Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Master Demon Lord, have you cultivated?!"

Seeing Ye Fantian walk out of the secret room, the corpse soul priest who was waiting couldn't help but ask, it wasn't because he was talking nonsense, but because he was absolutely curious. It took less than one night for Ye Fantian to enter the room. Even the cultivation was too fast, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

"Well... that's it."

Ye Fantian said lightly in his mouth.

Approaching Ye Fantian, the face of Corpse Soul Priest couldn't help but change. He is the most powerful martial king, especially one who has entered the top-rank peak level. Feeling that the true energy on his body began to tremble crazily after being less than one meter away from Ye Fantian.

Compared with the original suppression of simply relying on the demon eye, the corpse soul priest is sure that Ye Fantian has never used his demon eye, but only the aura of the body can achieve such a change, which makes the soul priest really feel I couldn't help but feel a chill.

"In just a few short months, you have already entered the Martial King level. Even if this guy got the inheritance of the Demon Lord, he can't be so fast. Could it be said that this person is really that extraordinary talent?"

Although it was just a guess, the corpse soul priest clearly believed in his own judgment in his heart, and this realization made the corpse soul priest finally let go of the only little bit of disobedience in his heart and what was brought about by Ye Fantian's forced order. The dissatisfaction that came was turned into nothing.

For Corpse Soul Priest, after living for hundreds of years, his strength has been fixed at the peak level of the Martial King-level top-rank. Even if he wants to make a breakthrough again, it will take quite a long time and a terrible opportunity.

But now he believes that with the appearance of Ye Fantian, as long as he follows him, it is enough to raise his strength to another level. At that time, his strength and prestige will definitely rise to a higher level again.

"The Devil's Palace will once again display the legendary majesty!"

The corpse soul priest added in his heart.

"I just went to the elders' home not long ago!"

Ye Fantian said lightly, his understatement seemed to be telling him that he was wandering in his back garden.

"what?!"

He said it unintentionally, but it sounded intentional, and the corpse soul priest's old face became so panic-stricken.

"Master Demon Lord...you...how can you go there?"

Just the words "Senior House" terrified a Martial King-level powerhouse to such an extent. Ye Fantian became more and more disgusted with the Elder's House, but he was greatly shocked by the panicked performance of the Corpse Soul Priest. Very dissatisfied, a pair of bloody eyes stared at each other coldly, the cold and playful arc on the corner of the mouth made people feel a chill uncontrollably:

"Are you afraid?"

Only then did the Corpse Soul Priest realize that his performance was really inferior, and hurriedly began to explain:

"Master Demon Lord, it's not that this old slave is afraid, but that the other party is too tyrannical."

Ye Fantian frowned slightly and said:

"I don't think that little Cang Yunzi will scare you into such a state. Or is it that the people in the Six Great Demon Palaces of the Demon Palace have already been subdued by him?"