Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 990
A long quarter of an hour passed, and the old man asked the young man impatiently, "Speak."

"I promised to kill Feng Ting and his friends, but I have one condition." The young man said.

The old man immediately said angrily: "If you keep talking, I will kill Duan Fangyan immediately."

The young man didn't look at the old man, but looked at the old woman and said, "I want absolute freedom."

"Yes." The old woman casually threw out a panacea and flew towards the young man.

The young man took the elixir, looked at it, and said, "I'm afraid this elixir can't completely cure the poison I'm suffering from."

"There is no cure for the poison you are suffering from." The old woman looked at the young man helplessly.

"More than 100 years have passed, I don't believe you haven't developed an antidote." The young man questioned.

The old man glared at the young man and said, "If you haven't developed an antidote, you just haven't developed an antidote. Is it worth bluffing you?"

The young man smiled boredly: "There is no antidote, why don't I go back to Lintian Peak on time and let you continue my life?"

"Do you think we are willing to continue your life?" the old man scolded angrily.

"There is no way to do this. If you want to live, you can only come back on time." The old woman looked at the young man with some helplessness on her face.

"Quickly tell me, do you agree or not!" The old man was extremely impatient.

The young man never looked at the old man, he kept looking at the old woman, as if he wanted to see through the old woman's heart.

"Since I want to let you go, there's no need to lie to you." There was a touch of gentleness in the old woman's tone.

"If you don't agree again, I will send you away." The old man raised his hand, as if to kill someone.

The young man didn't seem to be afraid of the old man killing him at all, he just looked at the old woman and said helplessly, "Okay, I promise you."

"Take off his shackles," said the old woman.

"it is good."

The old man stepped forward, took out the key, and opened the shackles.

"Plop flop..."

The old woman raised her finger lightly, and several strands of spiritual power flew out from her finger and flew into the young man's body, unlocking the sealed meridians of the young man.

The young man was free from restraint, and there was a touch of relief in his eyes.

"Don't forget your original promise. If you see her, you will kill her." The old woman looked at the young man and said.

"I know." The young man nodded in agreement.

"Feng Ting and his companions are in the Demon Palace at the moment." The old woman said to the young man.

Hearing this, the young man said helplessly: "I may be able to fight against the demon god, but I don't have the ability to kill people at will in the demon palace."

"The Demon God is not in the Demon Palace." The old woman said.

"Where is the demon god?" the young man asked casually.

"It's gone," replied the old woman.

The young man was obviously a little surprised, he felt that the old woman obviously didn't know where the demon god was.

The old woman looked at the young man and explained: "Maybe he was killed by Xiang Qiangu."

"Where did you kill it?" the young man asked again.

"I'm afraid only Xiang Qiangu knows about it." The old woman replied.

"Isn't Xiang Qiangu in the sect?" The young man felt that if Xiang Qiangu was in the sect, the two patriarchs would definitely ask for clarification.

"Xiang Qiangu has been away from the sect for many days, and he doesn't know whether it is life or death." The old woman explained.

The young man seemed to understand that Xiang Qiangu might have killed the demon god, but Xiang Qiangu didn't seem to be able to get away with it, and this was the reason why Xiang Qiangu was not in the sect.

"The devil is not here, and my wife and I are not in the mortal world. No one in the world is your opponent." The old man reminded the young man impatiently.

"And Huo Tiandu." The young man said.

"Huo Tian is gone too." The old man replied impatiently.

The young man smiled and asked: "Could it be that Huo Tiandu was also killed by Xiang Qiangu?"

"Who else can there be besides Xiang Qiangu?" said the old man.

The young man shook his head and sighed: "From this point of view, Xiang Qiangu is indeed very suitable to be the suzerain."

"If you become suzerain, you will do better than him." The old woman said solemnly.

The young man shook his head and said, "I may not be as bloody as him."

"You have been trapped for more than 100 years, and you have never been weak, and you still say you have no blood?" The old woman's eyebrows showed admiration.

"A imprisoned person has no right to talk about blood!" The young man shook his head and sighed.

"Do you think anyone is eligible to be imprisoned by Madam?" the old man disdainfully said angrily.

The young man shook his head and said with a smile: "No matter who is imprisoned, it is not worth being happy."

"Are you resenting Madam?" The old man's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The young man didn't seem to care about the existence of the old man from the beginning to the end. He looked at the old woman and said with a smile, "Old Ancestor, what do you think?"

"Take him to find Kou Xun and Yu Duxing!" The old woman waved her hand instead of answering the young man's words.

"Okay." The old man agreed, and said to the young man, "Come with me."

"I'm leaving," said the young man to the old woman.

"Let's go." The old woman casually threw a round bead to the young man, and waved the young man to go.

"Go!" Seeing that the old woman had given the beads to the young man, the old man became even more angry, and angrily reprimanded the young man.

The young man put away the beads, followed the old man, walked out of the stone room, and walked towards the main hall.

The old woman shook her head slightly, smiled boredly, looked back to see that the figure of the young man had disappeared, and then walked out of the stone room.

The young man followed the old man into the hall.

The old man sat on the throne, and the young man stood beside him.

"Come in, you two!" The impatience in the old man's tone became clearer.

When Yu Duxing and Kou Xun heard the voice, they immediately entered the hall cautiously, and they saluted the old man at the same time.

"Meet the ancestor..."

"He will go with you to kill Feng Ting and others." The old man ordered.

"Yes Yes."

Yu Duxing and Kou Xun had seen this young man with messy hair a long time ago, but they didn't expect that this young man would go with them to kill Feng Ting.

"From now on, you two follow my orders." The young man suddenly looked at Yu Duxing and Kou Xun and said.

Kou Xun and Yu Duxing heard the words, naturally they would not agree, they both looked at the old man.

"He is smarter and stronger than you, you all should obey his orders." The old man was actually reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

"Yes Yes."

Yu Duxing and Kou Xun agreed in unison, they wondered who this young man was and why he was so valued by the ancestors.

"Let's go." The old man waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes Yes."

Yu Duxing and Kou Xun bowed to salute, and retreated to the outside of the hall.

The young man still didn't look at the old man, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

The old man looked at the young man's back with hatred and killing intent in his eyes.

The figures of the three disappeared quickly, and the old man got up, went out through the back door of the main hall, and walked towards the Nuan Pavilion in the back hall.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, with an indescribable expression on his face.

"Hey!"

After sighing, he still arrived in front of the Nuan Pavilion.

Inside the Warm Pavilion, came the charming voices of men and women, and there was a fanatical breath in this voice that made one's heart beat.

The old man stood outside the door of the warm pavilion, looking up at the sky.

At this moment, it was already evening, the sun was setting, the sky was full of brilliant clouds, and Juntian Mountain was covered with a layer of rosy red.

The old man's face was ugly, as if the clouds all over the sky were dirty things.

After a long time, the door of the warm pavilion opened, and a handsome young man came out with a dazed look.

"I have seen my ancestor."

When the young man saw the old man, he bowed and saluted. He seemed to know how to be polite, but his eyes were distracted and his voice was mechanically weak.

"Go away!" The old man said impatiently.

"Yes." The young man left in a daze.

The old man tidied up his clothes and walked into the warm pavilion, a sultry aura came over his face.There was a little bit of pain and helplessness in the old man's eyes.

On the warm couch, the bed curtain trembled slightly, and there were actually two people shaking on the bed.

The old man obviously didn't think about it, he thought that if one of them left, there would be no one else.He glanced impatiently at the two figures on the bed, turned and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion, and continued to wait outside the door.

The setting sun had already set, and although Juntian Mountain had darkened, it was still warm and beautiful.The mountains near and far are like gods standing quietly in the world, unmoving, watching the world quietly.

The breeze blows, blowing the old man's gown and hair.But he shook his head impatiently, as if trying to drive the wind away.

After a long time, the sky was dark and it was completely night.

The old man looked back at the Nuan Pavilion and sighed helplessly.

The door of the Snapper opened, and a handsome young man came out.He was also a little confused like the previous one. When he saw the old man, he bowed and saluted.

"Meet the ancestors!"

"Go away!" The old man suppressed the expected anger.

The young man's eyes were blurred, and he staggered away.

The old man walked into the Nuan Pavilion. When he walked towards the bed, his steps were very slow, as if he was a little afraid.

The bed curtain was lifted, and a disheveled, fair-skinned and beautiful woman got out of bed.

"Madam looks good." The old man said respectfully.

"Yeah." The beautiful woman got out of bed, without shoes on, walked to the table and sat down.

The old man immediately went over to pour tea for the woman.

The beautiful woman took a sip of tea and said, "You don't look very well."

"At this time, my complexion will not be very good." The old man said with a smile, but his smile was very forced and a little bit bitter.

"Hmph... Seeing you like this makes me feel bad." The beautiful woman's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"I let Madam down." The old man hurriedly said with a smile.

"I have nothing to be disappointed." The beautiful woman said casually.

The old man looked a little embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Sit down too." The beautiful woman said.

The old man sat down, and picked up the teapot to pour tea for the beautiful woman.

"Ji Zhan will never come back again." The beautiful woman said suddenly.

"Only my wife and I can save his life. If he doesn't come back, he will have to wait for death!" The old man said disdainfully.

The beautiful woman glanced at the old man and said calmly: "Ji Zhan is not a person who is afraid of death."

"Even if he is not afraid of death, he should think about Duan Fangyan." The old man said angrily.

"If Ji Zhan can kill Feng Ting, no matter whether he comes back or not, I will let Duan Fangyan go." said the beautiful woman.

"When did Madam become so merciful?" The old man obviously didn't agree with this decision.

"Have I ever softened my heart?" The beautiful woman asked coldly.

"Of course not." The old man's tone softened.

(End of this chapter)