Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 1423 Flame Shaped Palace
After reading the books for a month, Feng Ting left the library alone and walked towards the small courtyard where he lived.

Walking on the icy icy road, feeling the indistinct cold gazes around, occasionally sweeping across the surrounding palaces and courtyards.

If it wasn't because he didn't have the coldness of ordinary magic power, he would definitely think that he was a demon spirit who had grown up in the magic palace for many years.

Passing by the towering and cold palace again, his steps were still steady, but his heart was a little agitated.

There was a breath of purgatory fire in this palace, and every time he walked through here, the expectation in his heart would become stronger.

He would concentrate on himself secretly, completely inhaling the breath of the fire of purgatory into his body, like a greedy ghost walking past a steamed stuffed bun shop, not wanting to let go of the alluring fragrance.

When he was a thousand meters away from the palace, he could no longer feel the breath of the fire of purgatory, and he would feel a little lost in his heart.

Not long after, he returned to the small courtyard.

It was inevitable to accept Yanxi's inquiries. Although he felt that Yanxi was a little too childish, he didn't feel bored, and answered every question Yanxi asked patiently.

After chatting, he went to his room to sleep.

After lying down and closing his eyes, the breath of the fire of purgatory began to stir in his heart again.

He was like a man who had been in the steamed stuffed bun shop for a long time, and his body was inevitably tainted with the scent of steamed stuffed buns.

However, there is still a big difference between the scent of the fire of purgatory and the steamed stuffed bun. If the scent of steamed stuffed bun is inhaled into the body, it will disappear.After the breath of purgatory fire was inhaled into his body, it didn't seem to disappear, but settled down in his meridians.As long as he wanted to, he seemed to be able to sense the breath of the fire of purgatory at any time.

After sleeping for several hours, he got up alone, said goodbye to Li Wan and the others, left the small courtyard, and went straight to the library.

Walking on the cold and icy road, I feel my body is very light, as if my soul is lighter than before.

I also saw the flaming palace a thousand meters away. Although it was built of solid ice, it looked like a white flame dancing.

The breath of purgatory fire came again, and this strong breath made Feng Ting feel very comfortable.

He really wanted to slow down so that he could carefully embrace the breath of the fire of purgatory, but he was worried about being seen, so he could only walk easily as usual.

After leaving the palace for a kilometer, the aura of purgatory fire disappeared, but the aura of purgatory fire in his heart became more intense.

Several times, he wanted to gather the breath of this purgatory fire, and he felt that it could be ignited.

This is a hope, but also a desire.

Fortunately, his super control ability was able to control this dangerous expectation and desire.

After walking through this flame-shaped palace, his mood calmed down.He also absorbed a lot of the breath of the fire of purgatory, which made him feel that he had gained a lot and had a very different sense of satisfaction.

He is not a person who is easily satisfied, nor is he easily confused, but after absorbing some purgatory fire aura, he felt as if he was bewitched by this aura.

He told himself that he must stay awake and never be confused by anything.

Before I knew it, I walked into the library, and calmed down to continue reading.

He has been in Zangshu Pavilion for more than a year, and he is very familiar with this place, and he has no strange feeling about the demon spirits who come here to read books.He is not a demon spirit, but he has completely integrated into the atmosphere of the Demon Palace.

……

The small courtyard not far from Soul-suppressing Hall was still quiet. In the main room of the small courtyard, Qu He, the demon lord of Zhendong, was drinking tea.

His face was still old, and when drinking tea, he looked more like an old man.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared in the room, followed by cold air and barriers.

Qu He also casually drew another barrier, then looked at the man in white and said, "Why are you here again?"

"Is Feng Ting still reading?" the man in white asked.

"Of course." Qu He replied.

"Could it be that he really wants to be a demon?" the man in white asked puzzled.

Qu He thought for a while and said, "I'm not sure if he really wants to be a monster, but I can be sure that he really likes reading."

"What a freak." The man in white frowned and said.

"You're getting more and more interested in him? That's not a good thing." Qu He laughed.

The man in white also smiled and said, "This is not a bad thing."

"He is from Ning Mo." Qu He reminded with a smile.

"What about Ning Mo's people? You still look like Yang Tan's people?" the man in white teased.

Qu He smiled and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Ning Mo is still dying on the hillside waiting for the patriarch to meet him. He doesn't pay attention to Feng Ting and others. Isn't that a bit too cruel?" said the man in white.

"The Great Demon Lord Ning Mo is the most ruthless person in the Demon Palace." Qu He said.

"But Feng Ting and others came to him, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Isn't he afraid of hurting Feng Ting and others' trust in him?" The man in white frowned and said.

"Feng Ting's trust in Ning Mo will never change." Qu He said solemnly.

"Are you so sure?" the man in white asked.

"I'm very sure." Qu He said.

"I also want you to try to win them over. It seems that you will not agree." The man in white laughed.

"It's futile, and I naturally don't agree." Qu He said.

The man in white was a little helpless, and said: "Is the cow Gu Hun and Yang Tan still so stable?"

"Yes." Qu He said: "Since Feng Ting arrived in the Demon Palace, they have been extremely quiet, as if they have completely accepted the reality."

The man in white shook his head slightly and said, "This is not normal."

"I also know it's not normal." Qu He said.

"I feel that Yang Tanhui won't be able to hold his breath for a while," said the man in white.

"What basis do you have?" Qu He asked.

The man in white thought for a while, and said: "Yang Tan was not as calm as the cow soul and Ning Mo, now that the cow soul and Ning Mo are so quiet, he will definitely be even more restless."

Qu He thought for a while, and felt that it made sense, so he smiled and said, "Maybe Yang Tan really knows how to do it."

"How do you see that?" asked the man in white.

"Because he hasn't looked for me these days." Qu He replied.

The man in white stared and said, "Do you think he is planning?"

"It's possible." Qu He was also not sure.

The man in white thought for a while and asked, "Where will he start?"

"One of the guarding formations is controlled by the cow Gu soul. This is the biggest pain in Yang Tan's heart. He should start with the guarding formation." Qu He said.

Hearing the words, the man in white nodded slightly and said, "It makes sense."

Qu He looked at the man in white and said silently: "If Yang Tan really wants to use the palace guard formation, he will definitely start from the front of the formation."

"Because he has the sword that the ancestor left him in his hand." The man in white said.

"Yes." Qu He nodded, and said, "That sword may be able to control the eyes of the formation."

The man in white frowned slightly, and said, "I really hope that sword is destroyed."

Qu He also sighed: "They are all left by the ancestors, and I don't want to destroy them."

"To achieve a great event, there is always a loss." The man in white sighed helplessly.

"That's right!" Qu He said, "As long as the old ancestor can keep the Demon Palace, it will be destroyed."

The man in white asked: "If Yang Tan really destroys the palace guard formation, what will happen next?"

"The cow spirit will naturally fight back, and the battle will officially begin." Qu He said.

"What do you think of the ending?" the man in white asked.

"Of course the bull Gu soul wins."

"I think so too." The man in white also said silently.

"Don't stay too long, go back." Qu He said.

"Be careful." The man in white said solemnly.

"Be careful too." Qu He also solemnly said.

The man in white smiled casually: "I am serving the ancestor, who dares to provoke me."

"You leave your post right now, if Yang Tan and Niu Guhun find out, it will be like giving them an excuse to kill you." Qu He laughed.

Hearing this, the man in white nodded slightly and said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Ah."

But watching the man in white disappear, the smile on his old face disappeared immediately.

Although they think that if Yang Tan and Niu Guhun go to war, they should be able to stay out of it.

But he knew in his heart that there would be no eggs under an overturned nest, and if the mountain collapsed, not a single speck of dust could stand still.

……

A month passed, and Fengting and Xiangxiang walked out of Zangshu Pavilion.

Xiangxiang has only been here for five days, and she is far less interested in books than Feng Ting, so Feng Ting left Zangshu Pavilion, and she also left.

The two walked on the quiet icy road, chatting casually while walking.

Occasionally, when encountering one or two demon spirits, Feng Ting would take the initiative to nod in greeting.Although not every monster would respond to Feng Ting, Feng Ting didn't care.

"You have such a good temper." Xiangxiang smiled.

"This is his territory, so the temper is naturally better." Feng Ting said with a smile.

"You are a member of the Great Demon Lord and a guest of the Demon Lord, no one dares to provoke you." Xiangxiang laughed.

Hearing this, Feng Ting smiled lightly and said, "I'm just a small person, I'll die as soon as I die, and I won't stir up any disturbances."

"You're too modest." Xiangxiang laughed.

"It's not modesty, it's the truth." Feng Ting casually glanced at the flame-shaped palace in front of him.

"It is said that you are someone who can defeat even the Great Demon Lord." Xiang Xiang turned her head and glanced at Feng Ting, with a charming smile on her beautiful face.

"That's just a legend." Feng Ting said.

"It doesn't seem like a legend?" Xiangxiang looked at Feng Ting and smiled.

"It's a legend." Feng Ting said solemnly.

"Okay, let's treat it as a legend." Xiangxiang smiled without being entangled.

The two are like two teenagers, chatting while walking.

Feng Ting's face was indifferent and relaxed, and Xiang Xiang's face had a charming smile.

The two walked to the side of the flame-shaped palace.

Suddenly, two black shadows appeared in front of them at an extremely fast speed.

The two men in black were flying close to the ground. There was no rush. Flying in the magic palace would be punished.

What's the hurry for these two?

Feng Ting was a little surprised, so he couldn't help but slow down.

The two of them were in front of Fengting and Xiangxiang in an instant, and at this moment, the two men in black made their moves at the same time.

Two black lights flashed and stabbed directly at the ribs of Fengting and Xiangxiang.

That's not magic, it's a blade.

The two sharp blades were ten meters away from Feng Ting and Xiangxiang. The light flashed on the sharp blades, and the magic power burst out, as if the sharp blades were extended ten meters in an instant.

These two were too fast, and their shots were too ruthless.

(End of this chapter)