Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 590 The Demonic Hero

Compared to the genius and strategy of Ghost King, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, the unfathomable poison god of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the bravery and foolhardiness of Yu Yangzi of the Changsheng Hall, this Lady Sanmiao of the Hehuan Sect is much more low-key.

But keeping a low profile does not mean that Mrs. Sanmiao has no brains. On the contrary, she does not take Yuyangzi very seriously.

"Let him go!" Mrs. Sanmiao taught her experience to her beloved disciple Jin Ping'er, "Ping'er, do you think Yuyangzi can defeat the Yinyue Dynasty?"

Compared to her master who had lived for hundreds of years, Jin Ping'er was much younger. Hearing these words, a hint of embarrassment appeared in her smooth eyebrows.

"Master, this disciple is not sure! On the one hand, if the Seven Nights Demon Lord really dies, the royal bloodline of the Yin Yue Dynasty will be cut off, and people will be panicked; but on the other hand, the Yin Yue Dynasty can rule the demonic path for thousands of years, and it must have a good foundation. Profoundly, after the death of the Demon Lord of Six Paths eighteen years ago, the Yinyue Dynasty was silent for more than ten years, and it has recovered its vitality in recent years."

"The news that just came out some time ago is that Hua Xianzi's gang of flower demons have been subdued. The disciples are really not optimistic about replacing the Yinyue Dynasty with just the strength of the Changshengtang family."

"Ping'er," after listening to the analysis of her most beloved disciple, Mrs. Sanmiao only looked at her beloved disciple with approval, "You have grown a lot."

"The analysis is good at all. Regardless of whether the Seven Nights Demon King is really dead or not, the foundation accumulated over thousands of years cannot be compared to the Changsheng Hall of this idiot Yu Yangzi. As a teacher, I am already waiting to see him. How did he die?"

"Give me the order, immediately mobilize the elite members of the faction, secretly lurk behind the Changsheng Hall, and enter the Demon Palace together!"

"Master?" Jin Ping'er looked stunned, quickly reacted, and asked tentatively, "Do you want it?"

"That's right." Mrs. Sanmiao stood up from the brocade couch. She was obviously a woman, but her delicate body exuded ambition and leadership that were no less than those of a man. "If the Seven Night Demon If you are dead, we will take advantage of the fact that the Yin Yue Dynasty is severely weakened after wiping out the Changsheng Hall, and add insult to injury to annihilate the Yin Yue Dynasty in one fell swoop. On the other hand, if the Seven Nights Demon Lord is not dead, we, the Hehuan Faction, will naturally clean up the rebellion for the Holy Lord. "

"Yes, Master." The guess in his heart was confirmed, Jin Ping'er was convinced, turned around and went down to prepare!
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Southern Xinjiang, Viper Valley.

The Ten Thousand Poison Sect is named after the word "poison", which naturally illustrates the characteristics of the sect. From the leader down, everyone is basically a master of poison techniques.

Especially the current leader, the Poison God, is said to be able to easily poison a city without anyone noticing.

More than a hundred years ago, during the war between good and evil, the Poison God followed the previous demon lord of the Yinyue Dynasty, the Demon Lord of Six Paths, to Qingyun Mountain.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the old bones of the Poison God have lost their recklessness and turned into an old fox with empty eyelashes.

On this day, Wandu Hall.

The poisonous god with a vicissitudes of life and wrinkled face sat lazily on the throne, surrounded by poisonous snakes that kept spitting out snake messages.

An extremely poisonous mist filled the entire Ten Thousand Poison Hall. Even if it was very light, it was not something ordinary people could bear.

Dozens of kinds of strange poisonous snakes, such as bamboo leaf green, five-step falling, rice shovel head, red snake, etc. are mixed together. Even a master of Peeping Taoism will most likely be poisoned to death if he enters this place improperly.

tread!tread!tread!
  There was a sound of footsteps. He was dressed in a robe, with fair skin, and was extremely handsome, but with a somewhat unruly look on his brows. The young man in purple stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons. The poisonous mist in the void did not affect him at all.

His eyes flashed with a bit of pride that looked down on all things. Only when facing the Poison God did he lower his arrogant head.

"Master." Qin Wuyan, the Poison God's close disciple, came to his mentor, lowered his head and called.

"What? Are the shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the Changsheng Hall and the Hehuan Sect unable to move?" Without asking, the Poison God knew what news his disciples had brought. Qin Wuyan glanced at his mentor with admiration, and said with his head: "As expected by the master, Yu Yangzi did go out, and Mrs. Sanmiao followed with her own troops. It seemed that she wanted to make a profit. "

"Hmph!" The Poison God snorted with disdain, "A foolhardy fool, a fool who thinks he's smart. Once they leave, it's not that simple to come back."

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Qin Wuyan asked in confusion.

The Poison God looked at the disciple next to him with pity. This disciple was very talented and had good understanding. He should have been the first candidate to inherit the sect.

Unfortunately, he was still too young after all.

"It's very simple." Although he felt sorry for his disciple's youth, the Poison God still answered his doubts, "It is rumored that the Seven Nights Demon Lord is dead, but the Demon Palace has not announced the funeral for a long time, and there is not even a corpse of the Seven Nights Demon Lord. People see it.”

"How could the posthumous son of the Demon Lord of Six Paths die so easily? He was just trying to trick people into taking the bait!"

"Just wait and see, Yu Yangzi is dead."

"Disciple understands." Qin Wuyan still had doubts in his heart and nodded.

"Where's the Ghost King Sect?" Catching a hint of doubt emanating from the depths of his disciple's eyes, the Poison God sighed and continued to ask.

"Hold still." Qin Wuyan replied.

"Alas." Hearing that the Ghost King Sect was also standing still, the Poison God sighed with regret, "What a Ghost King. He is really powerful. He is really a hero that can only come out of my demonic way in a hundred years!"

"Wuyan, remember, if the Ghost King does not become the master of my demonic path's revival in the future, he will definitely be a great disaster to my demonic path!"

"Yes, disciple, keep this in mind." Qin Wuyan said solemnly.

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Yin Yue Dynasty, Demon Palace.

"See the Holy Lord." Since the news of the Seven Nights Demon Lord's death spread, people in the Demon Palace have been filled with depression.

Many old demons had some interest in the throne of the supreme demon king, but under the suppression of the four sages of the demon palace and the lack of fate of the national master mirror, there was no big trouble in the end.

But blindly suppressing it is not an option after all. If it continues like this, the entire Demonic Palace will eventually turn into a huge ignited powder keg, exploding everything.

Fortunately, at this pass, news came from the masters of Changsheng Hall led by Yu Yangzi. The Four Sages of the Demon Palace, Jing Wuyuan and others immediately arranged their troops.

And when they heard that the clown from the Changsheng Hall came over, the anger of the demons in the Demon Palace was quickly transferred, and they all geared up to take out their anger on the Changsheng Hall.

In this atmosphere, the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, Jing Wuyuan, and dozens of demons loyal to the Yinyue Dynasty gathered in the Yinyue Hall.

The demons bowed their heads and paid homage to the emperor who was the first to strategize!

(End of this chapter)