On the first day of the Demon Realm's Reverse Wheel Period, the monsters hadn't absorbed enough of the first demonic energy, but they were attracted to attention by another major event. And the thing that spreads faster and wider than the demonic energy is an old embarrassing thing:

There are two masters in the Demon Realm.

One hundred thousand years ago, the Lord of the Demon Realm was undoubtedly the Old Demon Venerable.

For 70,000 years, the Lord of the Demon Realm was undoubtedly the current Demon Venerable Xuanhu.

But today, the monsters are rusty, and the old devil respects the birth, so this demon throne, will Xuanhu continue to sit, or will he obediently return it to his father? Oh, it's a big problem, and I can't solve it thoroughly. Therefore, while meditating cross-legged and sucking demon qi to cultivate, they chatted about the Demon Venerable to pass the boring time.

When Jiu Mingmei returned to the magic capital, she saw that the wine shop had become a ruin, and a wave of anger rose in her heart, and she couldn't wait to tear and tear the sissy boy in Xuanhu immediately, hook the meat on the hook, and go fishing! As soon as she was about to rush to the Demon Palace, she heard a few pig-headed demons squatting on the street.

"Of course it's the Old Demon Venerable! My grandfather's grandmother's aunt's best friend's seventh uncle and grandfather said that 100,000 years ago, when the old demon venerable was in charge, our demon world was very strong, and even the Heavenly Monarch didn't dare to mess with us! ”

"That's right, when the old demon venerable is here, the gods above and the mortals below have to kowtow obediently when they see our demon realm! That guy, that day, the old man was bright! ”

"But in the end, didn't you let Dongjun behead? How many monsters have killed us. My brother's wife's uncle's eighth aunt and mother-in-law died in the wilderness. ”

The monsters were silent for a moment, pondering for a moment. I think there is some truth in what the latter said. After all, after Xuanhu ascended the throne, the demon world as a whole was relatively peaceful, and the monsters could live and work in peace and contentment. It's a good time to live like this.

It's just that the monsters are inherently warlike in their nature, and they simply live too peacefully to meet their psychological needs. At this time, if the old demon venerable who is addicted to killing and fighting returns, and then formulates a strategic policy to counterattack the heavenly realm, he may immediately envelop people's hearts.

They finished nagging the Demon Venerable and the Young Venerable. By the way, the plum god was also nagged in. What is the beauty of the plum god? not only hooked Xuanhu's soul, but even Shaozun, a baby who was more than 300 years old, did not let go. If they knew that the god Mei was hiding behind them, they would not know what virtue they were trying to bluff.

Jiu Ming smiled brightly, and Shi Shiran walked through the narrow path between the monsters. Continue towards the Demon Palace. I only heard a few screams. The pig-headed demon's left front hoof snapped off in unison. A stream of red blood erupted from the fracture, wetting the ground in large areas.

Dark demonic winds evaporated from cracks in the earth, rolling in blood. With the murderous aura of antiquity, fluttering and entangled.

Jiu Mingmei put her slender nails against her lips, stretched out her little tongue and licked it gently, oh, the taste of demon blood, I haven't tasted it for a long time. It doesn't matter if it's a transgression, a Xuanhu, or the mysterious little fat baby who is cute on the surface but is actually black-bellied, whoever dares to hurt her, she will make him ten times and a hundred times - blood debt and blood debt!

The inside of the Demon Palace is much quieter than the outside, like a cage made of black stones, dark and tense, no one dares to say a word, no one dares to do one more thing. Because if you do more than you would otherwise be killed, it will probably result in your death.

Almost all of the Demon Soldier Elite were dispatched, and based on their appearance, clothing, and mental leaders, it was probably clear that they belonged to two camps. First, no matter what race they come from, whether they are ugly or handsome, they are all black robes and black armor, and they have a unified black-edged spear, with a solemn expression, standing majestically in the middle, guarding this demon palace and the demon venerable Xuanhu who lives in it.

The second is a free and loose team, regardless of whether it is a horned demon or a fierce beast, they all maintain their original appearance, and their eyes are a little wild and uninhibited. This group of guys who protect the border is very much in line with Jiu Mingming's taste.

Monsters, how wild they come, everything is restrained, what's the point?

A fiery red figure deftly shuttled to the top of the Demon Palace, stepping on the roof tiles, shrugging the tip of his nose, and finally smelling the smell of the old barge. In addition, together with Feng Qianji, Jingren and Zonglanxia's flavors, they are also in the same direction - the Hanging Palace.

She smiled, landed on the roof of the hanging hall, walked lightly, silently lifted a tile, and looked into the main hall.

"I didn't discuss this matter with the Demon Venerable in advance, it's really my fault, and I'm willing to accept the punishment."

Yo he, there are times when Helan Mountain bows his head and admits his mistakes? He knelt on one knee in front of Xuan Hu, his black feather was still draped over his body, and he was hanging on the ground at this time, opening a beautiful fan-shaped arc.

"The father can return safely, and the left is a great achievement, and it is too late for the deity to reward him. Someone ...... come "Xuanhu's face was unexpectedly kind, "Reward the left demon gold ten thousand taels, three palaces, and ...... beauties"

It's really pompous enough to say it. When Helanshan heard this, his face did not change and his heart did not beat, so he accepted the reward and bowed to grace again. Jiu Mingmei held her little cheeks, feeling a little boring, but in places where power is concentrated, even the word "thanks" is not very sincere. This is true of the mortal royal family, the same is true of the heavenly court, and the same is true of the demon realm.

What interests her more is the old barge, or whether it should be renamed "transgression".

There are two honorific seats on the main hall, one sits on Xuanhu, and the other sits on Yuejiang. The two stood side by side, looking very harmonious. Sitting in the middle of the two of them is the fat baby Ami. He still played with the little pocket in his hand, patted it from time to time, and put his little ear to listen to the movement inside. If someone kicks his pocket, he giggles and laughs from ear to ear; If there was no movement inside, he opened the corner of his pocket to see if anyone inside had braided hair.

"Kun Wudou?" Jiu Mingmei was surprised, how could this thing be in Ah Mi's hands?

When it comes to the great god Kunwu, Jiu Mingmei is very familiar. This great god is the brother of the sun god Dongjun, because he has a free temperament, he refuses to accept the edict of the Heavenly Monarch, and he is even more unwilling to serve in the heavenly realm, and his whereabouts are always uncertain. But this does not prevent the great god from cultivating a powerful magic weapon, this Kun Wu looks at the ordinary tight, but there is almost no way to crack it. Don't you want to go back to the wind and stream first, and ask about the deeds of the great god Kunwu? Or, directly drag Dongjun, who is close in blood, to make a bloody cut?

"Mi, go back to your room."

At the end of the meeting, Xuan Hu ordered the maid to take Shaozun back to his own bedroom.

"The first time I saw my grandson, Hu'er, are you willing to let go?"

"Son...... Son ......" Xuan Hu paused and said, "Since it is the father's request, how can the son be allowed to refuse?" ”

(To be continued.) )