when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 62

Xue Wu was slightly taken aback, thinking of the once carefree Tingting girl, her silver bell laughter had spread to every corner of the Demon Palace, but who would have thought of it...

Only a few years away!

A statue of unfeeling water, why has it changed into this kind of appearance now?

At this time, a figure in a white shirt came from the Mercy Gate, and the guards of the temple saw that the person was Huanyue Right Envoy, and did not stop him.

Liushuang held a brocade box in his hand, and walked quickly to the Demon Monarch and said, "Holy Monarch! There was news from the Floating Pavilion that the five sects will have a martial arts meeting in a few months, and all four sects in Shenzhou will respond. The plan is going!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Mojun's mouth: "Very good!"

After meeting the hag that day, the Demon Lord did not immediately agree to cooperate in the matter. Every decision he made was related to the life and death of countless people in the dynasty.

It is precisely because of this that every decision he makes must be carefully considered, and he must not be allowed to be half-hearted.

"Won't Shangguan Mufeng send another head this time?" Xue Wu asked with great interest, after all, Fusheng Pavilion also sent a head last time.

Liu Shuang didn't take apart the things he brought back this time without authorization, even he himself didn't know what it was, so he handed the brocade box to the devil and said: "This is what the witch asked her subordinates to hand over to the sage. It is of great use, and my subordinates dare not spy on it privately!"

"Open it and have a look!" the Demon Lord ordered.

Liushuang broke the restriction on the brocade box under the watchful eyes of the demon king and Xuewu, and slowly opened the lid.

hiss……

It turned out to be another head inside!
However, this is the head of a young man, and he still maintains the painful and hideous expression before death.

Xuewu and Liushuang looked at each other, not knowing what the purpose of this human head was.

The Demon Lord touched the eyes of the head, and opened the eyelids. They were a pair of blood-colored pupils, and the bloodshot pattern of the pentagram could be seen faintly.

"Ghost Soul-devouring eye!"

The Demon Monarch learned from Dongfang Wuwei, the high priest of Huanyue, and his knowledge is naturally extraordinary: "The Wuli people have been extinct for many years. They were once famous for their illusions. Many people in the clan are good at the art of soul-hunting eyes. As for the rumored ghost eyes, it is a hundred years old. There is hardly one person in the world who inherits this extraordinary gift!"

At this time, Xue Wu said: "The Holy Monarch is right! It is said that the Nether Eye can open the Nether Barrier, but even so, what use is there to have a dead man's head?"

The Demon Lord quickly thought of the usefulness of these eyes, and said: "If it is in the hands of Shangguan Mufeng, it will naturally be impossible to drive it away!"

"Is there a way for the sage to refine such extraordinary gifts?" Xue Wu said.

The devil laughed: "How can I refine this kind of flesh and blood?"

Xue Wu was puzzled, since it couldn't be refined, why did Shengjun smile confidently?
In the blink of an eye, she saw that the devil's smile was gradually shrinking, and she said in a low voice: "If you want to refine the supernatural power of the ghost eye, you have to be sir!"

Liu Shuang's expression changed: "But Mr. Dongfang has stopped asking about worldly affairs. The last time you went to see him, he refused to help!"

The demon king's gaze sank, and he said to Liushuang, "Take this brocade box and go to the Dragon Valley with me!"

Having said that, he has already stepped towards the Mercy Gate, Xue Wu and Liu Shuang followed behind the Demon Lord.

The three of them left the Mercy Gate and stood on the cloud platform.

This piece of cloud platform is made of white jade, deep into the clouds, as if walking into the ethereal feeling of white clouds, and one step forward, it is the cliff of Tongtian Peak with a height of ten thousand zhang.

Mojun suddenly stood still, remembered something, and said to Liushuang: "Did you ask when the power of Yi Kingdom's court will be eliminated when you meet Dragon Po this time?"

Liushuang can be appreciated by the Demon Lord, so he is naturally impeccable in his work: "My subordinates have asked, and the ghost mother said that the royal family of Yi Kingdom is stable, and it is difficult to deal with it, but I have found someone to support me, and I will be able to force the palace in a few days. If there is a mistake, let Shengjun rest assured!"

The Demon Lord nodded and said: "The Dark Fire Pavilion is very cautious in its actions, and there are no mistakes, but the royal family of the Yi Kingdom has [-] imperial guards guarding the palace. If the Fusheng Pavilion forces the palace, it will definitely consume strength. Since it is a sincere cooperation, we Huanyue Dynasty Show some sincerity too!"

Xue Wu just thought of the "sincerity" mentioned in the mouth of the devil, and only heard the devil say: "You stay here and wait for Xueyao to come back, tell her that I said it, and let her help Fusheng!"

Xue Wu answered "Yes", Mo Jun and Liu Shuang had already flown down from the clouds.

Dragon Valley.

"White hair rises from the sideburns, elegance is like water flowing, vicissitudes are like carvings of knives, withered and withered!"

An old man looked at the ice-cut table and sighed softly. Every time he saw himself getting older, he couldn't help but look back on the past.

There is a jade tea set on the table, surrounded by a piece of crystal clear ice shoots, which are sharp and straight. He has lived alone in this frozen place for four years.

He often asked himself in such a low voice, and then looked at this frozen land that seemed to be unable to melt, and said a name - "Xue'er!"

The Demon Lord stood with his hands behind his back among the icicle shoots, quietly looking at the hunchbacked figure.

This is the second time he has been here in five days.

Every time he came here, he would stop here for a while, not wanting to disturb the old man.

That was the person he respected the most in his life—the high priest of the Huanyue Dynasty, Dongfang Wuwei!

But today, the demon king needs the help of his mentor, even if this person is already dying and cannot be used for much.

The figure of the Demon Lord gradually came out of the ice: "Sir! I shouldn't have disturbed you here today, but Qiye does have something important to ask!"

"Since you know you shouldn't come here to bother me, Your Majesty, please do as you please!"

Mojun looked at his feet, another self was reflected on the smooth ice surface, his face moved: "Sir! You have done so much for the dynasty, but Qiye can't give you anything, but for the great cause of the dynasty, please sir Help Qiye together again!"

Dongfang Wuwei took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Are you here today to refine the four living dead from the Shocking Evil Sword Sect?"

"That's right, sir, please help me!" Mo Jun cupped his hands.

"Do you know that this person who has not yet reached the end of his yang life in refining and refining will be punished by heaven!" Dongfang Wudao.

"People live for a lifetime, the grass and trees fall, and they can't escape death in the end. Maybe there is really a scourge in this world, so what? The most is a bad death!" said the devil.

Dongfang Wuwei looked back at the young demon king behind him, and sighed softly: "Success is also Emperor Yan, defeat is also Emperor Yan, God's will is merciless!"

His words had faint overtones, heralding some kind of secret, but the Demon Lord remained unmoved: "As long as sir is willing to help me, within ten years, I will be able to destroy the Shenzhou Wulin and rule the world!"

"Can you promise me something!" Dongfang Wuwei said suddenly.

The Demon Lord said: "Sir, please speak!"

"You have to promise the old man that no matter how you succeed or fail in the future, you will not harm Yuan Feili's life!"

The devil remembered the rumors in the world not long ago, and said seriously: "I heard that this son is the orphan of the previous saint Xuemo. Since he is a martyr of my dynasty, please rest assured, sir, not only will I not hurt his life , as long as he is willing to submit to the imperial court, I will use it again for him!"

After a while, Dongfang Wuwei slowly stood up.

The Demon Lord looked at Dongfang Wuwei's trembling appearance, he was only middle-aged but he was about to rot, and quickly supported him: "Sir, I have always wanted to ask you why your body has become so haggard!"

(End of this chapter)