sounded: "Your Excellency...... Subordinates have important things to report! ”

"Hmm." Obsia spoke noncommittally, his eyes staring straight at him. The eyes are cold and emotionless.

Although the person who was far away in the other world lowered his head, he also seemed to be able to feel this invisible coercion, and his head was lowered, but he did not dare to speak.

This person is the illusion of the Demon Throne Emissary who was so frightened by the Magic Bean Ding that he ran away. He didn't expect that after he escaped, Chongli, who was supposed to die, would come back to life after the thunderstorm! He even escaped into another dimension.

Chongli is immortal, Chongli's divine power will eventually return to the Yuanding Continent, this sin is too big, he should have killed Chongli with his own hands, but he ran away when it was clearly within reach, this crime is afraid that he will not be able to give up.

The illusion knew that he would not survive, but he thought that he was the only one who had seen the Holy Child, and perhaps the old lord would spare his life in this matter.

Secretly Yao looked at the person in front of him, and he already saw the expression of a dead man—these people didn't know how much effort it took him to trap Chongli in the first place: the god had no mortal desires in his heart, and he first lured mortals to make mistakes and messed up Chongli's Dao heart, so that he could take advantage of it to make her fall into love.

Then step by step to guide her into her own trap, Chongli has an obsession in his heart, unwilling to get out of his own trap, just in his arms, with his own divine power for a hundred years to raise the mirage he made, although there is no regret in death, it is a good result of your love and me.

But these people poured it well, and brought all the meat to his mouth, and even made the cooked duck fly, so that he could not be angry!

The illusion was so oppressed by the invisible threat that it fell to the ground with a thud, its face pressed against the black reef, and the green demon blood flowed out, and it was extremely painful, and he hurriedly wanted to release his own magic mist to relieve himself a little pain.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Obsidian's eyes. The fingers under the robe moved slightly.

The illusion didn't expect that those usually tame magic fogs, once released, would stand around and not move. After a while, the mist people born by the demonic mist stretched out their hands and pounced on him.

Counterattacked by the demonic mist released by himself, this is the first time, he has always stood behind the demonic fog and watched others suffocate to death, and now he actually tasted this suffocating smell, and the fishy and strong demonic mist gradually filled his chest like substance.

The phantom gulped a big breath, but in exchange for unbearable suffocation.

No......, no, he hasn't played his own card to avoid death, why did he die like this?

The phantom's eyes protruded, the undersides of his eyes were blue and black, and he rolled back and forth in pain on the ground with his neck pinched.

He spoke hoarsely with difficulty, barely able to make a sound: "Honorable...... Lord, spare ....... I...... Saw ...... Holy Child. ”

Obsia tilted his head, he didn't hear too clearly, but the word "Holy Child" was very clear. The Demon Holy Child is an honorific title that can only be possessed by the bloodline of the Venerable Lord, is it .......

Obsia stood up and waved his hand, the sleeve of his robe brushing over the illusion.

The illusion bet was right, the monster dispersed in an instant, his chest was light, he breathed heavily, and his heart was full of fear for the rest of his life. However, the next words were said very smoothly because of survival: "If the subordinates are not mistaken, it must be the blood of the lord." ”

Others don't know what happened back then, but his illusion is known, and others say that the old lord left sadly after the death of the empress, so he disappeared. But the fact is that the Empress Zun didn't know why she didn't get along with the Lord, so she secretly used the Lord's multicolored stone, opened the door and went to the Yuanding Continent.

The old lord immediately followed her to find her, and most of the aftermath after he left was left to him.

My blood is ....... My blood is .......

Dim Yao didn't speak, but he repeated these four words back and forth several times in his heart, and his steps were a little trembling, like a real old man.

The Holy Infant ...... is a baby .......

In this way, it is the descendant of the child that Yu Tong gave birth to on the Yuanding Continent, the child of their child, isn't that his grandson? He also has a successor.......

"Hahaha-"

The relenting illusion suddenly heard the Venerable Lord who had stepped behind him laugh, and this smile contained infinite grief and tears of joy.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, shaking his scalp for a while, and his heart couldn't help but feel some unusual coldness - such an old lord was really terrifying.

But that's exactly what he is, he's the one they should follow, isn't he?

Knowing that he had escaped, the illusion immediately turned over and knelt down again, saying, "It was the subordinates who didn't do anything well before. But the subordinates implore the lord to let the subordinates bring the holy child back and come back to be punished! ”

His loyalty was just right. Obsidian was shocked by the news, and for a moment ignored what big mistakes he had made before. I'm thinking about bringing my grandson back.

Seeing that he was silent, the illusion begged again: "I only ask the Lord to give his subordinates the colorful glazed stones, so that his subordinates can bring the Holy Child back to the Lord!" ”

Now the interception can only come and go: the orders they received before they came were to arrive at the Yuanding Continent and wait for the arrival of a large army to occupy this place together.

But he knew that the Venerable Lord was able to shuttle between the Yuanding Continent and the Futu Realm before, with the help of the power of a treasure - that is, the Lord's multicolored glazed stone that he got out of nowhere, which was the same magical mystery as he could know how to shuttle between the two worlds.

This mystery made the clansmen respect Obsia even more, and believed that he was the noble master of the Demon Clan.

Obsidian walked back and forth a few times, and said in a deep voice: "The multicolored stone, five hundred years ago, can no longer be used. "Otherwise, how could he return to the Floating Slaughter Realm and keep looking for a way to open the door again.

But....... Now that his exercises have been successful, can he give it a try?