Gu Xiaoqi and Gu Simu sat down in the Wanxiang Building, and the puppet on their backs stood silently to the side to guard.

From time to time, Xiao Xuanyi would show his head from the small book, as if he was looking to see if the dishes were ready, and when he saw that the dishes were not served, he retracted his head again.

Two beautiful girls, plus a simple guard.

Such a strange combination is not common in the underworld.

But even if it was strange, he didn't come forward to disturb him.

In the underworld, you can't go far without a few brushes in your hands.

The more strange the lineup looks like this, if it is very high-profile, it means that there are either masters or masters behind it.

No matter what kind of person you want, you must not provoke easily.

"It's not been peaceful lately, I heard that just last night, Yu Wuming died."

"As a veteran Saint Rank peak master, Yu Wuming died in the night inexplicably, and even his body was burned to slag by a strange black fire, this matter is really weird."

"Someone saw the process of the strange black fire devouring the corpse, and wanted to find out what it was, but as soon as he touched it, his body was ignited by the black fire. If it weren't for his quick eyes and quick hands, he cut off his right hand in time, and almost died in Huangquan! ”

In the Wanxiang Building, several underworld monks were discussing some of the things that had happened recently.

One of the eye-catching things is naturally the killing of the master who rebelled and left the Holy Land of Styx not long ago.

The death of a peak master of the Holy Rank will naturally attract the attention of many forces, not to mention that it also involves the Holy Land of the River Styx.

While everyone was talking, some people had already begun to suspect that the rebel master was probably killed by the Emperor Realm powerhouse of the Styx Holy Land.

Only such an Emperor Realm powerhouse could kill an old Saint-Rank master so easily.

Just when everyone thought that this should be the case, another person walked into the restaurant, happened to hear these conversations, and asked:

"Is the black fire you are talking about incombustible, and can even scorch the soul of the gods, and has an extremely powerful restraint effect on the underworld?"

"That's true, that black fire is so terrifying, it's hard to imagine what kind of character can control such magical powers!"

One witness nodded, remembering what he had seen that day, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

At the same time, everyone also looked at the visitor strangely, wondering why the visitor knew the effect of the black fire so well.

And he saw that all the people looked at him, and that the purpose of the coming man was fulfilled.

He beckoned and summoned the shopkeeper.

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

"If you have nothing to do, I will come to talk to you heroes about the deeds of the master of the black fire!"

"The eight or nine that you speculate about are not far from ten, the veteran master who rebelled against the Holy Land of Styx died at the hands of the high-ranking of the Holy Land of Styx, but ...... That person did not die at the hands of the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm, but at the hands of the young generation of genius monks in the Styx Holy Land! ”

The words of the person immediately sparked heated discussions among everyone.

The exercises of the monks of the underworld have always been weird, and they are mostly contaminated with ghost spirituality, and the old saint-level masters don't know how many hole cards they have, which is far from being comparable to the younger generation.

No matter how abundant the resources of the Styx Holy Land are, even if a genius monk achieves cultivation, he may not be as good as the monks of the same rank of the older generation.

Therefore, the people did not believe very much what the man had just said.

Seeing this, the man was not in a hurry to explain, but lifted the wine jar, took a big sip, and exclaimed that he was happy.

"Guys, don't rush to conclusions."

"I don't know if you, have you heard of the latest Styx Son to be crowned the Lord of Shadows?"

This remark once again aroused heated discussions in the field.

"Styx Son, Origa! I've heard of him, the youngest Shadow King of the Underworld! ”

"The Lord of Shadows, also known as the King of Killers. I heard that the Holy Son of the Styx was born in the Nether Realm, and his talent is extremely high, and it is indeed possible to kill an old Saint-level master with the title of Shadow King at such a young age. ”

This time, the crowd began to nod their heads in agreement.

After all, they still recognize the gold content of the title of the Shadow King.

It's just that after Zheliang came to the underworld, he has always been low-key, and everyone doesn't know about Zheliang's related deeds.

"Good guy, Zheliang has really become the Holy Son of the River Styx, and what kind of title is the King of Shadows, he mixed very well, and he lived up to the expectations of his master!"

In the corner of the restaurant, Gu Xiaoqi also heard the discussion of a group of underworld monks.

At first, she just listened to the excitement, but she didn't expect that in the end, the person who the monks discussed turned out to be Zheliang.

There was some pride in her heart.

"Uncle Zheliang, it's amazing."

On the other side, Gu Simu was holding an oversized chicken wing and gnawing on it.

While gnawing, he gave a thumbs up and praised Uncle Zheliang.

"The title of the Shadow King is both an honor and a burden."

"Do you know who the Styx Son met after he killed the nameless?"

At this time, the man in the field began to sell Guan Zi again.

Everyone was used to it, and someone immediately cooperated and asked, "Who did you meet?" ”

"Young Hall Master of the Dark Night Temple, Cheng Feng!"

"Did they fight?"

"Nope! The Night Temple and the Styx Sanctuary have always been mortal rivals, and the Young Lord of the Night Temple was once a strong contender for the Lord of Shadows. ”

"This time, he was preempted by the Holy Son of Styx and took away the title of the King of Shadows, so he was naturally unconvinced. So, he handed a letter of life and death to the Son of Styx. ”

"Which Styx Son did not hesitate to sign his name on the battle book."

"Seeing this, the young hall master of the Night Temple also signed his name on the battle book, and the contract has come into effect......"

In the middle of speaking, the man saw that everyone was looking at him in unison, and there was curiosity in their eyes, and he sold the guanzi again.

"Oops!"

"You guy is so annoying, can you not stop at a critical moment every time!"

An underworld monk spoke what was in everyone's hearts, causing everyone to laugh in unison.

The person who spoke also laughed, and simply didn't sell it, and began to tell the cause and effect of the genius clash between the two major forces in the underworld.

The Holy Land of Styx is the top power in the underworld, famous for its assassinations in the Six Realms.

The Temple of the Night comes from the Divine Realm, and is also famous for its assassinations, and now that the Temple of the Night has come to the Underworld to develop, it naturally can't cross the Holy Land of the River Styx.

The confrontation between the two forces is not once or twice.

This time, the young hall master of the Night Temple took the initiative to issue a war letter, which was also a war letter issued by the Night Temple to the Styx Holy Land.

Therefore, no matter what the reason is, the Orira who has ascended from the Nether Realm as the Holy Son of the River Styx must receive this battle letter.

This battle can not only determine who is the king of the younger generation of killers, but also affect the layout and development of the two forces in the underworld.

"Zheliang, that guy seems to be in big trouble!"

Gu Xiaoqi listened to everyone's story, and was faintly worried in his heart.

Even Gu Simu, who had been eating non-stop, wiped the oil on his hands and put down the oversized chicken leg in his hand.