Nine Netherworlds, the City Envoy's Mansion.

Dongfang Wuyun stood on top of the head of the underworld, his eyes looking into the distance, his hands clasped behind his back, not knowing what to think again.

The paper crane behind him hugged his fists and said: "The subordinates have investigated clearly, this change in Tianxiang Emperor State, there is the shadow of the waiter, the Feng family, and the Ghost King Mountain behind it."

"The waiter, the Feng family and the Ghost King Mountain?"

Dongfang Wuyun heard the words of the paper crane Sanren, showed a hint of a smile, and said: "This Feng family is really not small, and he is actually mixed with the people of Ghost King Mountain."

Paper Crane Sanren nodded deeply, and said: "Yes, the water in Ghost King Mountain is not shallow, and the Feng family and the waiter family actually made a move, so they shouldn't give Wen Qingye a chance to breathe, Wen Qingye didn't want to say that he wanted Tianxiang Dizhou this time, it was difficult to save his life this time."

Dongfang Wuyun looked into the distance and said faintly: "I'm afraid that this Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture can't live this warm night."

"It can't be"

Paper Crane glanced at Dongfang Wuyun in surprise, and said: "I heard that the senior brother of the Feng family's ancestor Feng Moyan is Taipinghou, the head of the family, and the ghosts of the Ghost King Mountain have all arrived, the three of them are half-step immortal monarchs, and they are all top half-step immortal monarchs, even the average Shangqing immortal monarch has to weigh one or two, and it would be good if Wen Qingye could survive."

Dongfang Wuyun said: "At the beginning, during the Great War of the Underworld, didn't everyone think that I was going to die?"

Paper Crane Sanren laughed and said, "How can that kid in Wen Qingye compare with the king of the state?"

"Forget it, don't talk about him"

Dongfang Wuyun waved his hand and said, "Has Luo Tian's news been inquired?"

Hearing the word 'Luo Tian', a trace of solemnity appeared in the eyes of the paper crane scattered people, and said: "I have received the news of the secret agent, Luo Tian has indeed returned to the Eastern Immortal Court, it seems that he has also got an adventure, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and his progress is rapid."

If anyone knew that the spies under Dongfang Wuyun's command were able to find out the detailed information of Dongfang Immortal Court Luo Tian, they would definitely be shocked.

You must know that only a few of the seven major families can extend their hands to the Eastern Immortal Court, but it is impossible to find out the news of such an important person as Luo Tian.

"Oh?"

Dongfang Wuyun heard the words of the paper crane scatterer, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and said: "The last time Luo Tian appeared, it seems that his cultivation is still in Shangqing Immortal Monarch, but now what about his cultivation?"

"Not detected"

Paper Crane Sanren shook his head and said, "That Luo Tian has been staying in the Imperial Palace of the Eastern Immortal Court, and it is difficult for our spies to reach into the Imperial Palace."

Dongfang Wuyun continued to ask, "Is there any other news then?"

"After the Qingya Immortal General returned to the Eastern Immortal Court, in addition to making some friends, he was not in charge of the Eastern Immortal Court's southern army, but this southern army has been unstable recently."

Paper Crane Sanren took a deep breath and said: "I got an important news from North Luodi Prefecture, during this time, the army of Zhengnan has been stationed next to the end of the world, and I think the plan is not small."

"Stationed at the end of the world?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Wuyun frowned, looked into the distance and was silent for a long time, and muttered to himself in his heart: Could it be that the war between the Eastern Immortal Court and the Southern Immortal Court is about to start again?

On the ninth day of August, the summer was scorching, like a red disc burning the earth.

Wen Qingye led the Qianhua Night Army to rush towards the imperial city with a sweeping momentum, and the places where he passed, the major hall lords and city envoys all surrendered when they heard the wind.

In the end, in less than ten days, Wen Qingye arrived at the Imperial City with an army of millions.

Imperial City, the study of the city envoy's mansion.

Di Fei was sitting on the main seat with a beautiful woman of the Gang clan in his arms, and a pair of big hands kept wandering on the woman's delicate curved ends.

The beautiful woman of the Gang clan was panting, and her eyes became a little distant.

"Patriarch, patriarch, something is wrong, Wen Qingye is here"

Suddenly, an elder of the Di family hurriedly barged in.

When Di Fei heard the words of the elder of the Di family, his originally unhappy expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "What? so fast?"

According to his estimates, it would be at least a few days before Wen Qingye arrived here, but he didn't expect that in just ten days, Wen Qingye would be killed.

The elder of the Nadi family took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said: "It's true, the four gates of the Imperial City are all people from the Qianhua Night Army, and they obviously don't plan to leave us alive."

Di Fei frowned and asked, "What about the Yellow Sect Lord and the Nine Saint Clan Patriarch?"

The elder of the Di family replied: "The master of the Yellow Gate went to the east gate of the Imperial City, the Nine Holy Clan took the masters of the Nine Holy Clans to the West Gate, and the other masters are now guarding the south gate, but the masters of the Qianhua Night Army are too fierce, I don't think they can resist for long at all."

Di Fei continued to ask: "The Lord of the Yellow Sect and the patriarch of the Nine Saints Clan are both Great Luo Golden Immortals, could it be that there are also masters of Great Luo Golden Immortals among the Qianhua Night Army?"

The elder of the Di family said anxiously: "Yes, the master of the Yellow Gate has met a master named Ren Qingyang, who has been suppressed, and it seems that Ren Qingyang has not used all his strength, and the elder of the Nine Holy Clan has also been blocked by Nie Tiandong, the Qianhua Night Army, and the two are still inseparable from each other at the south gate."

"We'll go now"

When Di Fei heard that the patriarch of the Nine Holy Clans and Huang Shang were all dragged by the Qianhua Night Army, he suddenly couldn't sit still, and pushed away the beautiful woman of the Gang Clan who was bathing in the fire in his arms, and walked quickly towards the gate of the Imperial City.

The north gate of the Imperial City.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the entire land was dyed red, and it was full of trivial corpses.

Countless Qianhua Night Army rushed towards the gate of the city, and it was the monks of Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture who were blocking them in front, these monks were originally official monks of Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture, and it stands to reason that they should be directly under Wen Qingye's command.

However, during this time, Wen Qingye did not succeed him, so that the Di family, the Nine Holy Clan, Lumen, Shameng and other forces carved up the entire Tianxiang Emperor State.

Jin Xin walked to Wen Qingye's side with blood all over his body, and said, "Although the brothers are fierce, there are too many enemies, and they can still rely on the formation of the Imperial City to counterattack, the casualties are too great."

Bai Qing, Wu Jun, Qian Juetian and others next to him were all covered in blood, showing the fierceness of the battle.

"These are the living forces of Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture, and they really can't be fought."

Wen Qingye frowned, he knew that if he continued to fight, he would win or lose.

Tang Taitong reminded on the side: "King Zhou, I see that Di Fei has not appeared yet, and it is estimated that a conspiracy is brewing."

"Yes, you can't show up, it's too dangerous," Lei Zhen nodded beside him.

Wen Qingye is not only the king of Tianxiang Emperor Prefecture, but also the altar master of the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Nether Prefecture, if something happens to him, the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Netherworld Prefecture are estimated to be swallowed up by people with intentions.

"Just them?"

Wen Qingye lightly drew out the Zhuxian Sword and said, "My brothers are bleeding in front, how can I stand behind them?"