This sudden change made everyone vigilant, and they all looked around, beware of a sudden attack by their secret enemy.

At this time, the text department showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "It's finally here......"

Then, under the light purple fog, there was a dazzling light outside the door, and then accompanied by a series of metal collisions, and there were bursts of footsteps......

It seemed that a wind was blowing, and Ge Dong, who was closest to the door, felt a chill behind him, and he felt very clearly that the owner of the footsteps was standing firmly behind him at this time!

Suddenly, a fleshless palm silently climbed onto his shoulder, gently pushing it away, as if Gedong was in its way.

When this was done, Ge Dong did not act rashly, but when a humanoid skeleton with various weapons and a broad-bladed giant axe on his head passed in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp.

The strangeness in this dense fog is seen in the eyes of everyone in the main hall, but except for a few people in the embers of doom, they don't know what it is, whether it is friend or foe, what is the matter here?

After a while, the dense fog in the hall gradually dissipated, and it was only then that the body of the living skeleton could be seen clearly......

The most conspicuous thing is the broad-bladed giant axe on its head, as if it indicates that it died because of this, its bones are inlaid with similar treasures, a pair of huge bone wings on its back, and countless cold weapons that exude killing intent are listed......

With a lamp pole in his left hand and a giant scythe in his right hand, if it weren't for the large object stuck in his head, he would have escaped a god of death from hell!

It slowly walked to the center of the main hall and stood still, by this time the dense fog had dissipated, and the living skeleton turned its head to look around, and then turned slightly bulky to face the writing department, and walked towards it with seemingly difficult steps.

Seeing this, the muscles of his face twitched, and he cursed in his heart: Di Ling, an old bastard, why did you make Dapeng look like this......

But although he thought so, he didn't say it, he looked sympathetically at the Dapeng in front of him, who didn't seem to be able to bear his weight, and walked towards him slowly, unexpectedly, ...... I kind of want to laugh......

The text section held back a smile, and subconsciously climbed up his forehead with one hand to cover it, lowered his head, and no longer looked at him......

Dapeng came to the side of the writing department a little calmly, turned around, and stood side by side with him like a guard, standing still.

Everyone in the hall still did not relax their vigilance, and they all looked at him as vigilantly as before, as if they were waiting for his next move.

And the soul fire beating in the eye sockets of Dapeng's skull was able to make him perceive everything in front of him very clearly, because he was a little frightened, he prayed secretly in an almost inaudible voice: "Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me......"

The writing department was beside him, and he heard the words clearly, and when he looked up, he found that everyone's attention was on him, and he couldn't help but have a black line in his head......

"You came in so swaggeringly, how could I not see you!"

Finally, he couldn't stand the retarded skeleton babbling wildly in his ear, so he raised his hand and slapped his head off.

Dapeng "slotted", dropped the lamp pole and the giant sickle in his hand, and staggered to pick up his head, but he never thought that because the things hanging on his body were too heavy, one was careless, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time......

Aozhong and Dong Ergou outside the door saw this and knew that this was a teammate, so they hurriedly ran in, one helped him pick up his head, and the other stepped forward to support him......

At this time, a purple-clothed man appeared next to the writing department at some point, and even the ghost clan people not far away didn't find out when he came.

"Di Ling...... "The writing department gritted his teeth hatefully, "Why did Dapeng become like this?"

"Uh...... You listen to my explanation......" Looking at the gloomy and terrifying smile of the guy in front of him, Di Ling couldn't help but feel weak for a while, and hurriedly laughed.

"Well, forget it......" The Writing Section sighed, shook his head helplessly, and continued to ask, "Where's the thing?"

"Hey...... I'm out of the horse, so I need to say?"

While speaking, Di Ling flipped his hand, and what he was holding in his palm was the key item in the cooperation between the Doomsday Ember and the Demon Clan-the Midnight Magic Lamp!

However, at this time, there was a person's attention, not on the midnight magic lamp, Ge Dong stared at Di Ling deadly, with an incredible face, and couldn't help but say: "You are...... You're not dead?"

Hearing this, Di Ling turned her head to follow the voice, and said in a slightly surprised voice: "Oh, it turned out to be Captain Godong, you are also here......"

Then, he looked around, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and there was a slight contempt in his eyes, and he muttered, "Hmph, since everyone has arrived, then this time ...... Just right!"

"Just right?" The Writing Section stretched out his hand to take the soul lamp, and was a little unsure of Di Ling's words, so he asked, "What is appropriate?"

After hearing this, Di Ling smiled mysteriously, and then shouted very exaggeratedly: "As the saying goes, heroes are always the last to appear, and it is precisely because you are gathered here that I was able to show up after listening to the call in your hearts!"

"Can you explain the words 'late' in an easy-to-understand way......" The Writing Section complained helplessly.

"Tremble, mortal, accept sanctions......!

“......”

Ignoring this guy who committed the second middle school disease, the writing department turned his head to look at Dou Kui, he knew in his heart that with the midnight magic lamp in his hand, he had the capital to further negotiate with him, so he took the lead and asked: "Dou Kui senior, what do you say?"

Seeing the first appearance of the soul lamp, Dou Kui's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly, and his joints creaked.

But then he immediately forced himself to calm down, and the long-lost smirk resurfaced on his cheeks, and said, "Remnant Feng, since the soul lamp has arrived, I don't know...... Does our agreement still count?"

The Writing Section lifted it to the parallel of his gaze and said, "Naturally, it counts, but ...... You'll have to promise me one thing first......"

Hearing this, Dou Kui secretly snorted coldly and replied, "Let's hear it." ”

The writing section opened his mouth word by word: "Retire!"

After hearing this, Dou Kui's expression froze for a long time, as if he was thinking a little, and then agreed with a smile: "That's nature, after the soul lamp is unsealed, I will lead the demon clan to retreat." ”

"Then I hope that the punishment of the Nine Demons can be a witness!"

The Writing Section turned his head to look at Xuan Lei, after all, among all the people present at this time, only Xuan Lei's identity and decision-making could have some significant impact on Dou Kui.

And after Xuan Lei heard this, he turned his head and took a deep look at Dou Kui, knowing that if the soul lamp was not in his hands, this guy would not give up.

So he turned to the writing section and said: "No problem, I can be this witness, if he doesn't withdraw from the army, I will take action, but ...... My name is Xuan Lei!"