Chapter 1101 Eighteen Temples of Hell

Entering the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral tomb again, Gong Qingying understood the well-arranged tombstones based on the enchantment formation that she had learned. It turned out to be a top-quality demon-subduing formation: "Is this formation prepared for you?"

Donghuangjin nodded silently: "At that time, the patriarch and son asked me and Uncle Long to guard here, waiting for the master's soul to return to his hometown, and taking the master back to Hunmeng Mountain City with the cooperation of the inside and the outside. They were worried that I would be discovered by Yu Jingkong, so they used the best volt The magic array covered up my demonic aura, but I managed to hide for thousands of years, but I still couldn't escape Yu Jingkong's piercing eyes, and was suppressed by him in the chess formation, almost wiped out!"

When it comes to Yu Jingkong, Gong Qingying's hatred for him is like a torrent of water, but death cannot be revived, and all hatred gradually disappears with his death.

It's just that she didn't understand how much debt she owed him before they first met to make his appearance a disaster for her.

Arriving at the side of the turbid evil dragon pool, there was still faint traces of dried blood on the Dinghun Pillar, which was the blood of the original owner and also Gong Qingying's blood, Gong Qingying walked forward involuntarily.

"Slow!" Donghuangjin grabbed her, and she looked back at Donghuangjin in surprise.

I saw Donghuangjin with a dignified expression, flicking his sleeves vigorously, and the mirror image in front of him instantly turned into ruins.

Where is the shadow of Uncle Long on the soul-fixing pillar that has turned into powder, and on the dry and cracked bottom of the pool?

"Uncle Long!" Donghuangjin shouted excitedly, jumped into the Dragon Pond, and frantically planed the dry and cracked soil, digging out one big hole after another in a short time.

The Evil Dragon Pond was smashed upside down by Donghuangjin, but there was still no sign of Long Yi.

Seeing that the Dinghun Pillar was completely destroyed, Gong Qingying believed that there had been a fierce battle here before, and someone had killed Long Yi ahead of time to silence it.

Then who killed him?

Donghuangjin looked up at Gong Qingying disappointedly: "Master, Uncle Long was killed by Yu Jingkong!"

"." Gong Qingying felt a sharp pain in her heart again. Apart from the disaster of extermination and the killing of her relatives one by one, what else is there to remember about what Yu Jingkong brought her?
"What evidence do you have?" Knowing this, Gong Qingying still couldn't believe it, Long Chu and Yu Jingkong had no intersection, so why did he kill Long Chu?

"The evidence is his enchantment. Except for those who are close to him, they can't enter the enchantment at all. If it wasn't for him, who else could kill Uncle Long?" Dong Huangjin glared at Gong Qingying ferociously.

"Even if he killed him, then he is dead, so what can we do?"

"Yeah, he died, he died so easily!"

Donghuangjin was so angry that black smoke was coming out, his hands were clenched into fists, and he gritted his teeth: "But I don't believe it. If I don't see the body, I don't believe he is dead!"

After Donghuangjin said sternly, Hengkong disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Gong Qingying teleported out after chasing her shadow power aura.

By the time Gong Xi ran out of breath to the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral tomb, Gong Qingying's aura had long since disappeared. She held tightly the white brocade bag given by Gong Renmeng, thinking that it would not be too late to hand it over to the Patriarch after a few days.

After all, Donghuangjin was the chief demon of ten thousand years, even if Gong Qingying tried her best, she couldn't catch up with her, but judging from her reaction to Long Yi's death today, the relationship between the two must be close.

Gong Qingying suddenly remembered that Long Yi had told her that the "divine beast egg" in the white brocade bag was his youngest son, who had been imprisoned here with him for thousands of years.

If Donghuangjin is really Long Pi's youngest son, then she has to reassess Donghuangjin's identity.

However, she clearly remembered that Disha had said that the real identity of Donghuangjin was the Lord of the Blood Pond Hall of the Eighteen Hell Halls in the Demon Realm. Because she teased her in the street, she and Nian Xinsoul subdued her to become a secret guard.

Since Donghuangjin is one of the masters of the Eighteen Hell Halls, isn't Long Yi also from the Eighteen Hell Halls of the Demon Realm?

 Dear friends, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
  
 
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