Master of Hongjun

"Jiu Ying, didn't you go to the holy land of the human race with the Eastern Emperor? Why are you back now, where is the Eastern Emperor?" Di Jun sat tall on the throne made of purple gold and jade, staring at Jiu Ying coldly asked.

At this time, Jiuying was not at all chic, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, her snow-white battle robe was covered with blood, like blooming delicate red roses, it was shocking, her lips seemed to be smeared with white lime, pale and pale Bloody, bean-sized beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and his whole body trembled as if he couldn't stand upright, and he was about to fall down at any moment.

I really can't figure it out, given that Jiuying is in such a miserable state, he will be stopped by the demon generals outside the palace gate. It is estimated that Jiuying is really exhausted in the demon clan on weekdays, and he lives without dignity.

Jiuying knelt down in front of Dijun with a slap, tears flowing uncontrollably like a torrent, and cried out in a mournful voice: "Dijun, the big thing is not good, the brothers who went to the human race, except for the escape from the last general, the rest All of them died at the hands of the human race! The emperor must avenge them!"

"What? What did you just say, tell me again!" Di Jun slapped the throne, smashing the handle of the throne, and stood up abruptly, unable to believe his ears.

Jiuying cried more and more sadly, tears wet the floor made of gemstones, choked up and said: "The Eastern Emperor led us to the holy land of the human race to find the bad luck of the heaven and earth priests. Sitting in the town, you should be able to annihilate the enemy leader in one fell swoop and maintain the majesty of our heavenly court.

Daoist Qiankun, who never thought about how to kill a thousand swords, invited a large number of masters from nowhere, and had already ambushed in the holy land of the human race, waiting for me to send them to the door.

The human race is not as weak as the rumors say, they don't know where they learned the Qimen formation, the brothers were killed as soon as they fought, and most of them were killed, and then the legendary phoenix, the head of the birds, made a move and burned down the sky and covered the sky , no matter how hard the brothers try to fight the enemy bravely, they will eventually lose to the supernatural powers, and they will all be burned to death, turning into ashes!I have pity on Haoerlang, a demon clan, all brave and fearless, not afraid of life and death, but he was plotted by Taoist Qiankun and died in a catastrophe.Dijun, you must avenge your brothers! "

Dijun's face turned ashen, and the more he listened, the more startled he became. Finally, he couldn't help but rush up to the gate of heaven from the soles of his feet, and hit the ground with a heavy fist. The floor, which is usually difficult to hurt with swords, was hit with a big hole.

"They're all dead? Are all the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of my monster clan dead? What about Ji Meng and Ying Zhao? Could it be that with their cultivation base, they can't beat them or escape them? Where is Donghuang Taiyi? "Di Jun's face was gloomy and terrifying, his voice was as deep as water, and a sudden chill came out of the whole hall.

Jiuying shivered involuntarily, buried his head lower, and cried even more tragically: "Emperor Dong was restrained by Zulong, and the two of them were killed in the depths of the stars in the universe, and now they are missing. Ji Meng Died tragically at the hands of the Wuji Taoist in Panlong Mountain, and the primordial spirit was annihilated. Yingzhao was injured and absconded. He should have returned to the palace long ago. The [-] soldiers survived only a few people, and the entire army was wiped out!"

Di Jun snorted coldly, angrily kicked Jiu Ying into a hollow somersault, and shouted: "They are all dead, hundreds of thousands of soldiers of my monster race were buried in the hands of weak human race, it is hateful!" Hateful!!! Since they are all dead, why don't you die, why are you still coming back?"

Dijun's foot was heavy, Jiuying spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face became paler in an instant, and even his breathing was intermittent.

Jiuying struggled to get up from the ground, knelt down in front of Dijun, and said in a mournful voice: "The last general, as the demon commander of the heavenly court, was favored by Dijun. He should have died in battle in order to repay the kindness of Dijun's cultivation. But... ... If I die in this battle, although the last general is wise, my monster clan is really wiped out, and who will report the news to the emperor. So the last general has no choice but to linger on, desperately escaping a humble life. Let Dijun know the news and avenge my Yaozu Erlang."