When Ye Cangtian led a group of people towards the East Pole City, in the opposite direction, he didn't know how far away.

The sky was overcast, and the people were breathless, and the swamps were densely packed with large and small marshes, and occasionally a pair of evil and cruel eyes could be seen peeking out of the swamp.

With a disgusting smell, yellow-green smoke rises, and this is where Xihai City is located.

When the King of the West Sea first built a city here, he took a fancy to this, and the terrifying poisonous miasma could resist most of the enemies who came to attack.

In the depths of the swamp, the pure black city walls exude a sense of mystery, and there is no light to be seen at all, as if this is the darkest place in the Demon Domain.

In the city, a huge palace, faintly visible flames flickering, this is the ancestral hall of Xihai City.

Here, there are the identity nameplates of all the masters of Xihai City, and there are special disciples here every day to clean and monitor, and if there is a slight change, the news will be transmitted to the main hall.

However, according to the strength of Xihai City, no one generally dares to make a move against them, unless they are impatient.

Therefore, taking care of the ancestral hall is a relatively easy matter, and on this day, a disciple was napping when he suddenly heard a clicking sound.

He suddenly woke up with a spirit, looked at the tablet table in the center of the ancestral hall, and stared at the place where the strange movement had just emanated.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

A succession of voices rang out, and deep cracks appeared in dozens of tablets.

This disciple's face suddenly became ugly, the cold sweat on his head began to drip down, and cracks appeared in the tablet, which could only explain one thing.

That's the man, fallen.

"Something is wrong!" The disciple shouted at the top of his voice and ran towards the outside of the hall, the severity of the matter was beyond his control.

Soon, an old man shrouded in black robes walked into the main hall, his gaze swept over the lower floors, and he looked directly at the top.

"Shadows? Poisonous bees? Dark Arrow? ”

The old man muttered to himself, he knew that these three people led the team to arrest Leng Anrou, the princess of Beishan City, but now the identity plate was broken?

The three true gods made a move, and the boat capsized?!

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeve robe, and the other disciples only felt a flower in front of them, and when they opened their eyes again, the old man in the black robe had disappeared.

Everyone was shocked, could the strength of the elder have reached this terrifying level?

The black-robed old man appeared again and arrived at the main hall, and the King of the West Sea was sitting upright, breathing and breathing, and endless energy poured into his body.

"Mo Ye, what's wrong? I see you're in a fluctuating mood! The King of the West Sea didn't open his eyes, but just a few words made the black-robed old man sweat like rain.

The coercion of the King of the West Sea is really terrifying!

"King!" Mo Ye stroked his chest with his right hand and saluted respectfully, "Shadow, poisonous bee, dark arrow, the three of them ......"

"What's wrong? Say! ”

"Both...... They're all dead! ”

When the words fell, Mo Ye suddenly felt a huge amount of energy impact on his body, and suddenly flew upside down dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string.

"Poof!"

Mo Ye spurted out a mouthful of black-red blood, and hurriedly shut up and tried to lower the tumbling qi and blood pressure, a true god, in front of the King of the West Sea, was so vulnerable.

"The old man has just been to the ancestral hall, and the identity plates of the three of them are all broken, and at the same time, there are also the identity plates of the hundreds of people who followed, all of them are the same!"

The King of the West Sea slowly opened his eyes, and what made people's hearts palpitate was that there was not a trace of the whites of his eyes in his eye sockets, as if they were two black holes.

Anyone only needs to take a look, and the spiritual power will be sucked inside.

This turned out to be a master of cultivating spiritual power!

The King of the West Sea ignored Mo Ye, who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly tapped the fingers of his right hand on the arm of the chair, the shadow three were sent out by him, and now they are killed, indicating that his plan has failed.

"Could it be that Beishan City really sent out a true god stronger than the shadow?" The King of the West Sea muttered to himself, "But why don't I know? ”

He has a lot of spies in Beishan City, and he can basically control every move in Beishan City, and the news that comes back shows that only Xiang Lao and the two ordinary true gods escorted Leng Anrou this time.

These three people can't be the opponents of Shadow in any case, not to mention that there are two true gods by Shadow's side to help, so what's the problem?

The King of the West Sea frowned, Leng Anrou was not brought back smoothly, and his plan was all disrupted.

"Wang, could it be a ghost from the East Pole?"

Mo Ye asked cautiously.

Hearing this, a burst of light burst out in the eyes of the King of the West Sea, and he directly corroded the table in front of him into a big hole, "Why didn't I think of it!" ”

"Mo Ye, set off quickly, take all the true gods in the city, and go to the East Pole City to dignitaries! If you dare to refuse, don't leave your hands, attack with all your might, send the message back, and the king will arrive immediately! ”