It's been a while since I came back from Jinao Island in the East China Sea. When the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info went, the East China Sea Dragon Clan did not dare to interfere in Mu Ran's affairs, and since Mu Ran was able to come out of Jinao Island alive, from the East China Sea to the East China Sea Cangningde Wang Ao Guang, down to those shrimp soldiers and crabs will patrol the sea Yaksha, they dare not have the slightest disrespect for Mu Ran, at least, for now.

This is the sorrow of small people and small forces, perhaps compared with ordinary loose cultivation, the East China Sea Dragon Clan can be regarded as incomparably strong, but in the eyes of those big sects and forces, what East China Sea Dragon King, what East China Sea Clan, all of them are nothing more than that, and they are vulnerable. In the past, the forces led by the Da Luo Jin Immortal could still be proud for a while, but now, they can only rely on the fate of the more powerful forces, and no one can do anything about it.

Sitting quietly in the study, sipping the tea sent by the people below, Mu Ran didn't expect that his hard life could have such a free time. To be honest, these are all thanks to the returning Shangqing saints. Most of the people in the desolate world don't understand the true mystery of the saint realm, so they are still in awe of the six saints, so that Mu Ran can get the invitation and fancy of the saint, and he also has a feeling of being a fox and a tiger in it.

The Demon Clan of Xiniu Hezhou is now headed by the Heavenly Emperor of the Four Directions. However, the desolate world has always been respected by strength, and as the only quasi-saint among the demon clans of Xiniu Hezhou, Mu Ran, who is ranked in the position of the main east, naturally shoulders the responsibility of leading the entire demon clan.

Behind him, there are two saints, the Shangqing saint Tongtian Sect Master and the demon clan saint Nuwa Niangniang, who are not inferior to the West in terms of background alone, and they are just masters among the forces.

Before Wu Yan left, this Fire Spirit Emperor Palace had already been arranged in an orderly manner, and Mu Ran didn't have to worry about it at all, this huge machine could run automatically.

"Knock knock!" there was a soft knock on the door three times in a row.

"Come in, I said, there's no need to be so restrained with me. Mu Ran didn't raise his head, just looked down at the report submitted by the Secret Investigation Department.

The Secret Investigation Department of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace is now commanded by the Pengbei Demon King, and most of them either have extremely fast speed or excellent concealment detection capabilities. And as the commander, the Pengbei Demon King's strength has now entered the realm of the peak of the Golden Immortal, if he does not plan to set foot in the Golden Immortal Qianyuan Realm, then it will not take long to be able to advance to become the second true Daluo Golden Immortal in the history of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace.

"I don't intend to be a guest, but the etiquette is not to be discarded, and many of my brothers may not follow it, but I will do it. "With one hand he spread out the thick mysterious ancient book, and with the other hand he carefully pinched the quill pen and wrote something on it. That's how Hill walked in, the demon god who mastered the principles of the operation of everything, no matter where he went, he didn't forget to do his analysis.

"What's wrong?is something wrong?" Seeming to be a little curious about the reason why Hill came here, Mu Ran suddenly looked up and asked.

"It's fine. At a very fast speed, the brush in Hill's hand ended the end, closed the page with a "snap", and said with a smile, "It's just that I feel a few brothers again, and it seems that they are coming to this world to play." ”

"Seventy-two Demon Gods, how many strengths?distribution?" This is not very good news, the strength of each demon god will not be inferior to the Great Luo Jin Immortal, and the higher ones even have the possibility of quasi-saints, and the legendary King Solomon and the Eastern Monarch Baal even have the strength of the peak level that is not inferior to this world, the saint.

If it's just one or two, then that's it. However, if they all poured in, then no matter which faction they joined, even if it was their own, it would seriously disrupt the fragile balance that had been formed with great difficulty in the desolate world. And these demon gods are always arrogant, and they really may not take those extremely strong quasi-saints and saints in their eyes. From this point of view, it is not only for the cultivation world, but even for the mortal world, it is a great disaster.

"Well, I'm only ranked seventy, and I'm so backward in the ranking, of course my strength is poor, how can I feel it? It's good to know. "It's none of my business, Hill doesn't have to worry about these at all, but Nian Zai Friend is here to remind Mu Ran, lest he make mistakes between decisions.

After saying these words, Hill left on his own, and did not need to rely on his hands to close the door at all, and a majestic wave of magic power automatically brought the door up. After the person left, only Mu Ran was left in the room, and everything returned to silence.

Having said that, Mu Ran knew in his heart that Hill must be hiding something. If he still hadn't experienced the resurrection from the dead, he might not feel it, but now that Mu Ran had completely his own Dao, he could vaguely feel that this so-called Hill, who was only ranked seventy, was definitely not as simple as the strength he had shown.

After thinking for a long time, Mu Ran stretched out his hand, intending to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but the hand that had just reached out stopped in mid-air and did not move forward a bit.

If you look closely, you may be able to barely see that there is a tight and straight silver silk thread less than half an inch in front of Mu Ran's palm. If Mu Ran's palm rashly advanced by half a minute, then what was waiting for him was likely to be the tragedy of his palm being split in two.

Rao is Mu Ran has been through the wind and waves for a long time, and at this time he had to gasp, and before he had time to think about it, he was suddenly surprised to find that the entire room had been surrounded by tight silver silk threads, and there was no chance for him to leave.

"It's been a long time, the Eastern Fire Spirit Emperor Yaori, or rather, Mu Ran. A cold, cold female voice rang out in the study. It was a cold and piercing sound, but it was also a voice that Mu Ran had never heard at all.

It's not that Mu Ran has never seen the silver silk thread, but of course he has only seen it once, Jiuyou, the terrifying killer under the ancestral seat of the Reincarnation Sect, will always look like an iron mask, and no one can know his true face at all.

With a little suspicion, a little speculation, and a little disbelief, Mu Ran said, "Are you, Jiuyou?"

"Why? Has being in a high position for a long time smoothed out your vigilance? If that's the case, then the only thing that awaits you is death. In the dark corner ahead, a slightly slender figure suddenly appeared. It was a rather delicate face, and with its dark hair, it was even more imaginative. Of course, Mu Ran was not sure whether this so-called face was his true face.

As she spoke, the woman's fingers suddenly moved, followed by the silk threads of the entire room suddenly tightened, and many silver threads approached Mu Ran directly under the drive of this force.

Laughing, not only did he not face the fear of death, but he also had no uneasy heart, Mu Ran suddenly laughed, and it was the kind of smile that didn't care and didn't care at all.

Following the previous action, Mu Ran's hand continued to stretch forward, heading towards the teacup, without hesitating the deadly silver filaments around him.

Red light, red flame. Wherever the hand passed, the path it passed, the silver threads that stopped on the road, after a little fiery red light, disappeared into invisibility, and did not play any role at all.

took the teacup, Mu Ran put it to his mouth, tasted it gently, and even leisurely smashed the bar and smashed his mouth, which seemed to have an endless aftertaste. In the other party's incredulous eyes, he quietly spit out a few words, "You, lost." ”