Emperor Lingxiao

Chapter 358 The Mysterious Ghost-faced Demon Lord

The place where the Heiqimen was located was finally obtained, and Ye Tian and Zixue headed straight for the border of the Western Regions without any hesitation.

The Western Regions are in the middle of an endless mountain range with ravines and ancient forests.

There, there is a large sect, the sect is very large, covering hundreds of miles.

Looking away, you will find that the mountains and forests with a radius of hundreds of miles have built one after another ancient temples, and the temples have strange shapes.

Some are like slaps, some are like fierce beasts, and some are directly shaped like ancient trees
These temples are all hidden in this mountain range. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see that there are so many temples here.

Here, everyone must have guessed it, yes, it is the base camp of the Black Riders of the Western Regions.

Today's Black Rider Sect did not end with the death of its head, Zong Ruyu.

This place is even more lively, there are many creatures coming in and out, and the strength of these creatures is incomparably superb.

Among them, there is no shortage of powerful monks in the spiritual state, and there are as many monks in the Fengyun state as dogs.

It is definitely not a coincidence that so many strong men can go to the Black Rider Gate, nor is it because someone joined forces to attack this place.

It's because of one person, this person is Lin Qingfeng known as the 'ghost-faced devil', the founder of the Black Knight, and Ye Tian's best friend.

His appearance directly shocked the entire Chentian Continent. No one could have imagined that during the big cleanup a year ago, he was left behind, and he was not cleaned out.

In everyone's heart, it can be said that they are not fucking, they are extremely depressed.

This time, the reason why so many strong men rode darkly the night before was precisely Lin Qingfeng's order, which was mandatory. If they did not obey, then there was only one way out, and that was death.

The current 'ghost-faced devil' and the 'ghost-faced devil' that Ye Tian knew have changed, it is no longer the devil who did not offend me and I did not offend others.

He became ruthless, indifferent to everything, and completely ignored the lives of all living beings in the world.

In fact, Lin Qingfeng's change happened when Yin Yuan killed him.

A respected person asserted his fault and wanted to kill him without investigating the truth of the matter.

After this kind of thing happened to anyone, they couldn't bear it. Even kind people would have to be changed. They would become so disrespectful to their relatives and regard life as a humble dog.

On the main hall of Heiqimen, there is a big black chair with thousands of grimaces, and there is an evil aura.

It's very intrusive, as if it is no different from a real ghost face.

From time to time, those grimaces would also emit eerie smiles, cries of grief, and various complicated expressions.

This scene frightened all the monks present, but the disciples of the Heiqimen were very calm, as if they were used to it, and had developed resistance.

"What is that chair made of? Why is it so weird?" A monk said in a low voice.

"This is too scary, isn't it too weird? Why can a chair give birth to such a vision?" Someone was palpitating, trembling, and said these words with trembling lips.

"This chair seems to be alive? But speaking of it, this 'ghost-faced devil' is too mysterious and terrifying, right?" Another monk said in horror.

They really couldn't calm down. After all, the scene in front of them was too scary. It was the first time they had seen such a strange thing in their lives.

The disciples of the Black Riders standing beside them couldn't help but let out a mocking smile when they heard what the monks said.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "It's really ignorant."

Hearing the words of these disciples of Heiqimen, the hearts of all the monks were suddenly filled with anger, and they stared at them.

Then a monk opened his mouth and shouted to him: "Junior, don't think that with Lin Qingfeng backing you, you can turn a blind eye to us, believe it or not, I will kill you with a slap?"

"That's right, a cultivator in the small sky fire realm dares to talk to us like this, he really wants to die." A cultivator echoed.

What they said was not bad, very reasonable, even if Lin Qingfeng came, there was no way to refute it.

After all, it would be extremely embarrassing for a big man like them to be ridiculed by a small man. Even if he shot and killed the disciple of the Black Knight, Lin Qingfeng had nothing to say.

But is this the case?If they make a move, will Lin Qingfeng really sit idly by?

"Ha ha."

At this moment, a gloomy smile came from all directions, reaching the ears of every monk.

Then, the smile stopped, and after a while, another overbearing and unparalleled words came: "You really think highly of yourself, in Heiqimen, you are a tiger, and you lie down for me, and you are a dragon, and you are coiled for me."

"No matter who you are, what kind of background you have, what kind of backing you have, in front of my eyes, you will be suppressed one by one, understand?"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were directly shocked, and they all thought of one person: 'Ghost Face Demon Lord', Lin Qingfeng.

Because, in the entire Black Rider Sect, only he, and only he, dared to say such a thing.

However, although his words echoed in the hall, people did not see it. It seems that he is not here at the moment?Or in other words, he is coming?

However, to everyone's surprise, Lin Qingfeng, the 'ghost-faced devil', was in the palace at this very moment.

It still majestically appeared in front of their eyes, but it was forgotten by them, and they didn't think it was him.

"Master Mojun, please come out and meet me." Someone said.

The one who spoke was a man wearing a Taoist robe, with a bronze face, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and a goatee beard floating on a pointed chin.

His figure is neither tall nor short, just like an ordinary person, with high shoulders, despite his age, but when he speaks, his voice is as vigorous and powerful as Hong Zhong.

This person is a casual cultivator, his cultivation base is astonishing, he has stepped into the realm of spiritual light, his body exudes a surging aura, like the might of the sky, penetrating people's hearts and souls.

It's really hard to see that if this old man is usually restrained, he really doesn't know that he is a master of the spiritual state.

"Isn't this Lord in front of you?" At this time, the voice of 'Ghost Face Demon Lord' sounded again.

Everyone was puzzled and puzzled, right in front of them?Suddenly, such a thought popped up in their hearts.

Could it be that the big black chair with thousands of ghost faces is the 'Ghost Mask Demon King'?
Thinking in this way, they turned their heads slowly and looked at the big chair with weird grimaces above the main hall.

Looking at it, they saw something important, and the scene in front of them frightened them into stupidity.

(End of this chapter)