Terran Palace.

Emperor Li Zhao did not go to court for many days, and no one in the government and the opposition dared to speak out.

Dozens of days ago, a loyal emperor asked the emperor to put the people of Li in the first place, and never go to court. As a result, he was dragged out by Li Zhao and cut off his head, killing chickens and monkeys.

From then on, the emperor did not go to court, and no one dared to raise objections.

On this day, Li Zhao was basking in the sun in the back garden, and suddenly a fairy descended to earth and handed him a secret letter.

Emperor Li Zhao lazily unfolded the secret letter and took a look, it turned out to be an edict from the Emperor of Heaven, which said to let the emperor of the human race pay attention to his identity, not to be with the demon clan, and to disrupt the order of the human world.

Li Zhao was so frightened that he didn't expect the Emperor of Heaven to meddle with his affairs. He always thought that the high-ranking immortals had never cared about the life or death of the human race, and always said things like the number of heaven's will to prevaricate.

has been so perfunctory for a long time, Li Zhao naturally thinks that the Emperor of Heaven will not care what he is doing.

Unexpectedly, now that the Emperor of Heaven knows that he is colluding with the demon clan, things are a little difficult to handle. After Emperor Li Zhao sent the envoy of the Immortal Clan, he sat down in a chair with his hand in his hand, thinking about how to deal with this matter next.

Suddenly, a minister appeared out of nowhere, and he had been monitoring the emperor's every move, so he could see clearly the matter of the immortal sending the edict just now. So, he lobbied Li Zhao with clever words to tell him what instructions the Emperor had given him.

At first, Li Zhao refused to speak, but he couldn't stand the lobbying, so he directly threw the secret letter to the minister and asked him to give advice on what to do.

The minister carefully looked at the contents of the edict, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He held the oracle in his hand and said, "Among the Three Realms, not only the Heavenly Clan can rule the world. This change of ownership may happen at any time, and I hope that Your Majesty will wait and see what happens. ”

"Could it be that the Demon King has the next move?"

"Wechen doesn't know. However, the Demon King is resourceful and courageous, and the change of ownership of the Three Realms may be a better choice, and it is also a great opportunity for His Majesty. ”

"Oh, what chance?"

"The chance of immortality. Since ancient times, the emperors of the human race have sought the art of immortality, but because the Heavenly Clan has the final say in the Three Realms, Si Ming will write a life for the human race, live for a few decades and turn into a blank of loess, and then enter reincarnation. If the accumulation of virtue in this life is not enough, you will have to be reincarnated in a poor family in the next life.

But the demon king is different, as long as he is appreciated, there is no problem with immortality, so that His Majesty can really 'long live, long live', wouldn't it be happy. ”

The minister of the demon clan incarnation spoke directly to Li Zhao's heart.

Now he enjoys the supreme glory and wealth, and there are many beauties around him, if he can live forever, this matter is fast and wonderful.

"Aiqing's words really won my heart, and I hope Aiqing will give me more guidance and advice on what the next action of the demon king will be. His daily increase in officials and knighthood is indispensable for your benefits. "Li Zhao has no other benefits, the biggest advantage is that it is easy to fool.

So he also believed in the demon clan's nonsense.

Although Emperor Li Zhao was mediocre, he was not ambiguous at all when he acted in his favor.

The next day, Li Zhao secretly summoned Jin Wuwei and issued two edicts, one was to lead the demon clan to secretly kill the demon hunters, and the other was to eliminate all the newly rising rebel organizations against the imperial court.

The emperor commanded, and an undercurrent was set off within the entire human race.

The monster hunter was originally a beautiful and worshipful identity, but now he is running around, and there is no doubt about his identity and fugitive.

Especially those hunters who are half-hanging, if they are targeted, there is basically no possibility of escape, and their corpses are transported into the demon realm and eaten by the demons, and since then there are no bones, and there is no such person.

The more advanced hunters can resist a few rounds, and after being exhausted, they live in fear.

Late at night, in a ruined temple in Huainan.

Unknown monks wander here. It was raining in the sky, and a broken umbrella couldn't cover it, and his robe was wet.

The monk looked up at the broken lintel, the plaque on the broken door was gone, and cobwebs were everywhere.

It has been raining for seven days, and today is particularly heavy. The monk said to himself, "The flood disaster is coming. ”

After speaking, he took the umbrella and walked into the temple. The temple was pitch black, and the wind poured into the temple from all directions, setting off the monk's clothes.

Suddenly, he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

The monk smiled slightly, he didn't panic, but folded his hands and said: "Donor, the poor monk is just sheltering from the rain, and he will leave when the rain stops, and he wants to make it convenient." ”

"Monk, are you the only one?"

"It's all empty, there's no self. ”

"Don't say that, I don't understand. Is there anyone else around here besides you, such as the Demon Clan and the Black-Clad Killer? A tired male voice said.

"There is no one who the donor says. ”

“......”

The owner of those eyes silently hid in the darkness, no longer making any sound, and the monk only heard his slight breathing to discern his presence.

After a while, the monk took out a steamed bun from his arms, and it was inconvenient for him to eat after a few hours of rain today, so he could only be hungry until now.

Just as the monk pinched down a piece of steamed bread and was about to put it in his mouth, there was a soft sound of swallowing saliva in the darkness.

The monk pressed the steamed bun on the steamed bun, and he asked with a smile: "If the donor doesn't dislike it, the poor monk has a steamed bun." ”

The monk handed the steamed bun in his hand into the darkness, but the other party did not take it for a long time.

"Don't you believe in the poor monk?" the monk uncovered the dough again, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Seeing this, the man in the dark snatched the steamed bun and stuffed it all into his mouth, and the dry dough choked his throat and eyes.

The monk smiled softly and hurriedly handed over a gourd filled with water.

The other party took the water and drank a few sips, and finally sighed comfortably.

The monk sat back in the distance.

The wind blew through the hall, and he wanted to make a fire to roast his wet clothes, just as there were some broken tables, chairs, legs and straw in the temple. The monk collected and stacked it in the hall, and when he was about to take out the fire box and light the fire, the man in the darkness whispered, "Monk, don't light the fire." You can't let people know that there's someone here. ”

"Oh, the benefactor has made an enemy?"

"You don't care, in short, be quiet. ”

"It's fine. But the donor remembered the poor monk's words, and turned back to the shore. ”

"I still want to find a shore, the government colludes with the demon clan and won't let us go." ”

"What do you say? ”

"Nothing. ”

The man found that he had spoken too much, and he felt that the monk was not like a bad person, so he blurted out at once, and immediately closed his mouth when he said it, and continued to stay in the dark.

The monk smiled slightly.

The two were silent in the darkness, not saying a word.

After a long time, the smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and the monk frowned.

"Donor, the poor monk has a word, your blood is flowing too much, if you don't treat it, your blood will attract monsters. ”

It turned out that the monk had known that he was injured for a long time, and when the monk said it, the man no longer forced it, so he let out a soft "hmm" and fell to the ground.