A continuous mountain range is dangerously high, and the peaks are stacked on top of each other, and the birds are difficult to pass. It is covered with thick clouds and mist all year round, and the ancient trees are vigorous but also have a lot of psychedelic hideousness, and the sometimes resounding ape and tiger roar stirs and stirs the fog, which also adds to a certain desolate coldness.

Through the layers of blue-black mountain rocks, an ancient palace stands in the belly of this mountain range. The majestic palace is inky black, giving people the illusion of a savage ancient beast that spans the ages, it sleeps quietly in the belly of the mountain, but it is difficult to ignore: maybe one day, it will wake up and return, smash the mountains, and stand fiercely between heaven and earth, dominating the world!

Standing in front of the inky black palace again, staring fixedly at the arrogant seal body "Demon Gong Sanctuary" above the palace door, the kind of eternal insolence that reflects the invincible temperament of self-esteem, still makes the heart of the generation of sect leader Ouyang Batian tremble!

Even if Ouyang Batian was able to turn his hands into clouds and rain in the spirit realm, even if he declared himself in the cultivation world and was called the "Demon Lord Ghost Feet Seven", even if he held a lot of power and had millions of sect members. But here, a generation of heavenly pride, he could not restrain the suppression of his mind and demonic soul, and here, he was no longer a ruthless sect master, but a slave who surrendered to the giant sect.

On both sides of the front door of the palace, there are two stone guards standing in the palace. They are two feet tall, holding a five-ring stone knife, their bodies are carved with simple armor, their faces are lifelike but their expressions are cold, they are two lifeless stone figures, but Ouyang Batian understands that they are not dead things, each of them has the earth-shattering power of killing gods and saints.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Batian slowly pushed open the stone door of the palace and walked into the palace with a solemn expression. The night pearl emits a faint light, shining on the palace space as high as a hundred zhang, there is nothing here, just in the air, filled with the coercion of a cold atmosphere.

Ouyang Batian did not squint, as if he was meeting the emperor's courtiers, and respectfully stepped forward. One step, two steps, three steps, his waist unconsciously bent down a point, and what is even more incredible is that his face is also a little older. There is no other reason, the deeper you go into the palace, the stronger the arrogance and coercion from above.

As if unconscious, Ouyang Batian stared into the depths of the palace and continued to walk. Four steps, five steps, six steps...... With every three steps forward, the coercion in the palace became stronger, and Ouyang Batian's back bent down a little, and his face also became older.

In the dim pearlescent palace, there are some unknown weirdness, and unfathomable evil spirits. Ouyang Batian, who had a young face, was in awe of pilgrimage, but he didn't know that he had silently spanned the years in the worship step by step. His face changed from a handsome young man, to a resolute middle age, and finally to a wrinkled old age, and his back also changed from the initial straight, step by step to bent back. The short distance of thirty steps allowed Ouyang Batian to cross the journey of life in the vast years, which has to be said to be a treacherous change here.

However, the most evil thing was that in this thirty steps distance, he did not notice his abnormality, but felt that the power in the palace was getting stronger and stronger, and compared to the master of this place, in Ouyang Batian's opinion, the overflow of some coercion was also expected.

Finally approaching the depths of the palace, there was no emperor in a dragon robe in front of Ouyang Batian's body, some were just thick misty ink clouds, the pearl light shining into them was devoured alive, and some were just pitch-black demon clouds that obscured their vision.

Secretly adjusting his breathing, Ouyang Batian saluted to the demon cloud and said:

"Lord, a message came from the Heavenly Eye, and the Western Cultivation World was shocked to see a five-colored divine dog devouring the bright moon, the gate of hell was blasted, countless demons entered the cultivation world, and the Huaxia Qiankun Nine Tripods appeared!"

Three pieces of information were reported to the mysterious master, and Ouyang Batian lowered his head and waited for the echo in the demon cloud. A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...... An hour passed, and the demon clouds were calm and quiet, without the slightest fluctuation, as if the powerful man in it had long since withered into silence. However, Ouyang Batian did not agree, he still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, not daring to make the slightest movement, and even some upset emotions did not dare to arise.

Time passed quietly in Ouyang Batian's silence, and the silent palace was as silent as death. It wasn't until five hours later that the demon cloud fluctuated slightly, and a low murmur came from the demon cloud:

"Ten thousand years of silence, ten thousand years of depravity, ten thousand years of will not be extinguished, after all, ushered in the star of the era; Pass on the holy order of my Demon Palace, and immediately start the plan against the sky. ”

A leisurely murmur echoed throughout the palace, and invisible sound waves shook the swaying light of the night pearl. Ouyang Batian's body trembled to suppress the throbbing of the demon soul in his body.

For the Lord Master in the Demon Cloud, Ouyang Batian was in endless awe from the bottom of his heart, not only because of the mysterious man's magic skills, but also because of his undiminished will for ten thousand years of silence. There is a lord who fights the heavens and the earth, why worry about not being able to go against the sky?

"Obey the Demon Venerable's Sacred Order!"

Ouyang Batian turned around, his eyes flashing with flames that shook the sky, only here could he feel the passionate blood boiling again and again. Step by step out of the palace, the weakening of the coercion disappeared, and his appearance was reversed to a youthful form.

Walking out of the palace, as the door of the palace closed with a bang, Ouyang Batian returned to the Demon Sect Leader who commanded a million male soldiers. Turning to look at the "Demon Palace Sanctuary", the arrogance that came to his face made him understand - God, it's about to change! (To be continued......)