Sacred and not blasphemed, lowly and humble, between the words of Fly Mountain and Langshui, it is so clear and with full tendencies, so Bichen Gong almost stopped from the heart, with a smile that would be touched, bowed to the gray Pengke quite respectfully, and then looked in the direction where the demonic qi of the water came from, and said softly without boasting: "Your Excellency Mr. Hui, that is the captive of our tribe Fly Mountain, the captive from Yanshui." ”

The gray pengke's whole body was covered tightly, and it was impossible to see what his expression was at the moment, but his rather approving tone undoubtedly explained his position, and he sighed: "You captives, with a woman's fat powder, it smells very good." ”

The hint between the words made Ha Luha, who had always been reluctant to do this, laugh: "Yes, Your Excellency, most of our captives are delicate and beautiful women who have turned into human bodies, and under the inspiration of the supreme holy law of King Qijiwu, they are willing to change their courts and join the command of Fly Mountain. And we also need them to make a glamorous appearance. The smug and cheerful tone paused slightly, and the dust officer seemed to remember his duty, and immediately returned to his previous respectful and docile appearance, stretched out his right hand forward, bowed again, and said, "Your Excellency, Sir, please." ”

"The King of Qianli Qiji seems to have done a very good job, and before the world knows it, he has launched a killing campaign against the water, and has also successfully possessed the first batch of captives who are willing to turn against him. Gray Pengke praised the head, but this sentence was more flattering and flattering.

Bichen Gong quietly glanced at this gray pengke who did not look amazing, in fact, it was difficult to see his face at all, he was suspicious in his heart, but he did not say anything, he had already felt the breath of the demon man, the kind of anger that was contaminated by killing too many fellow Daoist spirits, such a person, why did King Qiji Wu treat him like a guest like a guest? And why did he say so many clearly flattering nature, and many boasts about Fly Mountain? Who is he?

Bichen Gong didn't know the origin of the gray pengke of the road, even if he maintained the etiquette, there was a suspicious look between his eyebrows, and the footsteps of the Saint King's Guard Silver Armor Guard who followed him sounded with the road, which seemed a little harsh in the strange atmosphere. Of course, he would not get carried away enough to take the Gray Pengke to the scene of the rehearsal of the water banshees captured from the outpost first, and probably knew that most of the demon spirits of the alien spirit army were having a crazy relationship with them, on the contrary, the dust prince carefully avoided the places where those water banshees gathered, and took the gray Pengke on another path leading to the palace of the Thousand Miles Qiji King.

This is a beautiful and magnificent but not lose the solemnity of the palace, and has been under construction has not yet been completed the Holy Spirit Temple, this palace is completely in accordance with the style of the Qin Palace, the use of demons to gather sand into a tower of mysterious magic to build, just in just one month, this palace stands between the Holy Spirit Temple and the Valley of Fanzi, and has become the place to replace the former Fuyi residence of the King of Qianli Qiji.

Gray Pengke naturally had no way of knowing the past of Fanzi Valley, but when he saw the shape of the palace shadow building, a strong smell of blood came to the end of his nose, and one after another wooden stakes rising several feet high appeared, nailed or inserted, but they were some human corpses with incomplete limbs and blurred flesh and blood, and without exception, a grinning skull was always used as the decoration on the top of the stake. The gray pengke walked calmly, as if he had not seen it, as if he had only seen the most ordinary scene.

The stone steps made of first-class bluestone walked up, and the sound of footsteps could be heard, but a new welcoming team appeared, and the leader of the wind raiders, Yan Yueshi, shouted from afar: "Fly Mountain and Yue Yue, welcome Your Excellency." ”

Shi Shiran, the gray pengke, walked past the Yueshi, as if he smiled and nodded at the Yueshi, but when the Yueshi saw the person clearly, his face turned gray in an instant, he hurriedly lowered his head, and the demons behind him seemed to be polite for a long time, but only the Yueshi himself knew that he recognized this gray pengke who had fought in the Chang'an Palace, and the extraordinary mana that controlled himself and the curling Songke within that move, how terrifying should it be? The Yueshi was uneasy in his heart, and buried his head deeper in panic.

Gray Pengke knew that he was just passing by, maybe in his eyes, the four spirits of Fly Mountain were insignificant existences, and when he finally found himself in the building of the magnificent palace, the first thing he heard was a violent cough.

Countless glamorous banshees clinged to the palace lamp Wang Xin like palace maids, and the violent coughing sound came from far and near, accompanied by a tall and thin body slowly came to the gray pengke.

Gray Pengke naturally hugged his fists and bowed: "The old friends and old people have come to see His Majesty the King of Qiji in the Thousand Miles of Fly Mountain." At the same time, the head of the leading the way, the dust prince and the group of silver-armored guards bowed to the tall and thin figure in a posture of almost five bodies.

"Ahem, ahem, stand down. The tall and lean figure only waved his sleeves lightly, and all the silver-armored guards, including the Duke of Dust, stepped as if they were obeying the imperial decree, and retreated without raising their heads.

The gray pengke looked at him indifferently, the tall and thin figure was smiling at him, still the shawl and long hair were scattered, still the face was clear and handsome and with the air of a yin owl, the difference was that a long and reachable red silk robe replaced the plain white robe, and the difference was that the cough that tugged at the heart and lungs replaced the deep and elegant elegance that was always peaceful in the past.

Fly Mountain Qianlisheng, the current Qianli Qiji King, just like this, coughing violently, while looking at the gray Pengke with longing eyes for a long time to reunite, beside him, is the bright and pretty Mrs. Ru Dan who is as charming as the nine heavens and the moon, wearing a gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings but coquettish to the bone, the concave and delicate figure looms, gently holding the arm of Qianli Qiji.

The corners of the gray puff's mouth sneered slightly, but this smile was hidden in the gray cloak, and no one noticed it. Qianlisheng, your weaknesses have been exposed even more, and you are no longer the cold owl and ruthless Flyshan wise man of the past.

"My friend's old guest, I haven't seen you for a few months, I suddenly heard that my old friend is visiting, I am lonely, I heard that you are going to use your gift to meet Lone......ly?" Qianli Qiji's words went straight to the point, but there was no slightest drag, but the continuous violent coughing at the end of the sentence made people so irritable.

This is the price of Qianli Qiji's succession, the turmoil that happened in the Fly Mountain seemed to be a palace shock, he successfully cut off the two major obstacles in front of him: General Xiong and Kunpeng Yiwei, but his lung lobes were completely injured by the earth-shattering, ghost-changing blow of General Qiang, and became a patient who can never be cured, and the reaction of the wound to the lobes of the lungs is that the involuntary cough does not stop when he speaks, even when he solemnly receives foreign guests.

"I thought, sir...... I'm sorry, but Your Majesty has forgotten me. The gray pengke did not kneel, and was still slightly bowed without being arrogant or humble.

"Mr. Lonely's teachings are like an empowerment, and I never forget them. "Chisashi's spirit is not bad, and there is no need to cough harshly between the occasional short words," and the gift that Gu Na is interested in...... Well, the head of the five sanctified people, the words of the gentleman, think like yesterday, cough cough cough ......"

"As His Majesty wished, my friend was fortunate not to be dishonored. Ignoring the violent coughing that followed one after another, he gestured gracefully, then took out a wrap-like thing from his back, meticulously lifted the corners of the wrapping, and soon, two heads with open hairs appeared in front of him.

A head with a common dreadlock, a golden mustache in the beard glittered by itself, and a pair of sharp eyes that should have been full of light were now dimly half-open and half-hidden, and the golden earrings under the ears were particularly obvious.

"The head of the Five Saints, the head of the Xunfeng Lion Saint, just like the one I promised His Majesty, I brought it to His Majesty as a gift for my alliance with His Majesty. Grey Ponker said, pointing to the head.

Qianli Qiji gently pushed away Mrs. Rudan's deep hands, took a step forward, and while coughing uncontrollably, he stared at the head of the person for a long time and was silent.

"Lone always thought that what you said at that time should be to present the head of the person who left the Fire Raven Saint in front of Lone's eyes. "There is no need to check too much, Qianli Qiji just took a slight look, and he clearly captured a trace of Xunfeng Xuanling faintly circulating in mid-air, although this head has been dead for a long time, this breath is still so clear, and the identity of its name Wind Fury Lion is absolutely undoubted.

Gray Pengke straightened up, and from this posture, it could be judged that he was smug and declared: "Whether it is the Crow Saint Lion Saint or the Eagle Saint Wolf Saint, no matter which Five Saints are incarnated, they always have the same threat to the Holy Mountain Clan. I think His Majesty should be very clear that the death of a Five Saints represents the destruction of the Five Saints' Absolute Spirit Array, so in this era, the leader of the Holy Mountain Clan can no longer be imprisoned by the spiritual power of the Five Saints like three thousand years, and the only chance to win by the Demon Dao is also lost, so no matter which Five Saints is killed, the impact will always be the same, does Your Majesty think so?"

Qianli Qiji was silent at first, and then showed a deep groan under the cough, and finally laughed mixed with the sound of coughing: "It's extreme...... Ahem...... Yes, Your Excellency is a lonely ...... Ahem...... In addition to a big disaster, how can you not be grateful?" As he spoke, his eyes swept to another head, which was the head of an old man with a bearded halberd and half-white eyebrows but an incomparably majestic appearance, and Qianli Qiji's laughter was slightly hesitant, after all, he couldn't guess whose head it was that could be ranked next to the head of the five holy people: "...... cough cough cough ...... Again...... cough cough cough ...... Who's head?"

Gray Pengke's tone was obviously proud: "It is a good story for the ages to make the endless mountain crane feather door rank Yunzi die in a gesture under the influence of His Majesty. Seeing the sages and thinking together in the next is to follow suit, this person, the senior master of the Demon Dao, the head of the Jing Chu Qian's family, and the head of the Qiandao Yuan, took it together in the next one, which is not only to add luster to the gift of this trip, but also to cut off a big trouble for my Dao peers!"

Jing Chu Qianjia Demon Slayer Qianli Qiji suddenly appeared in his heart that the majestic figure in the brown shirt and short shirt seen in Chang'an City, not only Qianli Qiji, but also Mrs. Ru Dan on the side also changed her face, the prestige of the Qianjia Demon Slayer was spread in Fly Mountain for a while, speaking of which, the person who killed the ghost monarch of Chang'an was not the Lihuo Crow Saint who was a disciple of the Qianjia family?

Mrs. Ru Dan only learned the truth about the death of the ghost monarch Fu Sheng after listening to the feedback of the news, although it was a black man who didn't know where the wild road was born in the wild road of the road beheaded Fu Sheng, but if there was no early pressure from the fire crow saint's fire crow divine power, how could the ghost monarch Fu Sheng be easily beheaded? Mrs. Ru Dan thought of Chi Tang, but Qianli Qiji inexplicably thought of Xue Yang, a good boy, obviously far inferior in magic, but he was able to escape under his own hands with his resourcefulness and fearless courage.

And the human head in front of him turned out to be the head of the Qianjia family, which made Qianli Qiji quite surprised and delighted.

"The head of a five-holy person, and the head of a demon path master figure, this is enough to show the sincerity of forming an alliance with His Majesty to advance and retreat together. Gray Pengke took the opportunity to take a step forward, and the blazing eyes under the curtain revealed incomparable anticipation and yearning.

Qianli Qiji smiled: "Ahem, cough, cough...... Your Excellency has such good intentions, and it would be rude to accept it again. It's just that Lone is very curious, Mr. is full of demons, he is by no means an unknown person in the world, since he has the sincerity of mutual alliance, why does he always hide his head and show his tail like this, and does not show his true face? This is not vain and empty words, since the day he met this gray pengke, he first met him as a servant in the palace of Di Qin, even if he recovered his true appearance, but he was also wearing a gray cloak to cover the whole body tightly, and even his facial features were not exposed.

Unexpectedly, when the gray man heard this, he began to take off his whole body without hesitation: "It's a misunderstanding of Your Majesty, in fact, it doesn't mean anything for Your Majesty to see me, because I'm just a nobody, whether in the Demon Dao or in this world." ”

The clothes fell to the ground, revealing the tall and thin but sturdy body of the gray pengke, but as he said, Qianli Qiji looked at the ordinary face of the gray pengke, and could only blink quite incomprehensibly, but he didn't know where he was sacred.

Gray Pengke smiled: "Repeating the preface, Your Majesty is the Demon King, I am the Emperor, and what I want is our alliance based on this foundation." I think that Your Majesty has a very clear understanding of my strength, and I am willing to win the world with Your Majesty. I remember His Majesty saying that I don't have any power or army at all, so I am not qualified to talk about the alliance with His Majesty. Well, please help me a little bit, so that I can have my army in the shortest possible time. ”

Qianli nodded very seriously: "For your sake, cough cough cough...... I'm willing to do this, but please come. ”

"I have long heard that the art of transforming murderers in the world is unique in the world, so my friend is not talented, please Your Majesty hand over all the mortals who have experienced the body of demons in Fly Mountain to me to lead. A golden light flashed in the pupils of the gray pengke's wooden eyes.