Demon Becoming the Lord

Xiao Lang didn't want to die, so he let all the demon guards stay outside the city of Tsing Yi, and walked towards the city of Tsing Yi with Du Gu Wu Wu and Qian Xun.

Yun Feiyang really returned to Tsing Yi City, and at this moment, there was a large army of guards on Tsing Yi City. In white clothes and white armor, it turned out to be Zuo Jian's sword guard.

"I want to go in and see my foster father for the last time!"

The blocked gate had already been opened. A school lieutenant led hundreds of people to guard the city. Xiao Lang did not lose his mind, and stood silently at the city gate waiting for the school lieutenant to go in and report.

Dugu Wu Wu's body trembled slightly, Qianxun's face was gloomy, but Xiao Lang's face was calm, calm enough that Qianxun felt scared.

The school lieutenant came back soon and brought Zuo Jian's original words: "Your Majesty is in Tsing Yi City at this moment. No one is allowed to drive by surprise, otherwise he will kill him!"

Duguwuwu's face changed but weakly sighed, the clouds were flying in the city, who would dare to rush?

Xiao Lang dare!

Xiao Lang didn't say a word, his body rushed towards the city in a flash, so fast that the captain and hundreds of soldiers did not react.

"Bold, take it!"

Since he can become the captain of the Sword God Guard, this person is obviously a close friend of Zuo Jian, not only not angry but secretly happy to see Xiao Lang running around, he roared and led hundreds of people to chase Xiao Lang. Lonely without me and Qianxun looked in a hurry, and hurriedly pursued Xiao Lang.

"The evil spirits dare to disturb the holy driver, come and take him down!"

Xiao Lang's speed was too fast, the lieutenant's strength was too low to catch up at all, so he could only shout constantly. Immediately there were countless sword guards rushing from all directions. There were more and more people, but they were all ordinary soldiers. How could the speed be comparable to Xiao Lang in the Zhan Zun realm?

"Foster father, I'm back!"

Xiao Lang's face was calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. He looked at the military palace that was getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe that Du Guxing was dead. He wanted to see him. Confirmed.

"Bold! Demon, how dare you disturb the holy driver? You are looking for death!"

Three figures shot out from the Military God's Mansion. The one in the front was wearing white armor and was tall, holding a two-meter-long painted halberd. Who is not the left sword?

Xiao Lang didn't do anything but stood calmly, and said coldly towards Zuo Jian: "I want to see my foster father, Zuo Jian get out of the way!"

Zuo Jian took the two warlords and flew out aggressively, thinking that Xiao Lang would do it, but he didn't expect that he would not move anymore. Yun Feiyang was in the Military God's Mansion. At this moment, your Majesty is cherishing the memory inside, and the evil spirits are retreating quickly, otherwise the saint driving will be shocked and killed!"

Xiao Lang ignored Zuo Jian. He just looked at the Military God’s Mansion covered with white silk and the countless sword guards with black cloths tied to their heads outside the Military God’s Mansion. He saw that Zuo Jian and the two war kings were also tied. Heibu, knowing that Duguxing might really be dead, but he always didn't believe it if he didn't see Duguxing's body with his own eyes.

"Left general, please inform your majesty that this general wants to see my foster father for the last time!"

Xiao Lang aggravated his voice, and lifted his identity to use the official rank to press Zuo Jian. Zuo Jian was a Hussar General, and he was crushed to death by a senior official.

Zuo Jian's face changed, but he sneered and shouted angrily: "This general repeats it again. The Holy Admiral is inside. Please demon general to retreat quickly, otherwise this general will offend the Holy Driver to take it!"

Zuo Jian was recruited by Yun Feiyang as his **** leader. Xiao Lang dared to suppress him with an official rank, so he dared to use Yun Feiyang to suppress him.

Xiao Lang pondered for a moment, suddenly surrounded by profound energy, and burst into a shout: "Your Majesty, General Hussar, Marshal Son Demon, request to see my foster father for the last time!"

The voice was loud, resounding throughout the entire military palace.

however--

There was no reaction inside, and Zuo Jian immediately furious, surrounded by profound energy and shouted coldly: "The evil spirit offends the holy driver and kills this general directly!"

If Zuo Jian didn't make a move, he would use his full strength when he shot it, surrounded by shadows, and directly released the spirit of the spirit. Without giving Xiao Lang the opportunity to release "witchcraft", the two warlords behind him also released the spirit of the spirit for the first time. Yun Feiyang didn't reply, and the old **** didn't appear either. He obviously tacitly agreed that Zuo Jian had killed Xiao Lang. How could Zuo Jian let go of such a good opportunity?

I and Qianxun didn't expect Zuo Jian to say that he would do it, and the three of them would still do their best when they shot, and Xiao Lang absolutely couldn't avoid it at such a close distance.

There was no way for the two to rescue, they could only gritted their teeth and transforming their profound energy into armor, rushing towards Xiao Lang, trying to use the profound energy armor to help Xiao Lang resist the attack.

Xiao Lang didn't move, even his face didn't change, because he felt a shadow behind him, faster than Duke Wuwu and Qianxun.

Qing Ming is here!

"boom!"

All three spirit combat abilities hit one person, and the powerful shock wave shook Alone Qianxun back tens of meters away, while Zuo Jian and the two war kings were like kites with broken wires, vomiting blood, retreating and falling heavily. In the yard.

The gate of the Military God's Mansion trembled slightly. Outside the gate, a tall man surrounded by black armor stood proudly. Such a powerful attack was enough to kill Duke Wumei and Qianxun Xiao Lang, but it did not affect him at all.

"Qing Ming and Yaoxie come in!"

A majestic voice sounded, and a trace of murderous aura flashed in Qing Ming's eyes, but he quickly hid it, and walked inside with Xiao Lang silent step by step.

The footsteps of the two of them are heavy, and the slower they go, the heavier they go.

Xiao Lang felt that this short distance was extremely long at this moment, and felt that he would never reach the end. After a long time, the two finally stepped into the hall.

The two people in the hall are very familiar. The difference is that there is no war **** in the hall who is fluttering in white and is like a jade. There is only a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe with his hands on his back, looking out the window. There is also a rickety figure beside him. The old **** with a flattering smile, and... a black wooden coffin in the middle of the hall.

The two did not look at the clouds flying, nor did they look at the old eunuch, their eyes fixed on the uncovered coffin, their bodies began to tremble, and they slowly walked towards the coffin step by step.

When he saw a corpse stained with white blood in the coffin, Xiao Lang closed his eyes feebly, limp and sat on the ground. He didn't say a word, but clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were deeply sinking. In the palm of the hand, blood slowly flowed from the gap between the fingers.

Qing Ming closed his eyes, and stood beside the coffin in silence. There was no murder in his body, only a kind of sad sadness and sorrow.

"Marshal Dugu, I did my best for the country. I didn't expect to die by the hand of a villain. I have already ordered Marshal Dugu to be an emperor and buried in the tomb! Qingming and Yaoxie, you mourn, assassinate Marshal Dugu's traitor Jing Li, I will definitely let people bring others' heads back to honor Marshal Dugu's spirit in the sky!"

Yun Feiyang turned his head, eyes full of grief, sighed deeply, and led the old **** out of the military palace.

Qing Ming and Xiao Lang didn't get up to see each other, neither did they move, as if they were farting when the clouds were flying. Qing Ming glanced at Du Guxing again, then grabbed the lid of the coffin with one hand and directly sealed the coffin.

He didn't want to let anyone see the remains of Lone Guxing, because they were not worthy.

Xiao Lang also opened his eyes, his face was calm, calm and terrifying, and his tone was as light as water. He just said one sentence: "Master Qingming, take my foster father back to the Hidden Sect. The rest is...I Come do it!"