He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

The demon lord Qi Hanzhi has returned to his place.

The news spread along with the eight hundred invitation letters that were urgently dispatched to various families of the immortals and demons.

All kinds of discussions filled the entire cultivation world, and their influence was comparable to that of the Immortal Venerable and the Taoist Companion Heli, but they were smashed to the top—although the timing was a bit of a coincidence, no one dared to link the two things together.

As the common protagonist of the two major incidents, Qi Hanzhi didn't care about it, and concentrated on playing with the small stone picked up from the abyss.

There are residual aura fluctuations on it, not magic energy.

Devil qi, also called turbid qi.

All things in the world rely on aura to generate spiritual consciousness, and aura can be distinguished from turbidity.There are many creatures with clean energy, such as humans, monsters, etc., and creatures with dirty energy are very simple, no matter how strange their bodies are, they are collectively called demons.

Extreme Abyss, the place where the turbid qi of the world gathers, and all the innate demons come out of it.The entrance is at Nanlitianxia, ​​but apart from this fixed entrance, passages can also be opened elsewhere.

It is easy to throw things in, but it takes a lot of effort to transport them out.

It is because of the characteristics of easy entry and difficult exit, and the strong lethality of the turbidity to the foreign race, that Jiyuan has gradually become the dumping ground of the Immortal Sect—everything that cannot be killed, evil spirits and heretics are thrown into it, and after dozens or hundreds of years, it will be destroyed. It's gone.

The demons turn a blind eye to this, as long as there is no trouble, they love to throw it away.

Qi Hanzhi threw the stone aside, leaned back, and the rocking chair made regular "creaking" sounds.

This time the abyssal demonic energy was turbulent, and Yan Wei did not find the problem after several investigations, that's why Liu Shu was so anxious to invite him back.

Qi Hanzhi was born with a keen sense of the aura of heaven and earth, and it was only after careful investigation that he discovered several "exits".

Those who open up the passage must have a good understanding of Jiyuan, and at the same time, their cultivation base may not be low.

I don't know why.

There are also a few old ghosts below.

I'm afraid it slipped out with the magic energy.

Very troublesome.

"Your Majesty." Jin Yundie knocked on the door: "The banquet is about to start."

Qi Hanzhi waved his hand, the courtyard door opened wide, and asked casually, "Where's the butler?"

"Counting the gift list." Jin Yundie strode in, curled his lips when he heard the words: "It is said that the emperor is too prodigal, and if he can't afford it, he has to be careful."

Qi Hanzhi: "..."

Jin Yundie met Shang Mojun's eyes, thought for a while, and probably realized that he shouldn't arrange Junshang, even if he didn't say it, he shouldn't paraphrase, so he added: "Don't worry, Junshang, I'll peep However, the Demon Palace still has one hundred and eighty treasuries, so it is Liu Shu who can afford to lose."

Qi Hanzhi: "..."

Jin Yundie: "?"

Qi Hanzhi laughed, picked up the small stone on the table and threw it over: "You are rewarded."

After speaking, he took out half of the silver mask from Qiankun in his sleeve and put it on his face: "Let's go, see if there is any kind-hearted person today who wants to fill up the treasury that I have ruined for the big housekeeper."

Jin Yundie, who was bewildered by holding a stone, his eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Yes."

Under the night, the lanterns are lit one after another, like the sky is falling, the galaxy is falling, and the light bridge is paved.

Qingluan, raised by the Demon Palace, was squatting on the ridge combing her feathers. A figure appeared in the distance on the long bridge of lights, and she arrived in front of the palace gate in a few breaths—wearing a black robe, wearing a jade crown, and half a silver mask. The lower jaw, and a pair of dark golden phoenix eyes.

Several green luan wings fluttered up, their tail feathers soaked in spiritual energy flashed across the shadow of the lamp, and they chirped.

There was a sudden silence in the crowd.

The demons who attended were aware of it, and bowed in unison: "Welcome to the demon king."

Xianzong was slower, and he also joined hands, and there was a mess of congratulations in the hall.

Qi Hanzhi walked to the main seat and sat down, waved his hands casually, and all the demons stood up and returned to their seats, and then he said: "I have gone through a hundred years of calamity, and now I am back, thanks to my fellow immortals and demons—"

Before he finished speaking, a series of laughter suddenly sounded outside the hall: "Hahahahaha, congratulations on the return of the demon king. On this day of great joy, the old man is late, so I will punish myself with three cups of apology!"

Before the words were finished, the sound of the flute whimpered outside the hall, a gust of wind blew, light-colored petals floated into the hall, the jade chariot descended from the sky, and two rows of maids bowed gracefully.

Sitting in the chariot was a young man, dressed in a black dress, with a knife on his waist, with a handle inlaid with pure ore. His attire looked somewhat similar to today's Demon Lord, but his figure was rather rough, unlike this The exquisite scene does not quite match.

The visitor called himself "Old Eight", and many people present knew him. He was the lord of the eighth city "Overlord City" among the thirteen sects of the Nine Cities of the Demon Realm, Pingyang Shu.

The Nine Cities was established after the Demon Lord unified the Demon Realm, and the city owners were all the Demon Lord’s confidantes. However, a hundred years passed away suddenly, and each of them had some internal changes. It’s like the Eight City Lords are rising stars in recent years. They beheaded the former City Lord. .

Pingyang stepped down from the jade chariot, waved his hands, and the sound of the flute stopped.

He slightly bowed his hands towards the demon king above, counting it as a salute, and raised his left hand, and the wine jug on the table recently fell into his palm: "I heard that the king's appearance is peerless, and the old man will finally see you today, old man, in my heart." Very happy!"

After finishing speaking, no matter how the demon king reacted, he just raised his hand, and the crystal wine poured down the silver pot.

This crude provocation is really not clever.

The guests from both the fairy and the devil couldn't help muttering in their hearts, the strong in the devil realm are respected, it has been like this since ancient times, the new eight city lords don't know what kind of confidence they have, or they don't know how powerful the devil is, so they were tricked out and used as a pathfinder...

Everyone in the arena had different thoughts, they were all waiting for the reaction from the person above, and there was a moment of silence.

In the front right, Liu Shu lowered his eyes and poured himself a glass of wine, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

With a sound of "wow", the wine was splashed on the ground, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

Jin Yundie secretly sighed, it's still the big butler who can pretend, raised his head and drank the sake in the cup in one gulp.

The kind-hearted man who delivered the treasury came.

In the first place, the Demon Lord, who changed his posture at some point, was propping his chin with one hand, and said calmly: "Is it finished?"

The already silent air in the hall seemed to sink with this light sound.

The next moment, the tyrannical coercion of the Demon Lord swept down, precisely enveloping the provocateur.

Ping Yangshu couldn't maintain his exaggerated smile any longer, and the flagon in his hand was casually thrown at his feet. He looked up at the legendary insurmountable demon above him, his original provocation and fighting spirit faded away, and the silent air seemed This kind of bad warning is more breathless than the coercion of a Mahayana practitioner.

fear.

For a moment, Ping Yangshu could only think of this word.

That was the look that those great demons showed most often when he heard the rumors about the old demon lord after he robbed the eighth city.

Pingyang Shu was dripping with cold sweat, his eyelids were trembling slightly, his teeth were clenched and he couldn't hide his nervousness, his right hand had already covered the handle of the knife at his waist.

"Looks like it's over."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure above suddenly appeared in front of Pingyang Shu!

The next moment, Ping Yangshu's eyes widened, and he lowered his head slowly in disbelief. The blood-stained fingertips were being pulled out from his heart, and the severe pain was uploaded to his brain one minute later. The blade is only half an inch out of the sheath.

With a "bang", the body whose core was crushed in an instant fell heavily to the ground.

Qi Hanzhi moved his wrist slightly, red golden flames ignited from between his fingers, fell to the ground, and engulfed the body suddenly.

Pingyangshu's demon soul was trapped within a square inch before he could escape. There was a heart-piercing roar in the hall, but after a few breaths it subsided into calm.

The Demon Lord turned around indifferently, and walked towards the head again without haste.

There were only two rows of maids left in the center of the hall, their faces turned pale with fright, they knelt on the ground and shivered, but they didn't dare to scream.

Looking so pitiful, Liu Shu gestured to the guards behind him, and soon someone took them down.

The hall returned to calm.

"—Thanks to fellow immortals and demons for still remembering." After finishing the interrupted polite words, Qi Hanzhi announced as if nothing had happened: "Let's have a banquet."

The red golden flame accurately burned Pingyang Shu, Yu Ren, and even the silver jug ​​he had seized, until there was no fly ash left, and no one else was hurt.

The one who was robbed of the jug was a young disciple of the Immortal Sect. At this time, he didn't dare to show his air. The beautiful maid from the Demon Palace came gracefully, smiled at him, and put another jug ​​of wine on him.

The little disciple of Xianmen was still immersed in the fear just now, and he didn't dare to touch it. When the maid retreated, he asked the teacher in a trembling voice: "Master, do we all stand by and watch such an evil thing?"

The teacher took a leisurely look at him calmly: "The demon clan has always been like this. Before the demon lord established the Nine Cities, Jiyuan fought non-stop all day long, but it is far from peaceful like it is now."

The little disciple blinked, as if realizing something.

The banquet started, and the demons quickly recovered from the episode just now, and it became lively after a while.

Qi Hanzhi was absent-minded, listening to the chants, all kinds of treasures were sent into his storeroom like a stream of water.

Fenghuangtian is lively, loves treasures, and loves extravagance. At this time, there are cheers at the night banquet, and congratulations from all directions, and he feels a bit boring.Just like this phoenix nest designed and built by myself, it is inexplicably a bit boring to live in.

It seems a little empty, and it seems a little too lively.

Nothing is right.

Otherwise, push and build a new one.

The housekeeper was afraid that he was going to cry again.

Qi Hanzhi changed his posture and began to think about how to build his new magic palace.

The idiot Pingyang Shu didn't know whose pathfinding stone it was, but Qi Hanzhi didn't care, he only needed to stand up, and the others had his own subordinates to do it.

The demons are fierce and aggressive by nature, but they are the easiest to understand. As long as they are strong enough to subdue them, they will show respect and loyalty to you.

Not human.

After the magic palace is built, maybe he can go to the bottom of the abyss for a stroll. He has plenty of leisure, just like the previous hundred or hundreds of years.

No different.

After the banquet was over, the unfathomable butler in front of the outsiders followed up again: "I didn't see any trace in the Hall of Wuzong, and Baiyanmen and Burning Soul Zhai only sent congratulatory gifts. Two elders, and the other five city lords also said that they are retreating..."

Qi Hanzhi listened with patience and patience, and finally arranged the follow-up, and waved his hand to signal Liu Shu to get out of here.

"Also," Liu Shu pretended not to see Qi Hanzhi's chasing gaze, "Yanwei followed the gap in the abyss to investigate—"

Qi Hanzhi raised his hand, interrupting Liu Shu's words.

Immediately, Liu Shu also felt something, shut up and gave a salute to leave.

Today's banquet was held in the outer courtyard of the Demon Palace, the security was much looser than before, and the guests were not restricted from moving around.The Demon King's eyes stopped on the moonlight-filled spiritual plant, and the Heart Dao Demon Palace doesn't have to be completely demolished, the garden is not bad.

It's a pity that there was an unexpected guest.

A gust of wind came from behind, and Qi Hanzhi turned sideways, and with a flick of his sleeve, he shot out the spiritual power, hitting the sneak attacker directly.The visitor grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qi Hanzhi turned his head and saw the face of the person coming.

Somewhat familiar.

Looking upset.

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