Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

Chapter 200 Greeting Your Majesty
In the past two months, there has been no news from my junior brother.

If it weren't for her knowing that the jade badge of the junior brother in the sect was still intact and shining.

She almost thought that something happened to the little junior brother.

Jiang Yanlu lowered his eyes, picked up the little deer hanging on his waist, and looked at it carefully.

She seemed to miss her junior brother a little bit.

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A forbidden place in the Demon Realm.

Suddenly, a strong wave of demonic energy erupted in the calm air.

Even though the powerful demonic energy had been withdrawn, it still directly shattered the barrier that Yan Wei set up earlier.

Yan Wei, who was guarding the entrance of the cave, was bitten by the force, his face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

But his eyes are very bright.

Before he had time to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, he raised his foot and rushed into the hole.

More than a dozen long-burning lamps on the cave wall completely illuminated the originally deep and dark cave.

"Your honor!"

"My lord~ my lord~ my lord~"

Yan Wei's voice kept echoing in the long and narrow cave.

He ran to the innermost part of the cave in one breath, but there was no one who greeted him.

The breath left by Qi Yue just now remained in the air.

Yan Wei tilted his head, guessing where Qiyue was going, turned around and ran out again.

*

The demonic energy soared to the sky, covering the entire Demon Realm in an instant.

All the demon cultivators in the Demon Realm felt the long-lost, powerful and terrifyingly familiar demon energy.

That's... the breath of the Demon Lord!

Elder Wu He, who was dreaming and dying in the magic palace, also keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He violently pushed the beautiful female demon who was sitting on his lap and feeding him drinks to the ground.

"what!"

The female demon cultivator was pushed to the ground by him, and exclaimed tenderly.

The strong-smelling wine completely permeated the gorgeous carpet under her body, staining that small piece of carpet in a dark color.

The shattered wine glass also scratched her wrist, and she didn't dare to cry out the pain, nor did she dare to stop the bleeding.

He quickly got up from the ground and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

Although he didn't know what he did wrong, he still lowered his head and said, "Elder Wuhe, please forgive me!"

The dance and the music also stopped abruptly, and the eight beautiful girls also knelt in front of Elder Wu He, lowering their heads in fear.

Their status is not as good as the girl who feeds the wine.

Therefore, he is not even qualified to beg for mercy.

The hall was dead silent.

Elder Wu He didn't seem to have heard what they said, his old withered face full of ravines was full of disbelief.

He murmured, his voice was old and hoarse, and kept repeating a sentence: "Impossible! Impossible!"

"What's impossible?"

A lazy and pleasant voice suddenly came from the throne behind him.

The familiar voice was like thunder on the ground, directly blasting on Elder Wu He's forehead.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his face was instantly pale as paper, and his eyeballs trembled slightly due to fear.

The powerful coercion was released from Qiyue with the last word.

The beautiful female demon cultivators kneeling on the ground didn't even have time to look up to see who the owner of that voice was.

Unable to bear the coercion, the bones in his body shattered piece by piece, and finally passed out.

The moment they fainted, Qiyue withdrew the coercion that fell on them.

He felt that his temper was much better than before.

In the past, they had stained his blanket.

It is to pay for life.

Elder Wu He's back also pressed down.

He turned his stiff body slowly, and saw Qi Yue without any surprise.

Qiyue wore a black brocade robe with wide sleeves and golden lin pattern, and sat casually on the long-lost throne.

There was no emotion on the handsome face, and the laziness in the black eyes dismissed everything in the world.

His eyes glanced casually over Elder Wuhe, and his eyelids rolled down.

Wu Hechang suddenly felt that his internal organs were being squeezed together, bleeding out.

He groaned in pain and fell off the chair violently.

Enduring the pain, facing Qiyue, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and uttered two words with difficulty:

"Respect... go up."

Qiyue just sat there and didn't have to do anything.

Elder Wu He damned had a desire to surrender to him from the bottom of his heart.

Not just because of his unfathomable cultivation.

And his innate nobility exuded from the bones.

But Elder Wuhe is not convinced and prays for mercy in essence.

He wholeheartedly wants to be the Demon Lord in command of the Demon Realm, and he wants absolute control of the power.

Rather than the elders who are controlled by others.

Therefore, he has long secretly colluded with people from the cultivation world.

During the more than a year since Qiyue disappeared, by default, Qiyue died outside and monopolized all the power in the Demon Realm.

As soon as Qi Yue's figure moved, the next moment, he appeared in front of Elder Wu He.

His white and slender fingers pinched Wuhe's neck decisively, lifting him up from the ground easily.

Elder Wu He left his feet off the ground and his body was suspended in mid-air.

A strong sense of suffocation and the breath of death enveloped him.

Qi Yue said coldly: "Who gave you the guts to release people to the realm of comprehension under the eyes of this deity?
Elder Wu He grabbed Qiyue's hand, his face turned purple.

"You... don't you... don't... want to know... how... I... put... people... smoothly...into...?"

It was hard for him to say this sentence.

"Let...let me go."

Let him go, he tells Qiyue.

Qiyue snorted coldly, not being threatened by him at all.

He recited formulas in his mouth and raised his free hand.

The black-red light suddenly shot into Wuhe's sea of ​​consciousness.

The strong sense of tearing almost made his head explode.

Wu He stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth wide, with a strange look on his face.

He was about to scream horribly.

However, the voice was stuck in his throat and could not come out.

Qiyue turned a deaf ear and pulled out his memory.

Listen to the old man Wuhe, why not come and see for yourself.

This secret method of extracting the memory of the sea of ​​consciousness was lost a hundred years ago.

Pray that it will not be used on weekdays.

This method will damage the sea of ​​consciousness, and the consequences will be irreversible.

But it doesn't matter to Wuhe.

Wuhe is going to die anyway.

Qi Yue's attention fell on a person who had met Wu He quietly many times.

The man was wearing a silver mask, which blocked half of his face.

Qiyue couldn't see his whole face.

He only heard Wu He call him "Master".

Know that this person is a person from the realm of comprehension.

He was also instigated by Moxiu to attack the young monks in the secret realm.

Qi Yue raised his eyebrows slightly.

He knew early on that the world of comprehension was full of sanctimonious people.

Except for Jiang Yanlu.

After reading all the memories, Qi Yue snapped Wu He's neck indifferently.

Throw it aside in disgust.

Yan Wei ran in from the outside, and saw the scene of Qi Yue frowned and wiped her hands.

Familiar breath.

familiar expression.

Familiar method of killing.

His lord has finally returned!
Yan Wei was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and immediately knelt down on one knee in front of Qi Yue, and said excitedly, "Welcome to Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)