Emperor Lingxiao

Chapter 388 The Return
Wu Que was very decisive, when he raised his hand, thousands of demonic energy overflowed from it, wisp after wisp, with a penetrating aura.

The demonic energy is astonishing, penetrating into the heart and soul, shattering the space wherever it passes, and falling pieces like shattered glass slag.

This blow showed no mercy, it was a lore, it was destruction.

If there is no accident, if there is no one to help the old man, he will be able to withstand Wu Que's blow.

Then, he will definitely be swallowed by this terrifying demonic energy, and his body will die.

"Friend Daoist, save me quickly, save me quickly." The old man was terrified, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

He looked at the monks beside him, those monks who were comparable to Wucai, with a look of asking for help.

It wasn't until now that he realized his fault. The fault was that he shouldn't talk so much, and shouldn't anger the harmless boy in front of him, but his shots were lore.

But even if you know you are wrong, is that useful?Will someone help him?

The monks didn't move, and didn't even look at him.

This is normal, for an ant in their eyes, to offend a peerless boy who will be called emperor in the future.

For them, it's not worth it.

When the old man saw those powerful beings beside him and was not moved at all, he knew that this time, he must be hopeless.

"God will kill me, God will kill me~~~~" the old man shouted hysterically.

At this moment, he regretted to the extreme. He really regretted it at the beginning. If he hadn't talked too much, such a thing would not have happened.

'哗啦啦~~'

Just when the ten thousand demonic energy that Wucai shot out was about to swallow up the disheartened old man, a miracle happened.

Tens of thousands of sacred and majestic purple clouds descended from the top of the hall suddenly, surrounding the old man.

These zixias carry a tyrannical light power, although they are not as strong as the magic energy played by Wucai.

However, it was Wuque's nemesis of the myriad of demonic qi, and he insisted on blocking the demonic qi around Zixia, so that there was no way for those demonic qi to invade the old man's body.

The old man's face was full of joy when he looked at the sacred, magnificent and rainbow-like purple clouds beside him.

He never thought that there would be someone to help him. This is really a hopeless situation, and there is another village where there is no way out.

"Who is it? Dare to stop me? Get out." Wu Que's eyes widened and he glared at the top of the hall.

He was very surprised, he did not expect that someone would help this old man, and the strength of this old man should not be underestimated, he had already stepped into the fairyland.

Although it was only to enter and exit the fairyland, the skills practiced by the other party completely restrained him.

This is the main reason for Wu Que's surprise.

Because, as far as he knows, there seems to be no such creatures in the entire Chentian Continent, but now they appear, which makes him guard against and fear the other party.

"This little guy's temper is quite violent, Ye Zi, is this the contemporary patriarch of the Yinming Demon Clan you mentioned?" Suddenly, such words came from above the hall.

As the person spoke, suddenly, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The faces of the monks were full of horror, and they were trembling all over.

The disciples of Heiqimen were overjoyed, and then they all knelt down on their knees, bowed to the top of the main hall, and said respectfully: "Welcome the master of the sect to return."

Hearing the words of the disciples of the Black Rider Sect, Wu Que reacted immediately, and said in his heart: "Sect Master? Could it be the ghost-faced Demon Lord?"

Thinking of this, he himself was startled, but at the same time, he was also confused. Didn't it mean that he and his king fell into the abyss of ten thousand calamities together?

But why did they come out after only a few days, it shouldn't be.

Moreover, the abyss of myriad calamities is known as the forbidden land of Chentian Continent. Even the ancient powers entered, but they never returned. Why can they come back?

Not only are they completely puzzled and confused, even other people, at this moment, have the same doubts in their hearts as he does.

But now, after hearing that voice, no matter how confused or unreasonable he was, he had to give up. The person who spoke was Lin Qingfeng, the ghost-faced demon lord.

And the leaf in his mouth is Ye Tian who accompanied him to the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations that day, and is now No.1 in the Eastern Region.

'Buzz~~'

An ear-piercing sound came from above the main hall, and then, the space there was distorted.

The space continued to shatter, and then a portal emerged from it.

Behind the portal, there are two figures, a man in black and white robes.

Just like that, the two of them stood horizontally in mid-air, without any breath coming out of their bodies.

But even so, the two of them still give people a strange feeling.

It seems that in front of the monks below, there are not two people, but two unshakable ancient sacred mountains, oppressing them and making them unable to breathe.

"Really, it is, the ghost-faced devil and Ye Tian." When the figures of Ye Tian and Lin Qingfeng fully appeared, some monks screamed.

The appearance of these two people caused turmoil, which they never expected.

These two people were able to walk out of the abyss of myriad calamities alive. It was too scary, too scary.

In the eyes of the monks, these two people in front of them simply created a miracle and broke the legend.

The abyss of myriad calamities is no longer a forbidden place where there is no entry and no exit. Lin Qingfeng and Ye Tian are proof that they have succeeded.

"Exactly, how is he, isn't he good? Better than us when we were young, right?" Ye Tian smiled, responding to Lin Qingfeng's previous question.

"Well, it's pretty good. He's very talented. He's a monster. He's better than us when we were young. How did you find him?" Lin Qingfeng looked at Ye Tian puzzled.

Facing Lin Qingfeng's question, Ye Tian did not answer, but smiled mysteriously.

After all, this is his and Wuque's secret.

"Forget it, don't say anything, let's go down." Lin Qingfeng shook his head, and then slowly stepped down from mid-air.

At the same time, Ye Tian also followed him, and the two walked down from midair, side by side.

They walked to the main seat in the main hall and sat together on a big chair.

"You guys want to destroy my Black Rider Gate, aren't you?" Lin Qingfeng said straightforwardly, questioning all the monks in the audience.

"No, no, Lord Demon Monarch, how dare we." Hearing this, the monks below shook their heads and collectively denied it.

"Oh? Since it's not, then, what's the matter with you coming to my sect?" Lin Qingfeng said indifferently, but there was a look of disdain for the world in his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, all the monks below are just a group of ants. As long as he wants to, he can destroy them all with a wave of his hand, and even make them fly away.

(End of this chapter)