Since the leopard demon Fenghuo left the royal city that day, he led a team of his men to embark on a journey to southern Zhejiang. The scene of the battle with the mourning ghosts in the city of Nanzhejiang last year is still vivid, but now the city is silent. The Mourning Eaters had been wiped out by the forces sent by the royal city, and their bodies were then burned in flames, and even the poisonous mist that had once floated over the city had been dissipated.

Standing on the central axis of the road paved with gold wire pattern floor tiles again, there was nothing left in this once prosperous city except the oncoming cold wind.

In fact, when he came before, Fenghuo was curious that he couldn't find the corpse of the lord of Nanzhejiang City, Huo Guan, but not only Huo Guan, except for the mourning ghosts, the corpses of the former residents and even animals in the city were gone. In fact, it is not difficult to guess that even if there are still dead people who have not been infected by the poison of mourning, they must have become a delicacy for the mourning ghosts, and the locust-like predators will not even have a bone left.

Or has Fire Eagle become part of the army of mourning ghosts? But even so, as long as the Ring of the Northern Underworld made of tungsten gold was not taken by others, it must still be in this city.

Feng Huo ordered his men to split up, each responsible for searching for clues in different areas, while he himself walked towards the Nanzhejiang Palace. As soon as he pushed open the palace gate, he smelled a musty smell, the palace was dimly lit, and the silence was terrible, only when his feet stepped on the marble floor, the sound of "tapping and tapping" echoed in the air.

With one hand, he lit a demonic fire and used it to light the way ahead. The ground on both sides was a mess, full of the remains of destroyed furniture and porcelain. This strange atmosphere was unpleasant, but how could he be so cowardly and cowardly, he took a deep breath and continued to walk inside, and began to look around for the shadow of the Northern Ring.

For some reason, he always had a feeling that he was not the only one in this palace that should have been empty. It is an illusion that can easily arise in the dark, and when looking at the scrolls on the walls, or the still life placed in the space, they will always be given illusions by imagination.

He walked through the front hall and into the courtyard, where he could finally relax a little in the open space. There doesn't seem to be anything unusual in the courtyard, it is close to evening, the afterglow of the sun shines on the bare garden lamps in the courtyard, at this time a group of crows chirp ~ya~ and fly overwhelmingly from above, like a whole piece of dark clouds that are speeding away.

He had been scrambling to deal with the mourning ghosts when he came before, but now when Fenghuo walked alone in the silent and empty palace, the fear was completely different from that time, and a single wind and grass would make him creepy.

He mustered up the courage to push open the heavy door of the main hall, choked on the dust rushing in his face, and subconsciously reached out to cover his nose. The moment the palm of his hand flickered in front of him, a black shadow seemed to flicker in the gray in front of him. He didn't know if he was hallucinating, so he leaned forward quickly, and after a few steps, there was the sound of the door being closed behind him, and before he could react to what was going on, he was about to look back, but a dazzling light shot down.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the brightly lit and splendid main hall of the Nanzhejiang Palace, with exotic music echoing in his ears, and the demon servants were busily passing by, serving delicious food and palace aging to the guests who came in full costume.

A sturdy figure wearing a beast skin cloak walked in his direction, it was the lord of Nanzhejiang City, Huo Guan, he staggered to him with a wine glass in his hand, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Fenghuo, come and have a drink with me!" ”

I don't know when, there is also an extra wine glass in Fenghuo's hand, and the aroma of wine makes people feel that this is not an illusion. Everything around me is so familiar, although it is already Miaoru, but every time I came to Nanzhejiang City in the past, the lively scene was still like yesterday. Southern Zhejiang is rich and rivals the country, and Huo Guan is good at making friends, and often sets up banquets for several days and nights to invite distinguished guests from all over the demon world, and this must be one of them.

Feng Huo drank the wine in his cup as if he could, and then subconsciously looked at Huo Yin's left hand, and the ring of the Northern Underworld was indeed on the little finger of his left hand, and the unique rose-colored light of tungsten gold was very dazzling. He clearly knew that he did not have the ability to resemble a soul, so it meant that the scene in front of him must be his hallucination, and what caused this hallucination? Could it be that he fell into the trap set by Qingyun? But he thought about it again, Qingyun went to such great lengths with him, why didn't he directly send his own men to fight him.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to let it go for a moment and see what would happen next, so he let the fire hyena pull him to sit next to his throne. The more closely he looked at everything around him, the more he felt a sense of dissonance, and he realized that it was most likely a fragment of his own memory. Because except for Huo Guan, everyone else is like a mirror image reflected in their memories, and they don't react to his every move. In order to confirm his thoughts, he got up and walked over to one of the guests, patted him, and tried to say a few more words to him, and sure enough, there was no response at all, he tried a few more people, and the result was the same.

Huo Guan sat there drinking wine to himself, watching Fenghuo's every move, with a strange smile on his face. When he saw that Fenghuo finally gave up asking the guests, and instead stopped and turned to stare at him, he put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "I really want to play with you a little longer!" ”

Feng Huo summoned a pair of Feng Huo Yue and asked, "Why are you here?!" ”

Huo Guan stood up from the throne with a sneer and replied to him, "Hehe, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all, and you are still so impatient!" ”

The music and the conversation of the guests around them came to an abrupt end, and the glazed guests all got up from their seats and looked in the direction of the wind and fire to reveal the true face of their undead puppets, each holding a weapon in their hands that had not yet appeared.

Feng Huo felt the tension spreading around him, and yelled at Huo, "Answer me quickly, why are you here?" Otherwise......"

Huo Guan retracted the smile on his face and said angrily, "Otherwise, what will you do to me?!" Why can't I be here?! This is my city! Even if I die, everything here is mine, and you have taken everything that belongs to me without my permission! ”

Feng Huo asked: "You should have already died in the conspiracy launched by Qingyun, are you an undead?" ”

"It doesn't matter what I am, I'm going to take what you took from me!"

As soon as Huo Huo's words fell, the guests who surrounded Feng Huo waved their weapons and attacked Feng Huo, and he was busy fighting with his Feng Huo Yue. Although I don't know why Huo Yin became an undead, my intuition tells me that all this must be related to Qingyun. If you want to know the answer, you must first deal with the group of undead puppets in front of you.

The undead control weapons by their minds, but they do not possess physical bodies, and they can inflict damage on their opponents, who have difficulty injuring them. The only way to deal with them is to attack fiercely enough to concentrate the demonic power to directly smash their gathered souls to pieces.

Wind and Fire's movements were as fast as lightning, and he vigorously swung the Wind and Fire Yue as he approached in the direction of the Fire Ie. It's just that this group of undead puppets are numerous and very difficult, and they can't completely destroy them if they don't concentrate their strength when attacking, and when he finally conquers them one by one and comes to the fire hyena, he is already panting and sweating profusely.

Seeing him gasping for breath, Huo Guan actually looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "It's just that some puppet soldiers make it difficult for you to do this, you have really regressed a lot compared to the past!" ”

If Fenghuo was still a little dazed and frightened in his heart before, then now that they had disappeared without a trace, he replied with a relaxed face: "I guess that your appearance like this must have something to do with that Qingyun, so if I want your Northern Underworld Ring, I don't think you will happily agree." I didn't fight you when you were alive, but today I was told to wait for this opportunity! ”

"Okay, let me teach you how to use your weapon again!"

Fire Kana said as he summoned a pair of his own giant axes. The axe is similar to the axe, both are long weapons used for chopping, the difference is that the blade of the axe is wider than the axe, and it is half-moon shaped, and the feet are slightly upturned. The red-handled blue-bladed axe of the Fire Mane, made of extremely hard metal, was heavy but could be wielded freely in his hands, and he lifted them up with two whirlwinds.

Under normal circumstances, the undead cannot use demonic power, let alone produce demonic cyclones, but the undead of Fire and Iguana can completely disobey this law, and his demonic power has increased unabated compared to his life, and the demonic powers of the two of them are both golden, suppressing and expanding each other.

In the past, Feng Huo never imagined that he could defeat Huo Guan, because both his rank in the clan and his status in the demon world were higher than his own. But at this moment, his mood was very different, the fire hyena in front of him was not the person he was familiar with, although the fire hyena had a never-ending pursuit of wealth, but he would not be mad enough to go to Qingyun.

How Qingyun controlled and changed him, Fenghuo couldn't guess, but his hatred for this demon deepened. This Qingyun not only caused the city of Nanzhe to fall, but also made the fire hype that the leopard demon clan was proud of become a big stain, and even after he died, he was still unwilling to let his soul rest in peace.

Because they are both leopard demons, the weapons they use are similar, and even the demon methods and tricks they practice are the same, so who is more skilled, Fenghuo has no bottom in his heart. But since he had reached this point, he could not retreat, for the sake of the demon world, or simply to wash away the stain left by the fire mane, he had to defeat him and find a way to transcend and purify his soul.