“Ying Zhao Demon Saint?”

Zhou Yi frowned, he had never negotiated with Ying Zhao, and even had some hatred, the Wujiao Demon King under him could die at the hands of Zhou Yi’s master and apprentice, and Ying Zhao’s sudden visit today was not necessarily a good thing.

“Got it.”

At this time, outside the scenic Emei Mountain.

In a certain region, the brilliant golden light rushes into the sky, like a heavenly god under the mortal, and the rui qi is full of wilderness.

The Great Sage of the Demon Race came in person, this person’s cultivation is terrifying, the world is first-class, fighting all over the Lich and Demon races, not to mention invincible, it is really almost the same.

In addition to the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, the Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor, the Demon Master, and the few guests in the Zixiao Palace back then, few of them were his opponents.

This is the real top figure in this era, in the flood and famine.

Figures such as Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Junna have become beliefs and legends of this era.

“Adult, you said this kid, will he dare not see you.”

A little demon next to him with horns on his head said.

Ying Zhao Demon Saint, dressed in white, delicate and clean, graceful, face like a crown jade, he sat on a huge throne, his expression was relaxed, and he was indescribably indifferent.

There is a temperament on his body, that is, sitting there, like a mountain standing in front of the mountain gate, incomparably oppressive and suffocating, slightly terrifying.

“No, the disciple that the Tongtian saints fancy will not be a bad breed.” Ying Zhao Demon Saint waved his hand and said lightly.

Zhou Yi didn’t need to hide from him at all, this Ying Demon Saint was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, if he wanted to kill in the Luofu Cave, even if there was a mountain protection array, Zhou Yi couldn’t stop it at all.

After a while, Zhou Yi arrived, and he wore a neat Taoist robe to greet him with courtesy.

“Under the seat of the Tongtian Saint, Luofu Cave in Emei Mountain, Zhao Gongming’s disciple Zhou Yi has seen the demon saint.”

Ying Zhao’s hands holding his chin loosened, and his lazy breath disappeared in an instant, replaced by a sharpness and oppression.

Ying Zhao Demon Saint just nodded.

As a generation of demon saints, he naturally has the arrogance of a demon saint, there is no contempt, let alone contempt, just a nod of the head, which represents the position and attitude of this person.

“I don’t know why the Demon Saint is coming, and I came here to Luofu Cave.”

Zhou Yi is not humble or arrogant, but he seems very calm.

Ying Zhao Demon Saint was looking at Zhou Yi, with his divine power and intelligence, it was impossible not to know that he had killed the crocodile lord and the black demon king.

It’s just that the demon master has specifically explained that he can’t treat this Zhou Yi with ordinary courtesy, this person has great potential, and his future achievements are even more limitless.

However, how Ying Zhao looks at this time, Zhou Yi is a child who has not dried up, and he is a descendant of the Terran race who has not survived for a hundred years in the flood wilderness.

Wait for him to grow?

I’m afraid that after the battle with the Wu Clan, this kid can’t grow up.

However, this time the focus of the demon master was clear, not Zhou Yi.

In the end, Zhou Yi is still a junior, although he killed the crocodile, these are insignificant, and the crocodile is nothing to him

It’s just a little golden demon, and his demon clan is full of this kind of talent.

Zhao Gongming is different, Tai Yiwei, plus the power of Ding Haizhu, in the Tai Yi Golden Wonderland, those who can help him are already a few.

Moreover, this person has great potential, and he is valued by the Tongtian Sect Lord, and his future achievements are even more unpredictable, if he is biased towards the side of the demon race, at that time, he is afraid that his Tongtian Sect Lord will not cooperate with their demon race?

In a battle with the demon clan, if they can bring in a saint to preside, then their chances of victory, then their demon clan will win steadily.

“The Venerable Master can be in the house.” Ying Zhao spoke.

“The family master is not in the cave, the master summons him.” Zhou Yi replied simply.

“Oh? I’ve been gone for a few days. Ying Zhao asked again.

“It’s just been a few days since I left.” Zhou Yidao.

Ying Zhao frowned slightly, it was indeed unfortunate that he came this time.

The demon master came this time, it can be said that he has prepared a perfect plan, as long as he takes out the items in the box, he Zhao Gongming is bound to comply, because he has no reason not to agree.

The temptation of this kind of thing can be rejected by anyone in the world, but he Zhao Gongming cannot refuse.

“It’s a pity, I wanted to send a big opportunity to Brother Gongming, but I saw his Dharma body, it’s a pity.” Ying Zhao shook his head, a little regretful.

Zhou Yi’s heart moved, listening quietly, he didn’t believe it, this Ying move came to send chance, and last time Zhao Gongming said that the mind of the Wujiao Demon King was controlled by someone and became a chess piece, maybe it was this Ying move.

Last time, he almost died at the hands of Wujiao.

Until this is clarified, he will not trust anyone.

In addition, on the eve of the Lich War, it was very sensitive, and Zhou Yi believed that among the two races of the Flood Wilderness Lich, it was impossible to be as peaceful as it seemed, and there must be an undercurrent in the secret, and there would be conflicts at any time.

Zhou Yi is not afraid of anything, but blindly reckless is not Zhou Yi’s character.

“When the tutor comes back, I will report it myself.” Zhou Yi said lightly.

His words were basically in the mud, and from the tone and expression, everyone could see that Zhou Yi didn’t take it seriously at all.

“Huh?”

Ying Zhao glanced at Zhou Yi again.

As a demon saint of the demon race, he has never been rejected, as long as he speaks, in this desolate land, except for those few saints, and that mysterious existence, who will refuse, who dares to refuse?

“Little one, do you know what you were talking about?” Ying Zhao’s tone was tinged with anger and some impatience.

“Be bold! You know who you’re talking to! ”

The calf demon next to him shouted.

“When is it time for you to speak?” Zhou Yi didn’t look at it, nor did he reprimand, just a tone of indifference.

The more so, the more people feel layered, as if Zhou Yi is a high-ranking immortal, and he is just a beast with a fledgling spirit.

No surprise, no anger, no rebuke.

The more prosaic, the taller.

The bull demon was irritated by Zhou Yi’s tone and jumped up directly.

“You, you dare to insult the demon saint!”

“Can you represent the Demon Saint? Or are you a demon saint? Zhou Yi asked again.

The bull demon broke out in a cold sweat.

What is the origin of the demon saint, that is the top existence in the demon race, how dare he claim that he is talking nonsense on weekdays, being discovered and reported directly, he will be beaten into ashes.

The hierarchy of the demon race is strict, and this kind of slander can already be regarded as a belly slander!

Capital punishment is to be imposed!

“Great Sage, this, this, is not what I said.” The bull demon suddenly didn’t even have the courage to raise his head.

The scene suddenly quieted down, the needle could be heard, and even in the air, a trace of murderous smell could be smelled, and the little demon next to Ying Zhao did not dare to breathe, for fear of provoking the demon saint and killing him instantly.

But at this time, Ying Zhao Demon Saint laughed loudly.

It’s very weird. _

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