Stepping down from the snake body of the eight-headed snake, and crossing a path paved with white bones, it was time to enter the open space surrounded by the snake's body, and dozens of tall pillars surrounded by three people and completely tamped and flattened by skeletons stood on this ground.

In the center was a strange statue, with a blood-red tail that seemed to be still moving, and a strange little eyeball on each hair, all of which stared straight at the Shenwu King when he stepped on this place.

Sanada Hoori was so frightened that she trotted away and hurriedly followed behind Xia Guang.

"Are you sure Xia Guangjun wants to bring this low-grade pet in? When you become the head of the herding pen, how many women do you want, as long as you pay attention to breeding, you can not repeat the same thing every day. ”

The mighty pigtailed "man" stood in front of an extremely tall skeleton door, his hand already resting on the fang-shaped knocker, but he seemed to be dissatisfied with this approach, so he was reminding.

King Shenwu shook his head.

"Why?"

The pigtailed "man" asked strangely.

Xia Guang had already walked past him and pushed the door to the end, "Because I'm alone." ”

"People?"

The pigtailed "man" seemed to laugh: "Xia Guangjun, you don't know how weak a human race is... Where is it like our demons are naturally strong. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked coldly at the delicate human woman with white yarn inside and black robe outside, and licked her tongue.

Sanada Hoori was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Xia Guang, his eyes were full of ill-intentioned eyes hidden in the dark, and the sound of squirming was like the crawling sound of a demon only in a nightmare.

And the white bone path, the white bone giant gate, and the snake body of phosphorus fire...

This poor girl from Fuso, the second lady of the former Sanada family, had no doubt that once the man in front of her left, she would be humiliated, and then torn to pieces and enter the belly of the demons.

She grabbed the corners of Xia Guang's clothes with both hands, as if she had grasped the only life-saving straw when she was drowning.

Her heart was beating wildly, her nerves were surging with blood, and her nervousness had reached its peak, even to the extreme.

"Xia Guangjun, if you like such a girl, there are many more in the palace of the Eight Snake Plateau, we have selected the noblest, most beautiful, and most temperamental women and handsome men in Fusang, and they are all behind this door.

The pet behind you is just the most ordinary, ordinary one among them. ”

The pigtailed "man" continued.

Sanada Hoori was so frightened that she almost stuck to Xia Guang's back.

The Shenwu King suddenly stopped, and the girl braked without a hurry and hit him on the back.

Xia Guang turned his head sideways: "Okay, let's go in." ”

The pigtailed "man" sneered, revealing a mouthful of fangs: "Xia Guangjun, I really hate people like you who don't know the times, I hope you will reject the Ghost Emperor later... You will know that all your stubbornness, in the face of power, is stupidity. ”

King Shenwu no longer bothered him.

He just thought it was funny.

What demon is naturally strong?

What is stupidity in the face of power?

He found it very interesting.

If it was replaced before, he never thought that these inferior rations, which he would not grab to eat no matter how hungry he was, actually had his own thoughts.

As food, it has its own set of theories, and there is pride.

It was really an eye-opener for King Shenwu.

Xia Guang said again in his heart: It's good to be a man.

The door creaked open.

The palace of the so-called Eight Snakes Plateau, bounded by the middle road, is completely cut off by light and darkness.

There was light on the left, and the darkness of the night on the right.

And in the light and darkness, there seems to be a female demon sitting on each side, and the rest of the demons are centered on them, surrounded by several circles with strict classes.

Human, glamorous women, or handsome men, dressed in scantily clad clothes, walked up and down the carpets of the court, carrying crystal plates, but the plates contained flesh and blood, or heads with straws in them.

In the center sat an existence about five or six meters tall, wrapped in pale red armor, and the face in the armor was completely unclear, if you spent enough time to see, you could faintly perceive that it was a cloud of blood mist that rolled into a vortex.

"You're the man who killed the drunk?"

A majestic and terrifying voice came from all corners of the hall with condescending arrogance.

For a moment, all the noise in the main hall stopped.

The demons looked at the human man in the center at the same time.

The mighty pigtailed "man" had stepped back and stood in front of the temple door, sitting cross-legged and looking at the upright human with the look of a playful clown.

Sanada Hoori only felt completely uncontrollable, and in these eyes, he sat down with a thud, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body twitched uncontrollably.

But King Shenwu was standing straight, he was not even the slightest frightened, his expression was indifferent, like a guest at a banquet.

He looked up at the pale red armor sitting in the middle, and then slowly raised his head to look at the transparent thread above the armor.

This thread is not material, but a mystical thread, but it is not uncommon among the higher echelons of this world.

It's called the fate line.

To put it simply, it's like marionettes.

But the puppet has a mind of its own, and the puppet is not even aware that it is being controlled.

Generally speaking, there are local gods who like to use fate lines to control a few people, and then use those few people as a base to propel the whole world forward.

Therefore, generally speaking, the more valuable the existence, the more likely it is to be manipulated by these small places, the gods who have never seen the world, and who have been placed by the Heavenly Dao in the post of maintaining order.

Ordinary people don't care about fate, because they don't.

However, there will be heroes, there will be kings, and even evil villains, that's the truth.

And the existence of this pale red armor should be the so-called Ghost Emperor, although Xia Guang didn't feel how strong it was, but this Ghost Emperor was obviously secretly controlled by a certain existence.

This fate line will not move all the time, but will only move when making key decisions.

Xia Guang looked up along the line curiously, but after all, he was not a Great Heavenly Dao, and he didn't know these bells and whistles, so he couldn't see it.

I just wonder if the existence of the other side of this fate line has also noticed this?

His head was held high as a form of arrogance.

After a brief silence in the hall, a uniform roar soon sounded.

"Get on your knees!"

"Get on your knees!!"

"Kneel down !!"

The sound became more and more intense, turning into a huge wave of sound and oppression.

Sanada Hoori was on the verge of passing out, and she couldn't bear the pressure at all.

But the man in front of her squatted down gently, helped her to her feet, and said softly, "Humans should not be intimidated. ”

His gentle voice gave the frightened girl infinite strength.

Sanada Hoori stood up tremblingly, looking at the unkempt but charming man in front of him with admiration.

Softly and respectfully, he replied, "Yes." ”

In the palace of the Eight Snakes Plateau, the sound is getting louder and louder.

"Get on your knees!"

"Get on your knees!!"

"Kneel down !!"

Xia Guang rubbed his hands and was about to do something.

The ghost emperor in the pale red armor sitting in the center suddenly spoke quickly, and it spit out a few words, with extremely anxious, fearful, and respectful words.

"You... Please take a seat. ”

The entire demon palace was silent.