The cold moon hangs high, and the clear light is swaying.

The large-scale Demon Palace, built on the mountain, has a mountain-level palace, but it looks extraordinarily quiet, and a person walking around can't see it.

Shui Lingyue stood with her sword in her hand, standing on the corridor, tilting her head slightly, staring at the dark blue sky.

In front of her was a small garden, and there were also rockery flowers in it, except that the flowers were surprisingly huge, and they were very similar to the landscape of the courtyard of Middle Earth.

If it weren't for some cold desert wind, you would really be mistaken for being in Middle-earth.

Shui Lingyue's face was cold, far more than the moonlight in the sky, she seemed to be pondering something, and she seemed to be waiting for something.

Huo Ran, a drum beat sounded from the far reaches of the Demon Palace, the rhythm was heavy and soothing, and in such a quiet night, it spread far away.

Shui Lingyue retracted her gaze and looked out of the courtyard, and then she heard hurried footsteps, only to see many sect members wearing Demon Sect clothes walking out of different rooms quickly. They all bowed their heads and silently moved forward, taking small steps.

After those demon cultists disappeared from Shui Lingyue's sight, they saw that they had come to a spacious square, each lined up in order, serious and quiet.

Then at the front of the procession, a black-robed man walked out, and under his leadership, everyone knelt down at the same time and bowed down to the stone statue enshrined in the main hall directly opposite.

When they knelt down for the third time, a flame suddenly erupted from a stone niche between the main hall and the people, more than a few feet high, and at once illuminated most of the square. By the light of the fire, you can see that the faces of the prostrate worshippers have a pious gaze.

In the courtyard, Shui Lingyue's face was indifferent, just because she had experienced three such pilgrimages in the past day. That square and hall should be the place where the Demon Sect sacrifices, and as for who is being sacrificed, she really doesn't have the heart to pay attention to it.

At this time, she only thought that Granny Duan should be fine, but Feng Shuzhu hadn't come back yet.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, slowly walking towards him, Shui Lingyue noticed it, but his face only moved slightly, and he didn't look back. It was supposed to be a woman, because a faint fragrance wafted over.

The woman stopped when she walked six feet away from Shui Lingyue, but she didn't look at Shui Lingyue, but also looked at the moonlight in the sky, and said lightly: "According to the time, he should also come back." ”

Shui Lingyue naturally knew that when Mo Boyiyi said he was referring to the wind and bamboo.

Seeing that Shui Lingyue didn't speak, Mo Boyi said again: "You seem to be very confident that he will come back?"

Shui Lingyue was silent for a long time, then turned her head, looked coldly at the equally beautiful and arrogant woman beside her, and said lightly, "What is the use of him keeping the Heavenly Hell Star?"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Mo Boyi's mouth, adding a little more beauty, and he still said lightly: "Have you known each other for a long time?"

Shui Lingyue retracted her gaze and looked at a large red flower not far away, and when she looked closely, the flower was actually full of spikes, even in such a soft moonlight, it was still shining with sharp light, as if showing its danger to those who were close to it.

Shui Lingyue stared at the spike and said coldly: "Then it also depends on who you are compared to, with you?"

Hearing this, Mo Boyi turned her head slightly, looking at the silhouette of Shui Lingyue, this cold woman, under such a moonlight, the kind of coldness in her bones, cold and glamorous, made people can't help but move in her heart, she thought quietly, and said with a smile: "What, listening to you, he seems to know a lot of women?"

Hearing this, Shui Lingyue's face moved slightly, but then she returned to coldness, without any expression on her face, and said indifferently: "Do you care about him very much?"

Hearing this, Mo Boyi blinked his eyes quickly, and his gaze stayed on Shui Lingyue for a moment before he took it back.

At this time, there was another drum beat in the distance, this time it was much heavier than before, and Shui Lingyue knew that those Demon Sect disciples had finished worshipping.

I only heard Mo Boyi say in a somewhat strange tone on the side: "My Kunmo Palace is really too small, and the sect members are not as much as your Water Moon Palace, Guiyun Temple, and the Empty Jue Temple. ”

Hearing this, Shui Lingyue retracted her gaze, looked at Mo Bo Yiyi like a frost, and said lightly: "There are so many people, and none of them understand your thoughts?" After speaking, she walked down the corridor without looking back, returned to her room, and then heard a "bang" sound, and closed the door slamming shut.

On the corridor, Moboyi was left alone, with a stunned face.

Outside the courtyard, the believers who came back after paying homage made hurried footsteps, and in such a huge palace and the cold moonlight, it was even more lonely.

Moboyi looked at the rockery flowers in the courtyard, and a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, in such a huge sect, he is in a high position and admired by thousands of people, but who can understand his own heart?

She looked up at the night sky.

He is like the lonely moon, hanging coldly in the sky, although there are stars around him, he still seems lonely.

After a while, a thin light cloud floated out of nowhere, like a light veil, covering the jade wheel, and the moonlight became more and more hazy.

In the courtyard in front of Moboyi, the light also dimmed a little, and at first glance it seemed that there was a layer of blue-gray mist wafting.

There was silence around them, no one was sounding, as if everything was quietly hidden, waiting for something to come.

Mo Boyi put away the loss and replaced it with a resolute look, and there was a solemn intent between his eyebrows. Huo Ran turned around and looked back at the room where Shui Lingyue was, there was no light in it, if he hadn't heard her door closing, he would have even mistakenly thought that this house was empty.

I don't know what Shui Lingyue is doing inside, but Mobo Bo Yiyi flicked his wide sleeves and walked slowly along the corridor. Every step she took was a sound of landing, like a bloody general holding a sword forward, stepping out of the flames of war.

The air around her seemed to gradually condense, flowing rapidly around her body, stirring up some fallen leaves on the ground and flying on the corridor.

Just when Moboyyi was only a few feet away from Shui Lingyue's door, she suddenly turned around and faced outward, and the murderous intent in her eyes sent chills down her spine.

There was a faint explosion of fire, suddenly coming from the courtyard next door where she was staring, followed by a loud noise, kept coming, it was the sound of doors and windows shattering.

At the same time, the entire Demon Palace suddenly became brightly lit, and countless Demon Sect disciples who poured out from countless shadows rushed out under the command of some leaders.

I don't know when, I don't know where countless black qi came out of the Demon Palace, inside and outside every hall, in every corner, fighting with those Demon Sect disciples.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of explosions, the sound of the palace wall being damaged, and the sound of the roof collapsing, one after another, the originally silent Demon Palace has become a battlefield of melee at this time.

Mo Boyi stood outside Shui Lingyue's door, listened quietly for a moment, stretched out his arms, shook his body, and jumped lightly on the roof like a colorful phoenix riding the wind.

She is like a king who reigns over the world, under the cold moon, on the ridge of the roof, stretching her sleeve robe, looking down with eyes from the world, looking at the demon palace in chaos.

The noise of the surroundings contrasts sharply with the calm of this only place.

Huo Ran, a fluorescent light came from the sky, and suddenly fell beside Moboyyi, and the brilliance flashed, and then the figure of Feng Shuzhu appeared.

He didn't look at Moboyi, but at the Demon Palace in the chaos.

After a long time, Fang spoke: "Your disciple is sacrificing. ”

His gaze fell on a courtyard not far from his feet, where several Demon Sect disciples had been tricked, lying on the ground and rolling in pain, but the rest of the Demon Sect disciples were not afraid at all, constantly impacting the several black qi that were trapped.

Moboyi smiled faintly, also looked in the same direction, and said, "War, how can there be no casualties." ”

Feng Shuzhu's eyebrows seemed to move, and after looking at it for a while, he saw that those black qi were constantly being eliminated, and he said again: "Everything is under your control." ”

The corners of Mo Boyiyi's mouth rose slightly, revealing a shallow smile, and said, "Master's thousand-year hegemony can't be lost in my hands." ”

Feng Shuzhu turned his head slightly, looking at the ruthless woman, at this time, the hazy moonlight was sprinkled on her face and shoulders, she was so cold and beautiful.

After a long time, Feng Shuzhu said: "It seems that you have already mastered everything." ”