when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 61 Fugitive (Thirty)
The hag raised her eyes and looked at the devil: "Does the sage not believe in the old body, or does he not believe in the sincerity of the Fusheng Pavilion?"

The Demon Lord slowly said word by word: "I don't even believe it!"

The hag responded calmly: "Since you don't believe me, why does the holy king still go to the appointment?"

The Demon Lord said: "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. It doesn't hurt to listen!"

The ghost woman said: "Didn't the holy king always want to make a difference because he bears the fate of thousands of demons?"

The Demon Lord continued to turn the cup in front of him and said casually: "So what?"

The ghost woman continued: "There is a great opportunity now!"

The Demon Lord had sent someone to investigate the force named "Dark Fire" before, and his behavior was so weird and unpredictable that he hesitated.

But what the other party mentioned made him moved again. It would be great if he could join hands with Fusheng Pavilion to destroy the martial arts forces in Shenzhou.

The hag didn't say much, and directly lifted the package on the crutch to the table.

Under the gaze of the three people, it slowly opened, and it really was a human head.

It was the head of an old man, the blood had already solidified, and he should have been dead for a while.

The demon king stopped in his hand, and asked in confusion: "I have never seen this person before, who is he?"

The ghost woman paused, and said: "He is the previous Pavilion Master of Xiaoyao Pavilion, Mercy!"

The demon king turned his suspicious eyes back to the head, only to hear the ghost woman say: "This person was killed by Shangguan Mufeng, the current pavilion master of Xiaoyao Pavilion, does the sage have any concerns?"

Mo Jun handed the cup to his lips, took a sip of warm tea, and said seriously: "What is your plan, I would like to hear the details!"

The ghost woman seemed to be smiling, she leaned forward a little bit, and said in a low voice: "Four months later, there will be a grand event in the Shenzhou martial arts, and the five factions will be held in Qishanzhou City, the capital of Yi Kingdom!"

The Demon Lord was very interested: "Go on!"

"There are many disciples in Fusheng Pavilion. Although good and bad are mixed, most of them are mediocre, but if they can get the help of the Huanyue Dynasty, the four schools of Shenzhou Wulin will definitely lose their vitality. If this is the case, there will be no way to resist!"

The Demon Monarch smiled coldly, and said: "It's a good way of demons, and there is no more resistance. Isn't Fusheng Pavilion afraid of following in the footsteps of the four sects?"

The ghost woman said slowly: "By that time, the Fusheng Pavilion and the Huanyue Dynasty have divided the world equally. It is still unknown whether the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high, or whether the evil will prevail. The Lord of the Shangguan Pavilion is not worried about this. The Holy King Are you still afraid that evil will prevail over good?"

The Demon Monarch was silent for a moment, but changed the topic: "Your Excellency first used the name of my Demon Moon Dynasty to deceive Shangguan Mu Feng to kill his master and seize power, and now he is lobbying this Holy Monarch on behalf of Fusheng Pavilion. For what purpose?"

The witch's elaborate plan was revealed by the devil, and she laughed twice, and said: "The dark fire's plan is at least harmless to the imperial court at the moment, so you don't have to worry about it!"

The Mojun's eyes hesitated, and after a while he smiled faintly, and when he turned around, he had a serious expression on his face, and walked out of the teahouse calmly!
Western Region, Tongtian Peak's Great Temple.

If Yujian Peak is the number one peak in China, there is another mountain in this world that is higher than Yujian Peak, and it is Tongtian Peak located in the northwest corner of China.

This peak leads directly to the sky, and behind it is the poor mountains and rivers that stretch for millions of miles. There are countless wild and strange beasts in the mountains.

The west is where the sun rises, and the east is where the moon rises. A bright full moon hangs in the sky all day long.

Everything here is like an illusion,
fantasy mountain,

magic water,

Huanyue,

Even the wanton changing clouds give people an unreal feeling, slowly changing their shapes.

Five huge beams of light are behind them, propping up an ingenious white jade gate, surrounded by more than a dozen golden armored demon guards, each holding a halberd and whip, holding a knife and a sword, inside the gate there are golden lights, billowing red neon , Thousands of auspicious qi spray purple mist, called the gate of compassion.

The outer chamber is fine, but the inside is even more amazing. There are several large pillars in the inner wall chamber, with black-scaled dragons wrapped around the pillars, and famous flowers that bloom for thousands of years on the ground; the palace area paved with white jade, with Tens of thousands of evergreen magic grass, all the way green and green all the way to the temple.

There is a moon-shaped pool on the top of the temple. The water in the pool is clear and clear, and it is reflected by the moonlight in the sky, giving off a faint white light. The water surface is full of thick fog, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance. It is called Huanyue Pool.

There are two statues of magic dragons enshrined in Huanyue Pool, with horns like deer, heads like camels, eyes like rabbits, necks like snakes, bellies like mirages, scales like fish, claws like eagles, palms like tigers, ears like cows, and mouths like There is Xu Ran, one white and one red, showing the posture of two dragons playing with beads, but the two jade rings that originally placed the ice and fire magic beads are hollowed out, which makes the magic dragon less angry.

Bypassing Huanyue Pool is the 64-step jade ladder, and each step of the jade ladder seems to be made of water.

When the wind blows, the jade platform will be dizzy and rippling, leading directly to the golden throne above, where the demon kings of all dynasties have sat on it to preside over the dynasties.

The Demon King had just ended his government, and the envoys stationed in the vassal states left one after another.

In recent years, the government affairs discussed by the government are almost all complicated and trivial matters of people's livelihood. Even if there are occasional killings and mobilizations, it is some small country that was attacked by a small country. The dynasty upholds justice, and nothing else matters.

The Demon Lord walked down from the high platform slowly with his hands behind his back.

Huanyue Left Envoy Xuewu stood beside the demon king, and couldn't help muttering: "These small princes and small countries are also under the rule of the imperial dynasty. They spend all day with swords and soldiers for trivial matters, which is very annoying!"

"Where there are people, there must be killings and disputes. It is a very common thing for countries to annex and conquer each other. Who said that there is no magic in people's hearts?" The devil smiled.

Xuewu suddenly asked: "What does the Holy Lord think is the difference between humans and demons?"

The devil said leisurely: "I think that there is no difference between humans and devils. Humans love others, and devils have the affection of devils. The world thinks that the way of devils is ruthless, and that the affection of devils is not worthy of human love. Devil's farewell, what do you say?"

Xue Wu has grown up in the Demon Palace since she was a young girl, and has no yearning for love and love in the world. She just said: "The sage said there is no difference, so there is no difference!"

The Demon Lord smiled to himself: "Where has Xueyao been these past few days, why can't I see her figure?"

Xue Wu's expression changed when she heard this, as if that name was as terrifying to her as a nightmare.

"Master Shura's whereabouts are uncertain, and my subordinates don't know!"

In the Huanyue Dynasty, she was not even afraid of Suzaku, the elder who was always vicious, but she was only terrified of the girl mentioned by the Demon Lord.

"Blood dance! What do you think of Xueyao?" Mojun asked her calmly.

Xue Wu raised his eyes to look at the Demon Lord, and saw that there was peace between his brows, but his eyes were as deep as a bottomless black hole, and he forgot to answer for a moment.

The devil smiled and said, "What's the matter? You have been with me for several years, is there anything else you can't say!"

Xue Wu said in a low voice: "Master Shura devoted himself to our dynasty, and experienced blood and rain, but in the past year, Lord Shura has become more and more ruthless and radical, killing people and demons at every turn, with vicious and cruel methods, even our dynasty's children."

Raising his hand to interrupt her, the Demon Lord looked at the rising cold Huanyue Pond, with a touch of sadness emanating from his brows.

"If one day, Xueyao does something too much, don't hate her, it's not her fault!"

(End of this chapter)