Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 8 Plan
Inside the mouth of the holy dragon in the Taoist main altar, King Ashura was about to go to the Netherworld.

All of a sudden, Daosheng rushed to him in a hurry.

"My lord, Dao Wu King Gu Zhu Zun, Jian Zi Xian Ji and others came to call for battle."

King Ashura smiled contemptuously.

"It's really time to come!" Turning his head to look at Qingyangzi who was not far away, drinking tea by himself, said: "Qingyang, the evil god has an order to destroy the Youjie! It seems that the matter of Taoism will trouble you today !"

"Jianzi Xianji and others are here to prevent you from going to the Netherworld. But with me here, you can go without worry!"

"Thank you!"

Shou Wanjie thanked them with a smile, and the two of them were arrogant, as if Jianzi Xianji and others were nothing to worry about.

Seeing Shou Wan Jie disappearing into the light, Qing Yangzi looked towards You Jie, and muttered to himself: "At this time, if you attract the attention of the Eight Tribes, you will definitely be targeted with all your strength. It is really unwise to do so. Look at it." What's the result today!"

Immediately, he led Sheng Longkou Daosheng to Jianzi Xianji and others.

Outside the secluded world, the prodigal son floated away from the clouds while laughing.

There is no innate superior posture, unrestrained, casual and unrestrained.

It was as if there were many masters present, but none of them were noticed by him.

And on the peak tens of miles to the east beyond Youjie, Yun Huizi and Dijiao Wuwu also came quietly.

Keep an eye on the movements outside the Netherworld.

And in the far sky in the south, a person stands in the air, holding a spear in his hand, with a peerless posture, as if a goddess descended into the world, untouched by the world.

A pair of delicate eyebrows and eyes revealed a bit of chivalry, standing proudly like a woman, and also paying attention to the changes in the Netherworld.

At the same time, on the stage, representatives of many forces are also quietly hiding in the dark, waiting for opportunities to move.

"Are you the one who sent the letter asking us to come here? The Dragon Head of Qushan is also in your hands?"

Seeing the appearance of the prodigal son, Chi Luo's demon sword appeared, and the blade pointed directly at the prodigal son. With the words, cold murderous aura swept the audience, and the scene was suddenly silent.

"Ah...oh!" Yawned lazily, the prodigal son rolled his eyelids, looked at Chi Luo, nodded and said, "That's right, it's me!"

"Go to hell!"

After confirming the target, Chi Luo pierced through the air and took the head of the prodigal son.

"Boring!" Facing the danger, the prodigal son remained motionless, not even looking at Chi Luo, but turned to look at the Nine Infants, the Holy Mother standing with the Ghost Chess Master.

In this life, he had never been so ignored before, the hatred in Chi Luo's heart soared, and his offensive increased by [-]%.

Just when Chi Luo was surprised that the prodigal son was so confident.

Suddenly, a howl of a wolf resounded across the sky, and thousands of miles around thousands of miles roared, and a black shadow instantly blocked the prodigal son.

"when……!"

There were several hollow sounds, thick monster aura, and domineering domineering aura merged into an extreme sword, shocking everyone present.

After one move, Chi Luo retreated, the demon knife in his hand was faintly glowing red.

A person with a murderous intent and cold eyes on bad things.

"It's you? You even chased him to the Central Plains!"

"Kill you, so what if the ends of the earth!"

At this moment, a girl complained, and Bi Xueyan stood in the distance, shouting: "Didn't you say you don't meddle in your own business, Bu Junshang?"

"He must die!" Bu Junshang replied coldly, but his mind was always locked on Chi Luo, and he never relaxed at all.

At this time, the prodigal son was a little embarrassed. He thought that he was the protagonist today, and he was also the protagonist no matter what. Unexpectedly, he was robbed of the limelight.

"Let me tell you two, today is the game of the master group. Your personal grievances, please stay away from here, the master has business to do!"

"Yes!" Bu Junshang immediately replied, and then said to Chi Luo lightly: "If you want to kill this person, you must first defeat me!"

Chi Luo was burning with anger at this time, although he knew in his heart that it was Bai Chuan Linghua who was hitting him.

But the long-standing emotional entanglement between the two made him unable to face Bai Chuan Linghua's methods even if he knew it well.

The prodigal son is going to die no matter what today, it doesn't matter if he dies sooner or later, he just wanted to vent his anger.

"Do you have any last words?"

Regarding Chi Luo's words, Bu Junshang directly ignored, drew out the Lang Ye Xing knife, and then rushed towards Chi Luo, the chief culprit who caused the turmoil in the world of elves in the past.

The two immediately fought together, and under Bu Junshang's intentional guidance, the battlefield gradually moved away.

The bad guy has already left, and the ghost chess master looked at the prodigal son with a familiar aura.

"Your Excellency seized the dragon's head and asked the ghost and all comrades to come to the Nether Realm. I don't know what you want! You must know that the evil god has ordered to destroy the Nether Realm today!"

"Ha...!" With a sneer, the prodigal son sarcastically said: "Let's go, villain, since Baqi evil god ordered the destruction of Youjie, you are a dead ghost, but you stand with the Virgin of Youjie. Is this a surrender?"

As he spoke, the prodigal son slapped his head, and suddenly realized: "I forgot, you are the military master of the Youjie. I heard that I had an affair with that bastard Jiuying. I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Blood!" The ghost chess master was furious immediately, and then said to the other two: "Comrades, let us fight together, kill this thief, and take back the dragon's head for the evil god!"

At this moment, the sound of cicadas chirping, accompanied by a beautiful figure with amazing talent and peerless talent slowly approaching.

"Xingxue desolates the sky and the Milky Way hangs down, and the glamorous night lingers to cast Chu Ci. The autumn wind rises in the bleak and mournful voice, killing memories before the cicadas sing."

Accompanied by the title of the poem, King Ashura arrives lightly after harvesting thousands of kalpas.

"A brave man succeeds in a hundred battles, and a wise man wins decisively. Why is it that a wise and brave man will never recover?"

Under the unexpected gaze of the prodigal son, he asked coldly, and the killing intent also enveloped the prodigal son.

Looking at the ghost chess master, the prodigal son smiled and said: "Your Excellency's question, I couldn't think of the answer before, but now I have it!"

"Oh! What's the answer?" King Ashura showed a look of curiosity.

I only heard the prodigal son say slowly: "Because the person in your question is the ghost chess master. Therefore, no matter whether it is a brave man or a wise man, he will achieve nothing!"

"You...!" The anger in the ghost chess master's heart was already hard to suppress, and when he was about to kill the prodigal son, he looked at the eight tribes present, and saw that all of them were smiling, and the resentment in his heart was hard to suppress .

With a light wave of the feather fan in his hand, a wave of palm energy attacked the prodigal son. At the same time, the Holy Mother and the Nine Infant Demon Yuan were fully lifted, and they also struck at the same time.

Facing the two men's attack, Piaoji prodigal son slowly opened the lid of the hip flask at his waist, with a thought.

In an instant, a huge purple evil spirit gushed out and turned into a monstrous evil cloud, covering a radius of several miles.

All the people present, except Jiuying, were very familiar with this aura, and they all showed surprise.

Dian Bian Jia Luo exclaimed even more.

"The evil god's original evil energy?"

The move of the Ghost Chess Master and the Virgin Mother's Nine Infants was vulnerable to the huge evil spirit, and the two were immediately forced to retreat.

The prodigal son looked at the extremely cooperative Dianbian Jialuo, and secretly nodded in praise in his heart.

Then he said: "The purpose of taking the dragon head is not to be an enemy to you. It is to talk about it. The dragon head in my hand is my sincerity. What do you think?"

An Di, who had never spoken, said slowly at this time: "What do you need?"

The prodigal son thought for a while, his eyes slowly fell on the body of the Holy Mother and Nine Infants, and then he said: "Let's do it! Two things, the first thing is that I will kill this woman, and I will trouble everyone. And as a sincerity, Jiuying is dead! How about returning the Dragon Lord immediately?"

(End of this chapter)