Suddenly, the Demon Venerable's emotions suddenly went berserk, and a burst of black mist demonic qi filled it, and he roared angrily: "Damn!"

"Ye Xiao, not only do I want your people, your body, your spiritual power, and your soul, I want to trap your Yuan Spirit for millions of years, and I want to torture you and ravage you with boundless demon fire every day, you bastard bastard, you dare to spoil the good things of this seat......"

With a "boom", a whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the ground, and rushed out with a "suddenly" sound.

Outside, on the ground where I don't know how far away, there was a sudden storm and clouds in the sky.

All the people who heard this roar, regardless of their cultivation level, all shivered with excitement without exception.

At this moment, it was like walking through a deserted cemetery in the middle of the night, and suddenly being blown by a gloomy wind.

The black-clothed Venerable's gloomy eyes were imperceptibly looking at the sixty-three people who were continuing to maintain the operation of the altar.

After a long time, his eyelids finally closed, and he said softly to himself, "So, it should be...... Enough is enough......"

The black robe fluttered, and he walked out slowly.

The black-clothed Venerable walked out, and another purple-robed figure hurriedly walked in from outside and stood in front of him.

The black-robed Demon Venerable stood still, staring at the person without any expression: "Something?"

"Father, according to the latest news, the Laughing Monarch has already led people to destroy the East Hall, and is coming towards the West Hall at this time. ”

The person who came was Zong Xingyu, the master of the West Palace.

It is also the only biological son of the black-robed Demon Venerable Zong Yuankai.

At this moment, his face was full of anxiety, and there was an indescribable look of complaint in his expression.

"Well, got it. The black-clothed Demon Venerable nodded expressionlessly, replied in a casual manner, and then walked out again.

"Father!" Zong Xingyu stopped him and said anxiously: "I don't understand, why do we sit back and watch the destruction of the East Palace? Why can't we help?

The black-clothed Demon Venerable snorted and said, "The East Hall is the East Palace, how can it be the same as the West Palace! You just need to be in charge of your West Palace, and there is no need to pay attention to anything else." ”

Zong Xingyu said anxiously: "But the East Hall is also our painstaking effort, and it is even more of a country that you personally fought down with your father, and it has been tens of thousands of years, and it has been destroyed like this...... I, I'm ......."

The black-clothed Demon Venerable glanced at him coldly and didn't say a word.

"The child wants to know why. Zong Xingyu insisted on asking.

"Reason, what reason?" The black-clothed Demon Venerable's eyes flickered between opening and closing: "Could it be that you are the first day to travel the rivers and lakes, and you actually asked such a naïve question, the rivers and lakes never need a reason, they just need to have strength." ”

"But we have the strength. Zong Xingyu was a little excited: "Even if the peripheral strength is exhausted, the strength we have is still enough! Even if we can't completely preserve the East Hall, if we withdraw the high-level leaders of the East Hall, there will still be no problem at all!"

"Even, if we do our best and the masters do our best, we may not be able to fight in the East Hall and kill all Ye Xiao and the others!"

"We can do it!"

"But Father, you'd rather watch the entire East Hall being slaughtered!"

"The child is very puzzled by this, and I hope that my father will solve my doubts?" Zong Xingyu's face was painful: "The East Hall is also the painstaking effort of my father after ten thousand years of hard work, why should I abandon it like a ......?"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable's eyes shot like two cold arrows, staring at Zong Xingyu's face tightly: "You also say that it is my 10,000-year-old hard work, my hard work!, right?"

Zong Xingyu looked up in astonishment when he heard this unreasonable but unreasonable word, looked up at his father's cold and ruthless face, and suddenly felt in a trance, and hissed: "Yes, the East Hall is your brainchild!

Zong Xingyu's voice at this time was already a little hysterical.

"Yes!"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable's eyes were constant cold, as if the ice layer burst out like a crack, and the whole person was more like a cold sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, standing tall and motionless, infinitely cold.

Zong Xingyu's body shook suddenly, and suddenly a feeling of weakness grew.

At this moment, he didn't even know what he wanted to say, what to say, he only felt indescribable tiredness and a dazed sense of losing his soul.

His eyes looked at his father almost without focus, and his voice was fluttering: "This battle...... Even the martial arts were killed in battle, and they died in the hands of Ye Xiao......"

The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Venerable were like two bottomless deep pools, watching him speak, but he didn't say anything.

"The whole east hall ...... All the manpower, whether it is a master or an ordinary disciple, did not survive, all died, and the East Hall has become a historical term......" Zong Xingyu continued.

The black-clothed Demon Venerable still didn't speak, his body was full of silence, and it seemed that at this moment, the whole person had turned into nothingness and melted into the void.

"Now, the enemy is gathering his masters and coming towards the West Palace, and the intention of killing them all is clearly revealed......," Zong Xingyu said blankly.

The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Venerable finally changed, and this was the only trace of change so far.

Zong Xingyu was very keen to catch this change, and his emotions suddenly became excited, and he said loudly: "Are you still planning to ...... You want to sacrifice your other effort, the West Temple, like the East Temple?!"

At the same time as he said this, Zong Xingyu's face suddenly turned red, and he was extremely emotional and indignant.

But the black-clothed Demon Venerable still didn't speak, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate at all.

Zong Xingyu stared at his father with angry eyes: "Your foundation is all laid down by you with one hand and one foot, no matter what you choose, we have no complaints!"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable made a move for the first time, turned around, tilted his head, tilted his head, and looked at his son with a very interesting look.

However, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Zong Xingyu could completely feel the indifference and alienation.

His own father, looking at his eyes, was almost like looking at an unrelated stranger!

There is no such emotion, that feeling, that there should be between father and son.

This feeling of family affection is extremely alienated, and over the years, after basically every contact, I will feel that this feeling has become more obvious.

It seems that his father gradually forgot the so-called feelings little by little, stripped them off little by little, and left them behind little by little, and no longer had them.

He...... Seem...... I have gradually lost the emotion that I should have as a 'person'!

Well, all emotions!

Zong Xingyu's heart felt a heartfelt tingling sensation, and he muttered: "We have no complaints, we are not qualified to complain...... But father, I don't know if you have ever thought that here in the West Temple, there are your sons, daughters-in-law, grandsons, and great-grandchildren...... In the west hall, there are many of your relatives and family members...... Do you remember this?"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable nodded indifferently, and said lightly: "I remember, the west hall, not the east hall, there are my sons, grandsons, and all my relatives in the west hall, I remember." ”

He said it so perfunctorily, so carelessly.

When he said this, the black-clothed Demon Venerable's heart even gave birth to a kind of ridicule, and the urge to laugh.

Close relatives?

Ha!

Close relatives?!

Is it meaningful and helpful to the great cause of the magic map?

If the answer is no, then it's worth casually saying, why bother!

Zong Xingyu's heart was cold.

In front of Zong Yuankai, he is a son, but after putting aside this identity, he is also an old man with countless experience and wisdom, and naturally knows what sincerity is, what is perfunctory, what is indifference, and what is ...... Disregard!

He turned his head and looked at this eerie place, the nine eerie altars, the flames of different colors......

There was a hint of intense hatred in his eyes.

His gaze swept over the figures that had not reacted to his arrival and were only concentrating on exporting essence to the altar, and his eyes showed a deep sadness and pain.

His gaze lingered, bleak but focused.

Many of them are elders who used to play with them with smiles on their faces when they were young...... As they grew up, many of them went to great lengths to protect themselves......

Take good care of themselves, even if they fight to the death, they will not allow anyone to hurt even a single hair of their hair!

They are the most cherished treasure in their hearts!

These people, all of whom are my father's elder brothers, my own uncles and uncles, whom I respect and love, and with them, I will no longer be afraid of anything in this world, no more difficulties and dangers!

But, I don't know when they all changed, they all became reticent, they didn't like to move around, they became withered, unrecognizable, and they became ...... I can't find a shadow of their past anymore.

The elders who were once very close were no longer familiar, and then strange, completely strange, as if they were not seeing each other, and then, one by one, they disappeared from the outside world, from the original world-famous powerhouse, to a statue sitting here motionless.

Before everyone enters here, they will have a grand funeral outside.

I knew that they were not dead, but the funeral still had to be held, and at first, I was still very resistant;

But...... Later, I gradually got used to it, or because I understood it, I knew it.

As long as the people who enter here...... As soon as they enter this eerie place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead man.

No more talking.

No more drinking water.

No more eating.

Even their eyes don't even turn anymore, every day, they just sit blindly like this, using their lives, souls, and yuan power to feed these gloomy altars!

God knows how much Zong Xingyu hates these altars and hates this gloomy place.

It is this altar that robs itself of all the warmth of this world!

Zong Xingyu looked at the sixty-three people sitting like zombies with hopeful and warm eyes, and his voice became louder and louder, as if it was a quarrel, with his cultivation, when he deliberately spoke loudly, a word was like a thunderclap, and it could be heard for hundreds of miles.

It's not so much a quarrel, it's better to say that he has a plan in case, hoping that these heart-wrenching words can wake up these elders who have embarked on the road of no return!

However, the sixty-three people remained deaf, not only did their bodies remain motionless, but they did not even move their eyes.

The black-clothed Demon Venerable just watched his son go crazy quietly, how did he not know his son's plans, and he had already resisted the urge to kill him countless times, and kept reminding himself in his heart: This is my son, this is my son, my son, my son, son......

Son, you can't kill!

But the tyrannical emotions that originate from the soul are becoming stronger and more difficult to suppress.

Yes, it was not for the sake of his heart, the disgust of the soul, and this emotion made him extremely disgusted with the actions of this small human being in front of him who spoke so loudly in front of him and unscrupulously challenged his authority......

If it weren't for the whispering from the heart, repeatedly reminding the person in front of him of the origin of his relationship, or the black-clothed Demon Venerable would have killed the personality in front of him a long time ago, this is a tug-of-war between the demonized soul and the family affection of the heart!

"You don't have to shout anymore. The black-clothed Demon Venerable finally spoke coldly: "They can't hear anything, it's useless and in vain. ”

"But they are obviously still alive, and there is hope if they are alive!" Zong Xingyu blurted out angrily.

"Alive... Hope..."The black-clothed Demon Venerable shook his head, and suddenly smiled dumbly: "Hehehehe......"

Hearing such laughter, Zong Xingyu suddenly felt creepy, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose.

"Do you really know what it means to be alive?" The black-clothed Demon Venerable's eyes shone faintly, and he looked at his son: "Only in a state like you are qualified to say that you are alive." ”

Zong Xingyu took a deep breath, only to feel that his heartbeat was beating faster and faster for no reason, and the ghost envoy asked, "That...... Father, are you still alive?"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable's originally cold eyes instantly turned into a sharp sword like a slashing sky, Huo Ran turned his head and stared at his son's eyes, a cloud of rich black qi emerged from his eyes, and every time a ball of demonic qi came out, it automatically turned into a black lotus flower in front of him, rising one after another.

The secluded, the quiet, the cold, the indifferent...... Eyes.

Zong Xingyu didn't know why, under the gaze of this eye, he actually took a step back in a panic, his eyes were full of fear.

"Do you want me to die?" The black-clothed Demon Venerable was still staring at Zong Xingyu.

Zong Xingyu shook his head again and again, and said in a panicked voice: "No, no, no...... The child didn't mean that, how could it be......"

The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Venerable stared at Zong Xingyu for a long time, not for a moment.

Zong Xingyu was completely in a state of panic and couldn't extricate himself.

After a long time, the black-clothed Demon Venerable closed his eyes, and that terrifying gloom disappeared for a moment when he closed his eyes.

It was only at this moment that Zong Xingyu gradually recovered his shock, and his shock calmed down for a while-

"Father, I know...... I know that father, you are doing great things, great things that will shine in the future generations......" Zong Xingyu muttered with pain on his face: "Over the years, I have also been trying my best to cooperate...... But, I don't know when it began, I will never see my father in my memory again, only in the middle of the night, the father in my memory, will reappear, remember when I was young, I was naughty, you spanked my ass......"

"I'm wounded, you bandage my wounds...... When I traveled around the rivers and lakes, I was bullied, and your angry expression and angry tone ......"

"Also, when I went out, you stood on the top of the hill and watched me go away......"

The more Zong Xingyu spoke, the more sad he became: "I still remember, the last time you called me by my name, called me Xingyu...... It was seven thousand three hundred and twenty-seven years ago, and it was the last ......."

"What is the reason that you have become the way you are now?" Zong Xingyu asked sadly and indignantly.

"I'm your son!

Zong Xingyu's tears fell.

The black-clothed Demon Venerable was still standing like a statue, his eyes flashed a little different, and then he said lightly: "Now that the great enemy is present, how is it the right time to talk about the relationship between children and daughters, he has his own share of the situation." ”

It's still perfunctory, it's still pushing, it's always unclear, it's not clear!

The only glimmer of hope in Zong Xingyu's eyes quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.

He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and said softly: "It is indeed the current enemy, the situation is difficult to be optimistic, at this time, the laughing monarch and others, leading a large number of peak masters, are already on the way to the West Palace, and the final battle is about to break out." Father, we dare to ask how we should respond?"

Zong Xingyu said this, at the beginning, there was still some excitement, but later, he had returned to complete calm, which was a kind of business-like, flat and straightforward tone.

The black-clothed Demon Venerable said lightly: "This battle is inevitable, let them in!"

"Let them in?" Zong Xingyu raised his head, staring at his father in disbelief, and couldn't help but repeat again: "Do you really not make any resistance, let them drive straight in?"

"Not bad. The black-clothed Demon Venerable walked leisurely and said lightly: "Just inside the West Palace, the resistance forces of the entire Qingyun Heaven Domain will be wiped out in one fell swoop, and from then on, there will be no waves!"

This sentence can be described as very imposing, and it seems to be full of confidence.

But Zong Xingyu was still a little difficult to accept: "But on the way of the other party's attack, even if you let it drive straight in and don't resist, I'm afraid that tens of thousands of disciples will lose their lives along the way!"

The black-clothed Demon Venerable tilted his face slightly, and said softly: "Survival of the fittest, the weak eat the strong, this is the iron rule of the rivers and lakes, did you break into the rivers and lakes on the first day?!"

Zong Xingyu gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to reply: "This...... Please forgive the child for not being able to obey his fate!"

The body of the black-clothed Demon Venerable floated out like a black cloud, and his voice came indifferently: "That's up to you." ”

As cold as ever, as unsentimental as ever.

The figure of the black-clothed Demon Venerable just disappeared and disappeared again.