Supreme Spirit Lord

The body under the blue-gray robe was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, and his cold eyes fell on Mo Yang. Lin Yile had a peaceful face, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I am close to Yuebai, It's just because he is Yuebai."

After saying these words, Lin Yile's turbulent anger calmed down a lot, especially when he saw Mo Yang's icy face, which had a tendency to crack, his mood became clearer.

Sure enough, happiness must be built on the pain of others.

Lin Yile's joyful expression, in Mo Yang's view, was simply a blatant provocation.

"How can you be contaminated with the name of the emperor!?"

As the leader of the demon army, he should calm down. This matter involves the emperor, so he should analyze it carefully, but seeing Lin Yile, Mo Yang couldn't calm down.

He has a premonition that this person is likely to abduct their emperor, this matter, he...they will never allow it to happen!

A sense of extreme crisis gushed out from his heart, making Mo Yang forget his identity and his responsibilities. With a grasp of his palm, a large and huge ax emerged.

The magic power surged in his body, the wind whistled, and in the entire hall, the giant ax swung with Mo Yang's arm, and fell from the top of Lin Yile's head with force, but he didn't even lift his eyelids, but the tables and chairs around him were all covered by the giant axe. The sharp wind driven by the ax blew in all directions.

The tea set on the table fell to the ground and crashed.

The rest of the servants in the hall, although they don't know why Mo Yang acted, but one is an outsider who just came today, and the other is the leader of the demon army. It is self-evident who they want to help.

But just as they surrounded them, Mo Yang sternly stopped them, saying, "Don't come over!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and when they looked up, they saw Lin Yile was still sitting there drinking tea leisurely. The surrounding decorative tables and chairs were almost destroyed, even a crack appeared on the ground.

You must know that in the Devil Emperor's Palace, all the stone bricks on the ground are made of materials that can withstand the full-strength blows of the first-time saint-level powerhouses, but now under the blow of Mo Yang, deep cracks have appeared.

It is conceivable that if this blow falls on a person, what kind of consequences it will have.

However, the cracks on the ground appeared very strange. It was not a straight line, but one in front of the other, with a section of fault in the middle.

The location of this fault is right under Lin Yile.

Mo Yang's attack destroyed so many things, but it did not harm the target he wanted to attack.

The captain of the first team of the Demon Spirit Army, the leader of the entire Demon Spirit Army, who was nicknamed "Crazy Axe" by others, when he fights, it's up to you to live and die, and he doesn't know what is the right amount of time.

The people present were very aware of his habits, and they understood even more that the crack turned into this appearance definitely not because of Mo Yang's mercy, but because he avoided Mo Yang's angry blow.

In the Demon Realm, there should be no less than two people who can do this, but the people who can do it so easily are probably only a few Demon Lords and their only Demon Emperor His Majesty.

Everyone looked at Lin Yile in shock, wondering who the hell he was.

Now that Lin Yile has changed into another skin, these people naturally couldn't guess it, so they could only continue to be shocked.

Under the gazes of everyone, Lin Yile remained calm and composed. He touched the cool wall of the cup with his palm, and his spiritual power flowed into his palm. After heating up the liquid in it, he picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

Then he casually threw the teacup on the undamaged table in the distance, looked up and looked at Mo Yang who was imprisoned by him, Lin Yile smiled slightly, and said: "Leader Mo, if Yuebai is not here, you are from the Devil Emperor Palace." Master, please restrain your temper a little bit, lest you offend someone one day and need Yuebai to help you clean up the mess."

Mo Yang's fighting style is a bit crazy, but he is not stupid. This imprisonment that he cannot break free at all shows that he is aware of the gap in strength between himself and Lin Yile.

At this moment, his urge to do something had faded a lot, but he still couldn't talk to Lin Yile calmly.

"This is a matter of the Devil Emperor's Palace, isn't Your Excellency taking too much control?!"

The way he gritted his teeth made Lin Yile smile even more, and there was even a smile line in the corner of his eyes, and his tone was indeed cold, saying: "My relationship with Yuebai is closer than anyone else, yes Naturally, your well-intentioned advice is not too much."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yang, who was glaring at Lin Yile, lowered his head, and the anger on his face gradually disappeared.

Everyone in the Demon Emperor's Palace gathered not far away, when they heard such explosive news, their eyes lit up and their ears immediately pricked up, for fear of missing any point.

Seeing the sudden silence of Mo Yang, Lin Yile felt a little more alert. In his opinion, Mo Yang at this moment was like a volcano that was about to erupt but suddenly quieted down.

It is impossible for such a terrifyingly powerful volcano to subside by itself. The only thing that can calm him down is the calm before the storm.

When the vigilance emerged in his heart, Lin Yile found that the energy flow in the surrounding space became a little strange, and the rage was mixed with a trace of death.

This breath made him feel a little familiar.

Frowning for a moment, Lin Yile's pupils constricted suddenly, and the figure on the seat was illusory for a moment, and another Lin Yile appeared next to Mo Yang.

Everyone's eyes lingered on the two Lin Yile who were [-]% similar, and their faces were full of wonder.

At the same time, two figures appeared, not because of Lin Yile's knack skills, but because his speed was so fast that the afterimage remained within the naked eye's vision, and the main body had already appeared in another place.

Although this afterimage will exist, it will only last about three breaths at most.

At the very least, in the records of Yuanshi Continent's powerhouses being able to reach the extreme speed, the highest record is three breaths.

As for Lin Yile's afterimage, it existed for almost two and a half breaths.

The shock in everyone's eyes hadn't disappeared yet, when they heard Lin Yile appearing next to Mo Yang, saying in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "If you want to die, I won't stop you, but don't damage the main hall of the Demon Emperor's Palace here. It's time to worry about Yuebai."

The palm was pressed on Mo Yang's shoulder, and it seemed to be lightly patted twice, but from the sudden appearance of some sunken floor tiles under Mo Yang's feet, it can be seen that this "lightness" is really just an appearance.

The power that had just been condensed was slapped twice by Lin Yile, and Mo Yang, who had attempted to blew himself up, received a certain amount of magic power backlash, and blood left from the eyes, nose, and corners of his mouth, which looked a little scary.

Mo Yang, who didn't want to show timidity in front of Lin Yile, clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood from his mouth, and said angrily, "Isn't it you who can call Dijun's name?!"

When he opened his mouth, he could still see the blood-stained teeth and the extremely fine red meat-like fragments on them.

Seeing that Mo Yang's viscera were all damaged, but his face was still full of hostility, staring at him unyieldingly, Lin Yile suddenly felt a little irritable.

He moved his hands and feet, so he naturally knew the power. Mo Yang's sea of ​​spiritual knowledge and sea of ​​qi were originally turbulent due to the backlash of magic power, and he was able to persist until now without fainting because he supported him with one breath, but Lin Yile didn't want to think about it , What exactly is this breath.

Feeling restless for no reason, Lin Yile looked at Mo Yang who wanted to swallow him alive with his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, Mo Yang's body flew upside down and smashed straight towards the thick pillar supporting the hall.

boom!

The spine hit the pillar, making a slight clicking sound.

"Leader Mo!"

Not far away, the servants of the Demon Emperor's Palace immediately surrounded him, trying to help Mo Yang up, but his eyes fixed him on the spot.

The gaze that looked like a trapped beast, wanting to fight with all its strength to the last moment, was ferocious and tinged with desolation.

It's not that the servants of the Demon Emperor's Palace dare not step forward, but they cannot.

Motou has his own pride, and they can't and don't have the heart to break this pride.

The severe pain spread from the spine to the brain, making Mo Yang's face distorted extremely, and the continuous heavy injuries made his breathing extremely weak. The pain in the internal organs and the pain in the spine broke out together, as if there was no good flesh in his whole body.

Even so, he still held on to the pillars in the hall, stood up with all his strength, stared at Lin Yile, his eyes didn't shift for a moment.

"Stay away from our emperor!"

Even though his breath was extremely weak, and he didn't even have much strength left to speak loudly, but these words were still full of power, as if he would never die.

"What position are you standing on to say this?!"

Lin Yile's concentration is very good, and his patience is also extremely strong. He has practiced alone for thousands of years, allowing him to deal with everything with equanimity, but today, he was really irritated.

If it wasn't for the concern that this person is the captain of Hua Yuebai's guard, and this place is in the Devil Emperor's Palace, he might have already killed him.

"I am the leader of the demon army appointed by the emperor, and I am the most loyal follower of the emperor."

The lethargy of breath made Mo Yang's voice sometimes louder and sometimes quieter, but he always spoke every word clearly, but it consumed too much mental energy and made him unable to stand still.

"Leader!"

Looking at his swaying figure, the hearts of everyone around him were raised in their throats.

Fortunately, after Mo Yang's body swayed a few times, he knew the time and gave up and continued to stand alone, ignoring the pain behind his back, leaning on the pillars of the main hall to support his body.

Then he waved his hands at the rest of the people, making them stop when they were about to rush up, then looked at Lin Yile, smiled weakly, and said coldly: "What about you? What is your identity?"

From the very beginning, this person never answered this question directly. Even if he said that he was close, he didn't say what kind of closeness it was.

And this is just one side of that person's words, as long as he has not been personally admitted by the emperor, he will not admit it!

Mo Yang's current state of mind is like a gambler who has lost his fortune. Even if he has already guessed the ending, he will never admit defeat until the last moment.

Author's gossip: Thank you for your support, okay!