Chapter 409: The Spiritual Emperor Escapes
"The sect's treasures were stolen, and I want to clean them up again. If the Grandmaster thinks that my actions are inappropriate, I hope you will give me a decree to resolve my doubts."
It waited quietly for the three incense sticks to burn out, but the tall stone statue still did not respond.
The old dog raised its front paws respectfully: "Since the Grandmaster agreed, I will obey your orders."
A fair face was reflected in the rising wisps of green smoke.
The man was hung on the Grandmaster's statue.
The young boy looked like an ordinary person, except that his eyes seemed to be outlined in red paint, in the shape of a phoenix.
He was naked, and his body was covered with nail-shaped wooden thorns covered with talismans. Even the blood seemed to have drained out, and only shriveled flesh remained at the wound.
The skin was sickly pale, as if it had not seen the sun for many years.
"..."
The Divine Wind Demon King shuddered. Who would have thought that the world's most famous First Cave Demon King had actually been hanging here.
"Disciple still needs to guard the main hall. Today I have to let this demon go. Please forgive me, Grandmaster."
Looking at the serious look of the old dog.
The young boy finally opened his phoenix eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I feel a little sick. Can you speak softly?"
As he said that, he showed sarcasm at the corner of his lips: "You are a guard dog that relies purely on medicinal materials. It is normal for you to be afraid of the supreme talent of this emperor."
"Evil beast, receive the reward."
The old dog seemed not to hear it. As he spoke, the wooden thorns suddenly broke away from the boy's body.
Watching the other party fall to the ground indifferently.
It stretched out its dog claws, and a snow-covered silver armor floated out from the back hall and landed on the boy.
Then there were two short swords.
One after another, streams of light came out and all drilled into the boy's palm.
"You beast, why don't you obey the master's order, exterminate the remaining evildoers, and take back the treasures of my Nanyang Sect."
"Heh... Heh..."
The Spiritual Emperor stood up with difficulty, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
He tossed the two short swords in his hands, and a ray of true fire rose in his red phoenix eyes.
The crisp metal sounds rang out one after another.
As he took a step, the silver armor snapped on his body, and the snow-white cloak rolled up slightly.
"Don't regret it."
The young man sneered and walked out of the hall, and put his arm around Shenfeng's neck: "I haven't seen you for many years. Have you missed me?"
"I have always missed the Demon Emperor."
Before Shenfeng finished speaking, he was thrown out and rolled down the stone steps.
The other party was seriously injured and needed a lot of supplements to return to the peak state, but he didn't dare to resist at all, because it was suppressed by the bloodline between demons.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The Spiritual Emperor's face was slightly cold: "Do you want me to walk out of the Thousand Demon Cave myself?"
The body of the Divine Wind Demon Emperor trembled again, and in an instant he turned into a ferocious eyeless beast, crawling and waiting for the young man to step on his back.
"Come here."
The Spiritual Emperor hooked his finger to the side again.
The Giant Horned Demon Emperor swallowed his saliva, not quite understanding why the old dog suddenly let this evildoer out.
But he still shrunk into the other's arms obediently, letting him do whatever he wanted.
"Dead dog, you are really old."
The young man laughed sharply and disappeared into the sky in an instant with the divine wind.
Many years ago, although the other party was limited by his talent, he was at least strong and ruthless.
Now, he dared not even take action himself, and had to guard this hall, fearing that the people of Wutong Mountain would sneak in.
If you are not ruthless enough, then continue to be a dog.
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Daqian, Imperial City Martial Temple
A nearly ten-foot-tall statue of the Martial Arts sat beside the main hall, its dark golden glow attracting attention.
It stared at the Jiayuan quietly.
This prison-suppressing statue of the Martial Arts came back about ten days ago.
At first, it attracted the attention of everyone in the imperial city. Daqian was not without such a living golden body, but it was the only one so tall and in a prominent position.
But soon, those who really had some status in the Martial Temple almost realized that something was wrong.
This golden body was obviously protecting something.
Many people remembered that extremely noble name.
At the same time, the Martial Temple rarely activated the newly built formation, and the light blue light curtain enveloped the entire imperial city.
The other courtyards prepared by the Martial Temple for various places were gradually overcrowded.
With Qingzhou's status, it was impossible to get such news at all.
But the last time Mr. Chen Qiankun came to look for Chen Ji, he encountered a dramatic change in the palace. Considering that Chen Ji was unfamiliar with the place, he stayed for a while longer.
After vaguely guessing in his heart,
He also passed the news to the few people he trusted the most.
"Here?"
Mr. Chen looked at the figures approaching hurriedly outside the courtyard.
He stood up to greet them nervously.
"What about him? Did he really get into trouble?"
You Longtao walked into the courtyard quickly, cautious and even daring not to mention Shen Yi's name.
Fang Heng followed nervously, while Lin Baiwei bit her lips tightly, and her face turned much paler.
"I don't know."
How could Chen Qiankun be qualified to get in touch with the affairs of the Martial Temple? He simply made some guesses from the suddenly tense atmosphere.
"This is... Prince Chen Ji, and this is Princess Jinyu."
The old man led a few people in, fearing that You Longtao would say something wrong, so he extended his hand in advance to introduce them.
"Chen Ji greets the general."
The young man in gorgeous clothes had already brought his sister to pay his respects in advance.
"No."
You Longtao hurriedly supported the other party and said with a wry smile: "At this time, don't do these tricks. What happened and how to find out? Your old man doesn't want to make us anxious to death."
"Find out?"
Chen Qiankun seemed to have an idea long ago, and lowered his voice and said: "I have a way, it depends on your performance."
"Hurry up." You Longtao was so anxious that his cheeks hurt.
"Your junior sister is also in this courtyard...but she is not an ordinary person now, but the thirteenth disciple of Wutong Mountain."
Chen Qiankun led everyone to another courtyard.
Before approaching, he saw a black-shirted figure leaning against the courtyard, frowning and playing with the golden thread on his fingertips.
The breath alone made others feel difficult to breathe.
Adding to that cold face, there was a feeling of strangers staying away.
"This is Senior Tong from Wutong Mountain."
Chen Qiankun is old after all, and he still has some skills to find out the news.
The whispers of several people sounded like the sound of a gong to Tong Xinchuan.
He restrained his impatience and looked at them unkindly.
What's the intention of sneaking around?
You Longtao was frozen in place by the sight, not knowing how terrifying this was.
The girl in white behind him walked out quickly and said respectfully: "Lin Baiwei, the demon catcher in Qingzhou, greets Senior Tong, we are here to find Master Jiang... Senior."
"She's not here."
Hearing Tong Xinchuan's faint response, Chen Qiankun lowered his head helplessly.
The gap between them and Shen Yi has reached the point where it is difficult to even know the news of the other party.
What the old man didn't expect was.
Tong Xinchuan collected the gold thread on her fingertips, stood up straight, nodded gently and said: "Everyone follow me."
Born in Qingzhou, she came to find Junior Sister Jiang at this time.
She is not looking for Jiang Qiulan, she is clearly looking for Shen Yi.