Listening to Meng Yu's words, the blood red in his eyes gradually receded, his eyes looked at the bustling Netherworld City in confusion, and slowly said to Meng Yu: "Maybe things are not what you think!"

Listening to Meng Ta's words, Meng Yu's originally confused eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of brilliance, but then disappeared. I only heard him say to Monta with a decadent face: "Uncle Munta, you don't want to say good things for the Netherworld Temple anymore, can't this be proven?"

Monta listened to Meng Yu's words, looked at Meng Yu's confused eyes, and said to Meng Yu at the moment: "This is our last hope, do you just give up?"

Listening to Monta's words, Meng Yu suddenly became excited, only to see him shouting at Monta: "Give up? I never thought of giving up, but now, what can I do if I don't give up? You tell me, what should I do? What can I do?"

Looking at Meng Yu with an excited face, Monta felt very uncomfortable, but the elder, he still said to Meng Yu seriously: "Young patriarch, no matter what, I have to go to the Netherworld Temple to have a look, maybe things are not as we imagined, just give up, I am unwilling, even the millions of people who died will not be reconciled." ”

After Meng Yu vented, he had completely calmed down at this time, and now he realized how bastard he was with what he had just said.

Thinking of the tragic death of the millions of clansmen, Meng Yu's heart twitched, only to see him take a deep look at Monta, and said to Monta: "Uncle Monta, I hope this Netherworld Temple is just like what you said!"

After speaking, Meng Yu walked back to the restaurant without looking back, and walked back to the restaurant, Meng Yu stopped a little guy and said to this little guy: "Prepare a few good guest rooms for us." ”

When the little guy heard this, his face suddenly smiled, and he immediately said to Meng Yu: "Okay, objectively, please come with me!"

After speaking, the little servant led Meng Yu to the second floor, and Monta and the others also followed behind Meng Yu and walked towards the second floor together.

Coming to the second floor, after Meng Yu opened five rooms, he turned around and entered his room, locked the door of the room, and disappeared.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and finally set their eyes on Muta's body, Monta looked at everyone's gaze, suddenly smiled slightly bitterly, and said to everyone: "The young patriarch wants to stay by himself for a while, don't bother him." ”

When everyone heard this, although they didn't know what the reason was, they still replied in unison: "Yes!"

When everyone returned to their rooms, Monta took a deep look at the door of Meng Yu's room, and finally shook his head, opened the door of his room and walked in.

Nothing was said all night.

……

On the second day, it was already noon at this time, and a group of people slowly walked on the originally calm Ascension Demon Mountain, only to see that the leader was a young demon who was about twenty years old.

I saw that this demon man's face was full of sweat at this time, and his expression was very solemn, and he didn't know if it was due to nervousness or fatigue.

Looking at the magnificent and huge sect of the Netherworld Palace, Meng Yu's heart was full of shock, in fact, he was not the only one, how could others not be like this?

Looking at this huge sect, Meng Yu sighed slightly at Monta on the side: "Uncle Muta, this is the Netherworld Palace, I feel that this sect is a little better than the Flame Demon Sect!"

Monta listened to Meng Yu's sigh, and a smile appeared on his face at the moment, this was the first time he saw the expression on Meng Yu's face today, since yesterday's incident, Meng Yu has been silent, even in the face of him, he didn't say a word.

Looking at Meng Yu's changes, Monta's face suddenly showed a smile of relief, and he said to Meng Yu at the moment: "Judging from the financial resources of the Netherworld Palace, it is effortless to build a sect of this scale. ”

When Meng Yu heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, thinking in his heart that this was indeed the case, after all, where is the Netherworld City, which is known as the first city in the Demon Domain, it can be seen how rich this Netherworld Palace is.

Just as Meng Yu and the others were talking, the originally calm sect suddenly made waves, and a group of black-clothed Netherworld Hall disciples suddenly walked out of it, and one of the leaders walked quickly in front of Meng Yu and the others, arched his hand at Meng Yu and the others, and said, "Where are you from, what are you doing here in my Netherworld Palace?"

Looking at these Netherworld Hall disciples who suddenly appeared, Meng Yu was suddenly surprised in his heart, because he didn't see how they appeared at all, because from the outside, there was a building inside this huge sect, and there was no one at all.

But fortunately, this look of surprise was only a moment's work, and in an instant, Meng Yu turned around, looking at the disciple of the Netherworld Hall headed by him, Meng Yu immediately returned the salute and said to this disciple: "We are all members of the Demon Yan Tribe, and this time I came to your sect to report something important to your hall master." ”

"Oh, Demon Flame Tribe?" The Netherworld Hall disciple led by this leader suddenly frowned every day when he heard Meng Yu's words, obviously he was not very familiar with this Demon Flame Tribe, and he thought it was just an insignificant small sect.

However, since the other party said that there was something important to report to the hall master, he didn't dare to take the initiative to snub these people of the Demon Yan tribe, and at that moment, the disciple headed by the leader said to Meng Yu and the others: "Everyone, please wait a moment, I will go to report to the hall master." ”

After saying that, the disciple of the Netherworld Hall led by this turned around and entered the sect, and hurriedly walked towards Tu Tian's residence.

Looking at the back of the Netherworld Hall disciple hurrying away, Meng Yu had no bottom in his heart, because he looked at the frowning look of the Netherworld Hall disciple, obviously he was not familiar with his Demon Yan tribe, but he thought about it, after all, the two places were too far apart.

With this uncertain emotion, Meng Yu glanced at Monta worriedly, and asked at Monta, "Uncle Muta, did you say that this Netherworld Hall Master will meet us?"

Listening to Meng Yu's worried tone, although Monta had no bottom in his heart, in order to give Meng Yu confidence, Monta still said firmly: "Yes, it will be!"

After Monta said this, he didn't know whether Lu Dao was comforting himself or Meng Yu, but his eyes were staring directly at the sect of the Netherworld Palace, and his eyes were full of hope.

Not to mention the uneasy thoughts of Meng Yu, Monta and others.

At this time, the disciple of the Netherworld Hall who was the leader had already come to the small courtyard of Tu Tian, and after the report, the disciple of the Netherworld Hall walked in quickly.

Looking at Tu Tian who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, this Netherworld Hall disciple immediately bowed respectfully to Tu Tian.

"Disciple to meet the hall master, hall master Wan'an!"

Listening to this respectful salute, Tu Tian slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he just opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying essence light, which made the disciples of this Netherworld Hall tremble.

"Say, is there anything you want to report to this seat?" Tu Tian asked slowly as he opened his mouth to this Netherworld Hall disciple.

Listening to Tu Tian's words, this Netherworld Hall disciple immediately suppressed the horror in his heart, remembered the purpose of his trip, and immediately reported to Tu Tian respectfully: "Report to the hall master, there is a group of people from the sect who are from the Demon Yan tribe, and they say that there is something important to report to you." ”

Tu Tian listened to the report of this Netherworld Hall disciple, and wrinkled every day, and immediately asked this disciple again, "Are they the ones who are powerful?"

This Netherworld Hall disciple listened to Tu Tian's question again, and immediately said to Tu Tian again: "Qiqi Hall Master, they said that they are from the Demon Yan Tribe. ”

"Demon Flame Tribe?" Tu Tian silently chewed these four words in his heart, and the middle tribe of the Killing Land couldn't help but appear in his mind.

I still have an impression of this Demon Flame Tribe's Tu Tian, and the relationship between the patriarch of the Demon Flame Tribe and Tu Tian is still okay, but it is still not good enough to be worth their thousands of miles to visit.

At this moment, Tu Tian suddenly thought of another possibility, could it be because of the matter of the Killing Land?

The more Tu Tian thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, those extraterritorial heavenly demons had always been Tu Tian's heart disease, thinking of this, Tu Tian couldn't care about cultivation anymore, so he walked down from the bed and said to this Netherworld Hall disciple: "You call them to the main hall, where can I see them in this seat." ”

Listening to Tu Tian's instructions, this Netherworld Hall disciple bowed respectfully to Tu Tian at the moment, and hurriedly retreated.

Tu Tian watched this Netherworld Hall disciple retreat, his heart was still very uneasy, maybe he was thinking too much, Tu Tian comforted himself, but the more this happened, the stronger the bad premonition in Tu Tian's heart became.

It seems that everything will only be revealed after the arrival of those people from the Demon Flame Tribe.

Not long after Tu Tian came to the main hall, the Netherworld Hall disciple walked in and reported to Tu Tianyu: "Qiyu Hall Master, those people from the Demon Flame Tribe have brought it!"

"Well, let them in!" said Tu Tian, who was sitting on the main seat, and waved his hand towards this disciple.

After a while, Tu Tian saw two people walking in from outside the main hall door, led by a young demon, a few years younger than Tu Tian in terms of age.

Just when Tu Tian was observing the two of them, Meng Yu and Meng Ta, who had entered the main hall of the Netherworld Temple, were also observing Tu Tian, especially Meng Yu, looking at this young man who was not a few years older than himself sitting on the main seat, his heart was very complicated.

After all, he always thought that even if he was the pride of the sky, he had a father who ruled over millions of demons, and his cultivation was also extremely high among demons of the same age, but this advantage was all wiped out in an instant, not only did all his own people die tragically, but even the cultivation that he was proud of was only found to be so insignificant when he was using it.