The palace is heavily guarded, and someone can sneak into the palace quietly, let alone the prince's bedroom.

There are a lot of ground level guards around the dormitory, and it is unimaginable that they can go straight here without alarming those guards.

"Who!" the middle-aged man and the Iron Master shouted at the same time.

Turning his head to look, it wasn't when a fourth person appeared in the center of the room.

The man was shrouded in a wide black robe, and his figure was not burly, but rather a little rickety. And behind him, he was carrying a blood-red coffin that was one person high, and the coffin was covered with black mist.

The thin man carried a heavy coffin, as if the next moment, the coffin would crush the person.

The guards who heard the movement outside the door immediately swarmed in, and surrounded the black-robed man.

There are many good guards in charge of guarding, and he is besieged by so many people, even if he has the strength of the ground level, he will not want to escape.

"It seems that the old decay appeared too suddenly, and I forgot to introduce myself, the old decay Moluo. A hoarse voice came from under the wide black robe, which was like scraping iron sheet with sandpaper, unusually sharp and harsh.

I don't know why, since this person appeared in the house, everyone felt an indescribable sense of oppression. It's not that I'm oppressed by the other party's momentum or spiritual power, but it's an instinctive suppression, as if there is a heavy stone pressing on my heart at all times.

"Good at the prince's bedroom, the most uncomplained, give me it. The middle-aged man with a high crown on his head guarded the prince and gave orders to the guards around him.

"Oh, if you want to take me down, since I am willing to show up, I am naturally not afraid of you. The voice under the black robe was neither happy nor sad, neither fearful nor domineering, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Wait!" Before the guards could make a move, An Junfeng suddenly shouted.

With the crown prince's order, the guards naturally did not dare to act rashly.

"Prince, this person is weird and abnormal, if he can sneak into the palace, he must be strong, the prince must be careful. The middle-aged man stood in front of An Junfeng with a solemn face.

"It's okay, let's all step aside. ”

"Prince ......"

"I said, let all of you stand down, don't let me say it a third time!" An Junfeng accentuated.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and let the guards exit the room.

Moro stood in the center of the room, never moving.

"This ...... Moro seniors. You just said ...... Do you have a purple wood moteng?" An Junfeng asked in a deep tone as he stared at the black robe.

The black robe covered Moro's face, making it impossible to see his appearance, but he could feel that he should be an old man.

"Of course, I can make a deal with you if you need to. Moro said with no joy or sorrow.

"Bold!" Before An Junfeng could speak, Master Tie shouted loudly, "What kind of person is the prince, how can you deserve to trade with the prince." If you have a purple wood moteng, take it out obediently, and the benefits will naturally be indispensable to your ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Moro suddenly raised his head, and two purple beams of ghostly light suddenly lit up in the room.

The glow seemed to carry a chill that grabbed people's hearts, let

The Iron Master's unfinished words were all stuck in his throat.

It was from the fear in his heart, and when the dark light turned on, whether it was the middle-aged man, the iron master, or even An Junfeng, they all shivered irrepressibly.

"Purple ...... Purple pupils ......" An Junfeng spoke as if he had lost his voice.

Purple pupils, there have been no purple pupils on this continent for a long time. There was once a purple pupil, but there was only one race that had long been extinct - the demon race!

The old man's face was dark and wrinkled, and in his deep sunken eye sockets, there was a pair of purple pupils, this person ...... It's a demon.

Demons only exist in legends, and no one knows where they came from or how they disappeared. It was as if all of a sudden, all the news about the demon race had been cut off, and it was as if this race had suddenly disappeared on the continent, and it had never appeared again for a thousand years after that. If the news of the appearance of the demon race spreads, the entire continent will have to be a sensation.

The two purple glows were so dazzling in the dimly lit room, and they also beat everyone's heartbeat.

Moro lowered his head again, his pupils were obscured under the black robe, and the terrifying coldness disappeared.

Seeing that An Junfeng and the others hadn't come back to their senses for a long time, Mo Luo slowly stretched out his hand, and a purple vine appeared in his hand.

"Purple Wood Demon Teng!" the Iron Master let out a voice of surprise after seeing the thing clearly.

That thing is indeed the Purple Wood Demon Teng, yes, it is a thing that has long been extinct in the mainland.

An Junfeng's face changed for a while, and then he slowly retracted his gaze: "You want to trade with me, what do you want to trade?"

The fact that the other party is a demon is really surprising, but in comparison, he cares more about this thing that can save his life.

"I want you to do me a favor. Mo Luo still lowered his head and grabbed the purple wood Moteng in his hand, "Help me find someone." ”

"The Heavenly Saint Empire has a lot of people, it's not a problem to find someone, I don't know who the old gentleman is looking for?"

I saw that Mo Luo's other hand was also spread out, and a purple flame ignited in his palm: "I saw this person in Loulan City a month and a half ago, and then I lost his figure, I want you to help me find this person." ”

In the flames, a figure slowly emerged.

When they saw the face of the figure clearly, An Junfeng and the three of them were stunned.

"Prince, he is ......" The middle-aged man was about to speak, but An Junfeng suddenly stopped him.

"Why is the old gentleman looking for this person?" An Junfeng did not agree immediately, but asked.

The person in the flames was none other than An Junfeng's most hated person in his life - Ye Lingyu!

The old man shook his head slowly: "I have no obligation to tell you, you just need to help me find this person, and I don't agree with you only in one word." ”

"Naturally, I agreed, but the old gentleman also saw that I was poisoned at the moment, and if I wanted to find someone......"

Before he could finish his words, Mo Luo directly pushed the Purple Wood Demon Teng towards him.

This precious medicinal plant, which is hard to find in the eyes of others, seems to have no value at all in his eyes.

An Junfeng was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to take it.

This demon actually wants to find Ye Lingyu, but who is Ye Lingyu?

Why would this demon be favored by him......

When he thought of this, a picture suddenly flashed in An Junfeng's mind. When he was recruiting relatives on the shore of Marriage Lake, Ye Lingyu's eyes seemed to flash with a purple light. At that time, An Junfeng just thought that he was wrong, but now that he looks at it, could it be that Ye Lingyu has something to do with the demons?

Clues crossed through An Junfeng's mind, and the purple pupils ...... Black Fire ...... Heavenly Punishment ...... When all the clues were put together, he suddenly had a very absurd conjecture in his heart...... But if this conjecture is true, then as long as it is announced, it may be able to drag the person he hates the most into the bottomless abyss......

When he figured all this, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and behind the smile, the look in his eyes was gloomy and chilling.

"Don't worry, old man, I will immediately order to go and find someone, and I think there will be news in a few months. I just don't know, but how do I contact the old gentleman?"

"Before you find anyone, I will dwell in your house. ”

An Junfeng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "So good, you are my honored guest." Come and arrange a place for the old gentleman. ”

Moro didn't speak, turned and walked out of the house.

But at the moment when he turned around, the coffin lid on his back opened a slight slit.

It was just a short moment, and the contents inside came into An Junfeng's eyes.

In the coffin was a man, not very old, but An Junfeng felt that the person was very familiar.

At the moment when he looked at the coffin, the people inside opened their eyes at the same time, and in their eyes were the purple pupils unique to the demon race.

Until Mo Luo left, An Junfeng was still in a trance.

"Prince?" the Iron Master next to him shouted.

"It's him......" An Junfeng said to himself with a dull expression, "Yes...... Syracuse ...... That kid from the Mo family......"

......

Inside the Lock Demon Tower, Ye Lingyu had been sitting quietly for a whole month.

For a month, the undead had been on the periphery of the spiral, not moving for a moment. Even if it is occasionally destroyed by the power of the law, it will soon be restored to its original state.

Ye Lingyu was guarded by Xiao Wufu here, and there was no crisis.

It's been a month, Xiao Wufu sighed slightly.

He just thought that this kid wanted to try it, and he knew that he was actually more serious. But what's the use of sitting down like this? Comprehending the law is not a matter of one or two days at all, and many people with low qualifications may not be able to comprehend a law in a lifetime.

This kid looks sixteen or seventeen years old, and his cultivation is only at the fifth level of the Yellow Rank, this kind of qualification is really a bit mediocre.

If he cultivates with peace of mind and is promoted to the ground level, he may be able to comprehend one or two laws, but he has to use puppets to force behavior, this method, he is afraid that he will not be able to comprehend one in his whole life, it is purely a waste of time.

"Alas......" Xiao Wufu sighed long, his face very helpless. He thought that if another month passed, this kid still didn't gain anything, then even if he used force, he would have to wake him up.

There are no shortcuts to comprehension. The ground level may not be able to comprehend, let alone the yellow level.

Some things still have to be walked one footprint at a time. If you want to be fast, you can't reach it, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and the old sayings and sayings are all saying the same thing.

In the past month, Xiao Wufu has felt a lot of emotion and thought a lot. What I thought about the most was how to teach Ye Lingyu to cultivate in the future. He knew that he would not be able to get out of this Lock Demon Tower even if he spent his whole life, so he could only put all his hopes on Ye Lingyu.

And just when he was full of emotion, Ye Lingyu's fingers suddenly moved.

It was only a slight movement, but it showed that he had woken up from his epiphany.

Just as Xiao Wufu was about to speak, he saw Ye Lingyu slowly raise his right hand......

The undead soldier had the same movements as him, and Sen Bai's bony hand was raised slowly, and in the center of his palm, a raging flame suddenly ignited.

(End of chapter)