The sky in the Nether Temple has always been gray, but today it feels a little darker than usual. The masters of the Condensation Realm and above who were transferred from all over the world were all waiting for each other, as if the slightest disturbance around them would affect their sensitive nerves.

Around the stage, there are ordinary people who don't know the truth and masters who have blended in with the ordinary people, and everyone is anxiously waiting for the arrival of today's most distinguished audience.

The wind was so nervous on the throne that he kept pouring himself drinks, and Mo Ran couldn't stand it anymore, and pressed his trembling hand holding the wine glass.

"If you drink it again, I'm afraid you'll have to pee your pants! Calming. I didn't panic when I was next to you, what the hell are you panicking! ”

"Well, I don't want to do this either, but I can't help but be calm." I don't want to, what's the solution.

"You look at me, you look me in the eye! Think about how Nightshade used to do it! What if it was him! Now you are Nightshade, and you are the Lord of the Nether Temple! All of you here are your people, the mainstay and cornerstone of the Nether Temple, and they are the ones you want to protect! It's your responsibility! "It's called hypnosis.

"Hmm. I get it! "Wind's eyes had become exactly the same as Nightshade's at this point, and this was not something that could be imitated. Maybe at this time, he really thought he was the Night Shadow.

As soon as the words fell, some fragmentary music came into everyone's ears from far and near. Everyone couldn't help but look back.

In front of them was a team of performers, who were pulled forward by three "paper horses" in front. For example, if you've seen a roadster, now the band is sitting in an open-top carriage.

Behind this carriage was another, more ornately decorated, with wind chimes and other things decorated with gold and silver pendants hanging from the top, which jingled as it ran.

The carriage was enclosed by a black sandy curtain, and two figures were faintly visible inside. One is sitting upright, the other is lying on his side, his head rests on the leg of the person who is sitting, the wind driven by the carriage walking, the fluttering curtain, and the trance-like figure of the lying woman can be seen graceful and graceful. And that half of the charming and touching face that seems to smile at you all the time.

Mo Ran put his hand on the wind and looked at him with a firm look: "You can do it!" Believe in yourself. No matter what happens, I'm there for you. "Give you some more confidence.

The wind pursed her lips, her eyes revealing a hint of emotion, and nodded at Mo Ran. He beckoned to a group of guards, then stood up from his position and walked in the direction of King Xuan's team with Mo Ran.

The oncoming music grew louder and louder, and the carriage got closer. Mo Ran said that she didn't know how to appreciate the music of the underworld, how to listen to it like the mourning music played in those funeral parlors, there are many melodies that are played like people who have no musical foundation, and it is completely noise in the ears.

Fortunately, when the carriage arrived in front of Mo Ran and the wind, the music stopped, otherwise Mo Ran would have had the urge to cover her ears on the spot.

The black curtain was slowly lifted, and the two well-trained guards, one half lying on his stomach, one lying on the ground, a handsome and upright man in brocade and a dazzling and charming woman in red joined hands, stepped on the backs of the two guards before him and stepped out of the carriage.

Mo Ran: This way of appearing is so eye-catching. I just want to know if those two guys have back pain.

"Unknown King Xuan is disrespectful and disrespectful." The wind arched his hand at King Xuan.

"Hey, Brother Shadow King is polite. Today you are the protagonist, and the lonely king came to congratulate you, how can you take the lead? King Xuan greeted with a smile on his face, and at the same time launched his skill to probe the cultivation of the wind. Thankfully, the wind's cloak was able to block the divine sense's investigation, so the investigation failed.

"Come, today there is a feast in the Netherworld. This king and King Xuan are not drunk and have no home! Before the feast, the king wanted to invite King Xuan to watch a good show. ”

"Good! The Lone King was looking forward to it. ”

King Xuan: It depends on what kind of trick you want to play.

The wind glanced at the enchanting woman next to King Xuan, and only felt that the woman was full of charm when she raised her hand and every move, and she was a natural stunner.

"King Xuan, this is the king's beloved concubine - Mo Ran. You haven't introduced the beauty next to you? ”

"Oh~ This is the lonely king's beloved concubine. Yiyi, why don't you salute the Shadow King? King Xuan glanced at Mo Ran meaningfully.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Shadow King." Yiyi's voice is like a yellow warbler out of the valley, crisp and moving.

"Mo Ran greets His Royal Highness King Xuan." Mo Ran heard King Xuan say this, and hurriedly saluted.

"No courtesy, no courtesy. Sit down as I please. ”

"Okay, let's take a look at the big drama of the Shadow King."

After King Xuan and the others were seated, the "big show" officially began.

Our "male protagonist" Hurricane, according to the original plan, first made a generous statement.

"Sons of the Netherworld, you have worked hard to guard our territory day and night! Now that this king has broken through the early stage of the Xuan Netherworld, it is time to reward his merits. This time I will reward you with something special. Please wait and see! ”

Mo Ran picked up the black silk scarf, pretended to wipe her mouth, and actually whispered: "Xiaoxin, start!" ”

The wind pretended to be a ghost in front of the stage, and then pointed to the sky, and a city wall appeared out of thin air, and then the other three walls appeared, and there was a city tower. On both sides of the tower, there are two words written - Netherworld.

"Wow, His Royal Highness the Shadow King is really powerful!" A middle-aged ghost on the stage screamed.

"Shhhh Such times should not be noisy. An old man with a gray beard and a wrinkled face said.

King Xuan also had an expression of seeing God, and Yiyi next to him frowned, looking down and not knowing what to think.

Just now it was only out of the city wall, and it was just the beginning. Next, here's the main event. Tempest pretended to be charging up and yelled, "Come! ”

A splendid palace slowly descended in all directions, and with a flick of the wind fingers, an invisible energy dragged the palace to the designated place.

King Xuan's surprised mouth turned into an O-shape, and he stood up from his position in a gaffe. Yiyi hurriedly tugged at his sleeve next to him to make him sober up.

King Xuan: This can't be! But the impossible is really happening right in front of you! How the hell did he do it!

King Xuan tried his best to suppress the questions that came out of his mouth and watched the performance patiently.

After the palace is finished, there are private houses, streets, and some small supporting facilities.

The original empty field, the barren Netherworld Temple, in an instant, turned into a complete town. This feat is something that even the gods of heaven cannot do.

For a time, the wind became the "omnipotent" god of the underworld in the hearts of all the people.

The stage was low, and I didn't know who took the lead.

"Shadow King! Shadow King! Shadow King! "Suddenly the crowd was surging! The scene got out of control for a while.