The dust was flying, and on the red earth, only the patriarch of the Yan clan was left holding the pitch-black box in his hand, with a happy face, looking at the vast void, and his expression was extremely respectful:

Thank you, seniors!

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The temperature in the main hall is extremely high, and as soon as ordinary people step on the floor of the giant hall, they are afraid that their whole body will be melted, and there is no possibility of survival.

On top of the pale yellow hall, the maroon throne of the clan lord is extraordinarily majestic, making people dare not look at it, and the huge pillars around it are rising in flames, like a dragon in the sea of fire.

The previous middle-aged man in the red robe was full of calmness, staring indifferently at the door of the main hall, but he was still holding the black iron box in his arms, and he did not leave an inch.

Soon after, a red figure appeared in the hall, with a handsome face, hair like ink, and a pair of pitch-black pupils, cold black with pale flames, which looked very terrifying.

"The child meets his father!"

Yan Lie, the young master of the Yan clan, looked at the tower-like figure above the main hall, bowed slightly, and said slightly respectfully.

"Lie'er, you're here", the red-robed middle-aged sleeve robe waved and stood up, "Have you been satisfied with all these years?" The Yan clan leader frowned slightly and asked with a sigh.

Below, the young master of the Yan clan, Yan Lie, chuckled in his heart, "...... Satisfied...... Satisfied!"

"Do you blame your father for treating you like this all these years?"

"No...... It's no wonder", under the main hall, Yan Lie's tone suddenly became calm, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, "If it weren't for his hard work in the past twenty years, he would have become an outcast of the Yan clan."

He was originally a concubine of the Yan clan, and his mother was originally a maid by the side of the Yan clan lord, and he was just a drunken sin.

For so many years, his mother has been oppressed by Mrs. Zheng, and he has suffered from the ridicule of others. If it weren't for the judgment of the young master of the Yan clan based on his strength, if it weren't for his lifeless hard training, I am afraid that his identity as the young master would have been usurped by others, and even his life would not be guaranteed.

The red-robed middle-aged man felt the slightest coldness around Yan Lie, and sighed slightly, "The talent is inferior, and I can sit on the young master of the Yan clan for ten years......"

Looking at the pitch-black box in his hand, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the Yan Clan's mouth, "He has decided to forcibly replace the young master of the Yan Clan, but he has encountered the Nine Separation Sacred Fire Body."

"Someone gave it to you!"

As he spoke, the Yan clan leader handed the box in his hand to Yan Lie.

The young man was slightly stunned, and couldn't help frowning, "Someone gave it to him, who would give it to him...... It's ridiculous", Yan Lie casually took the pitch-black box.

"Clan...... The patriarch ...... outside the main hall, a hoarse and anxious voice suddenly sounded, and an old man walked into the main hall with a ding-dong clang, completely forgetting any etiquette, and gasping and said:

"Clan...... Clan Master, my Treasure Pavilion, the three most precious treasures are missing!"

Above the main hall, the red-robed middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and his fists were clenched sonorously, "What do you say, the three most precious treasures are missing?" In his tone, he couldn't help but be filled with a trace of anger:

"What the hell is going on?"

The old man standing below trembled, and said hoarsely, "That ...... After that green-robed senior went in once, the three treasures were gone!"

The middle-aged man in the red robe trembled with facial muscles, and his anger burned but there was nowhere to go, "That is the powerhouse of the ninth section of the white flag, comparable to the ancient famous house, can he still chase and kill the Yan clan for thousands of miles, and that old man still has the hope of his Yan clan."

"If you don't see it, it's gone", after a long time, the Yan clan leader sighed, "Those three treasures can be regarded as giving them away!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged red-robed eyes fell on Yan Lie's body, staring closely at the iron box in Yan Lie's hand.

"Khooth!"

The black box was opened with a crisp sound, and the young man frowned slightly, and in the huge box, there was only one envelope, and it was a crumpled envelope.

When I opened the envelope, there was a pitch-black post with a big scarlet text on it, murderous and crazy:

Bury!

The red-robed young man's eyes were shocked, and his fists were clenched sonorously, but he was not in a hurry to open the post, he looked up at the Yan clan leader, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"This is a battle post!"

The middle-aged man in the red robe raised his eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile, "The senior in the green robe said before, as long as he can survive that day, he will be accepted as a successor, is it ......?"

"What's in there?" asked the Yan clan leader.

The eighth day of September!

In front of the Sky Tower!

A battle of life and death!

Meet Hades!

........................

Bloody, funeral for you!

- Jun Qinghan!

With a "bang", Yan Lie closed the post and said indifferently, "On the eighth day of the ninth month, the battle monarch is lightly cold", and the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a cold smile, "The eighth day of the ninth month......

Today, it is the second day of September!

"Can't you still defeat him?" above the main hall, the Yan clan leader waved his sleeve robe and said with a little anger.

"Huh...... Don't you know how capable your own son is? The matter of Tianbu Tian challenging Jun Qinghan on the continent is in an uproar, does my father think that I, a person who is alone in the martial arts, can defeat him and torture him?"

As he spoke, Yan Lie laughed, full of resentful self-deprecation.

"No...... You've got to beat him!"

A trace of anxiety suddenly appeared in the eyes of the red-robed middle-aged man, "The two tigers are fighting, and only one person can go down the mountain alive, only if Yan Lie wins, will he get the inheritance of that master and revitalize the Yan clan."

"As long as you win, there will be a great creation!"

"Great Creation?" Yan Lie smiled disdainfully, "Father, do you think there really will be any great creation for a waste like me?"

"You ......"

The Yan clan lord's sleeve robe shook vigorously, and a trace of anger appeared in his tone, and before the anger could be released, a pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared in the main hall, fluttering like a ghost, and stopped at the side of the Yan clan master.

"Clan master, that green-robed young man is not a master, but just a member of the Jun Killing Palace", as he spoke, a phantom jade bi appeared in the shadow hand, and above the jade bi, it was the influence of Bai Xiaopang appearing in Hongchi Villa.

"His eldest brother is Jun Qinghan!"

The shadow said indifferently on the side.

Above the main hall, the face of the Yan clan patriarch became very gloomy, and the red robe around him suddenly rose with anger, and the corners of his mouth showed a chill, "Damn, catch me back, I must break him into pieces."

"He has fled into the outer realm of the Water Tribe, and if our Clan enters without permission, it is very likely that he will ......"

The shadow said immediately.

"Water Tribe?" the Yan Clan Patriarch frowned, and then showed a cold smile, "Since he has entered the Water Tribe, then let's wait for him to come out, no...... After he finishes wandering around the Eight Ancient Clans, he will be arrested."

"Clan Master, the supreme treasure of my Yan Clan, should you just let that little cub take it?" the old man of His Highness said suddenly.

The patriarch of the Yan clan waved his robe, looked at the people in front of him with a grim expression, and a trace of anger in his heart gradually swelled, "A stinky boy actually made the Yan clan sincerely frightened, and took away his recklessness, as well as the three treasures in the clan. In the end, it was an empty ......"

His eyes fell on Yan Lie's body, and the anger of the red-robed middle-aged man gushed out, "Nine away from the body of the holy fire, and nine fallen suns...... Lao Tzu is still eighteen suns......"

"Get out!"

Anger swept through the hall, and cold and pitch-black flames erupted around the Yan clan leader.

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In the ancient hall, in the endless abyss, in the boiling hundreds of millions of demon blood, a young man sat cross-legged, unmoving, like a rock and the earth could not move, and the man's entire body was in the center of the blood-red word 'demon'.

The soul is there, constantly echoing the words:

What is a demon?

Why is the devil?

Why the devil?

..................

Vibrations in the soul over and over again, constantly washing Jun Qinghan's whole body. The sea of knowledge was turbulent, and the soul that was originally colorless gradually turned into pitch black, and the ancient demon sitting cross-legged seemed to have comprehended a little.

The demon spring was churning, and with the change of Jun Qinghan's soul, the entire demon abyss was roaring, filled with the cheers of hundreds of millions of evil ghosts, and the questioning that was originally only in Jun Qinghan's soul gradually swept the entire bronze giant hall, majestic and majestic, full of infinite killing opportunities.

What is a demon?

Why is the devil?

Why the devil?

With a bang, like a demon soldier cutting through the sky, Jun Qinghan suddenly opened his scarlet eyes......