Fate’s Little Feral Consort

When they saw the two fierce fighting people in front of them, the people in Magic City couldn't help asking each other.

"Who did this fight with the Demon King?"

"do not know."

"This person is so beautiful."

"I haven't seen it before. His magical powers are so powerful."

"Do you know who he is?"

All shook their heads. People from all major forces thought of Yun Qianyu, this person and that handsome young man are together, she should know.

So many people subconsciously asked Yun Qianyu: "Do you know who the white-clothed man is?"

"Your devil."

Yun Qianyu's words fell, and everyone was surprised: "What did you say?"

"He is your Demon King Mingtian three thousand years ago. Later, he was damaged in a battle with the Earth Demon, reincarnated, and is now back to the Demon Realm.

Yun Qianyu's voice is not small, she uses divine spiritual power to send it out, so even though she doesn't speak loudly, the words fall into the ears of these people in the demon world like beads.

Everyone around this time was stunned. Three thousand years ago, the king of the demon world, Mingtian, was the **** of the demon world, because he not only had great magic power, but also loved the people of the demon world. We can say that the world was peaceful three thousand years ago.

Later, there was a little unrest, their Demon Realm always competed with people in the Demon Realm for land, and they often fought.

The current demon king is brutal, **** and cruel.

No one dared to offend him.

Unexpectedly, he actually caught the people of the Demon Realm in the Soul Tower for refining, it was horrible.

When the people in the demon world thought about this, they all shouted loudly: "King, grab the big demon."

"Catch him, kill him."

The crowd was agitated.

Yun Qianyu smiled and looked at Feng Wuya who was fighting with the Demon King in front.

In fact, it wasn't that she didn't help Feng Wuya, but that she wanted him to use his magic power to completely deter the people in the Demon Realm.

Feng Wuya listened to the calls of the people of the Demon Realm behind him, suddenly lifted his spirits, moved his fingers, and shouted angrily: "The Supreme Demon Battle."

A magic battle with black light descended from the sky and went straight to the demon king

The devil's face changed, and he quickly urged Fen Tiangan again: "Go, kill him..."

Fen Tiangan bullied himself again, and attacked the Supreme Heaven Demon Battle.

Countless flying flowers burst into bloom, among the flying flowers that soared into the sky.

Feng Wuya withdrew quickly, Junya smiled weirdly, his eyes were cold like iron, and his cold voice rang out every word.

"Xia Wei, your so-called demon king is just a demon head made by practicing sorcery. You are also worthy of being called a demon king. You know that if you want to take control of the demon world, you must be recognized by the throne of the royal court."

As soon as his voice fell, a purple-gold brilliance appeared on his forehead, and the purple-gold brilliance radiated four characters: "Devil King's Order"

The Demon King Ling leaped out, and a gorgeous golden throne suddenly floated behind Feng Wuya.

The throne and the demon king's order are the status symbols of the demon king.

It's just that the throne and the demon king's order automatically recognize the master, so it is impossible for ordinary people to get him.

The Devildom hasn't seen such a thing for many years.

Many people only know these things, but haven't seen them. They didn't expect to see them in this white-clothed boy now.

Could it be that this young man in white is really the Underworld Demon King for three thousand years.

However, regardless of whether the young man in white suits in front of him is a three-thousand-year-old Netherworld Demon King, as long as he possesses the Demon King Order and the Throne of the Royal Court, he is the Demon King of the Demon Realm.

"Subordinates wait to see the king."

"Xiaomin waited to see the king."