In the main hall of the Demon Sect, Jiu Ling lazily asked his subordinates, "Are everything ready?" ”

"Muslim Master, everything is ready, waiting for the Sect Master's order at any time!"

"Well, let's go down."

In the past ten years, Jiuling has not been wasted in vain, and he has long ordered the Demon Sect to make heavy weapons and cultivate according to the drawings.

In this plane, Jiuling wants the villain to rule the continent.

Jiuling also needs to retreat for a period of time, explain it well, and practice in retreat.

******

"I heard that the Hall of Light is going to fight with the Demon Sect! This time is different, I heard a cousin in the Hall of Radiance say, this time the battle must be won or lost! ”

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, alas, I hope to defeat the Demon Cult quickly and let us live a peaceful life."

"I don't think the outcome of this battle is certain, I heard that the Demon Sect makes weapons that are not only very strong."

"What kind of weapon?"

"I don't know."

"Cut!"

......

Not far away, a young man in a blue robe sat on the seat of a small stall, listening to the words of the people, his expression became nervous, hoping that his father would be fine!

He shook his hand and put a few copper plates on the table, and turned to leave. At this moment, he hurried to the Hall of Light, and he didn't know why he was so nervous about his father.

And on the side of the Hall of Light,

"Where's the Holy Monarch! Where has the Holy Monarch gone?! A middle-aged man looked angrily at the trembling disciples kneeling below.

"I don't know where the Holy Monarch has gone, what do I want you to do! Rubbish! Rubbish! Now that the Great War is approaching, if we can't find the Holy Monarch, we will only have a crushing defeat! Find it! Go and get the Holy Monarch back! By any means! Just go!! ”

All the disciples disappeared in a puff of smoke.

At this moment, only the middle-aged manly lungs in the empty hall are about to explode!

He didn't find the Holy Monarch for several days, and the angry middle-aged man almost went into shock.

Seeing that the time of the war was getting closer and closer, Ayadi rushed back to the Radiance Hall in time, searched everywhere but couldn't find his father, and grabbed a disciple with a hurried expression, "Where is my father?" ”

"Holy Son, the Holy Monarch disappeared a few days ago, and he hasn't been found in the past few days."

The trance god let go of the disciple, and the disciple hurried away.

Father gone? Impossible, I'm going to my father.

******

On the main seat of the Demon Sect Hall, Jiu Ling was lying lazily, looking at the translucent mirror image in front of him, and the picture inside was the figure of Ayadi.

Don't worry, I'll take you to me.

"Master, the hour has come."

A disciple in a white robe came running to give a report.

"Go to war!"

The gentle voice spreads out, giving cold and merciless orders!