late at night.
Far away in the Western Region, in the Temple of Heaven guarded by many palaces, the scholar sat on a high throne, looking quietly to the east without saying a word.
"The master of the palace has been looking at it for a long time. What are you looking at?"
Outside the temple, Archbishop Prairie looked back at the temple behind him and asked in confusion.
"Not sure."
On the side, Mu Shouzhi, the commander of the Silver Armored Cavalry, shook his head slightly and responded, "The master of the palace has the ability to know the world and can see some things that we can't see. Maybe something big is happening in the east."
"The only one who can make the palace master care is that big businessman."
Qi Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and he guessed, "Could it be that something earth-shattering happened in the Great Shang Dynasty?"
"archbishop!"
While the two were talking, a temple guard came over in a hurry, with a slight look of urgency on his face.
"What's up?"
When Qi Yu saw the guard approaching in a hurry, he frowned slightly and asked.
"Archbishop, the Son of God has gone to Ten Thousand Demons Ridge." The temple guard who delivered the letter said urgently.
"Ten Thousand Demon Ridge?"
When Mu Shouzhi and Qi Yu heard this name, their expressions changed.
How could the Son of God go there?
After a brief shock, Qi Yu came to his senses and immediately turned around and walked towards the temple behind.
This matter must be told to the palace master.
Ten Thousand Demons Ridge is a forbidden area where there is no life or death. If the Son of God enters there, there will be no possibility of coming back.
"Yan Xiaoyu went to Ten Thousand Demon Ridge?"
In the temple, Fu Jinglun had a strange look on his face after hearing the warning from the red archbishop in front of him. After a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand, let's go down."
"Palace Master."
When Qi Yu saw that the palace master had not made any statement, his expression slightly condensed and he reminded, "Aren't you going to send someone to stop him?"
"No need."
On the throne, Fu Jinglun said calmly, "He makes his own choice and bears the consequences. Living is luck, dying is fate. Go down."
When Archbishop Qi Jing heard this, his expression changed again and again, but he did not dare to say anything more. He bowed respectfully and accepted the order, "Yes!"
After a salute, Qi Yu turned around and left. The moment he left the palace, his eyes narrowed.
Once the Son of God is gone, there is a high probability that he will never come back. Perhaps, the palace master has long wanted to change his successor.
In the temple, after Qi Prison left, Fu Jinglun calmed down and looked towards the Central Plains again.
That aura is getting stronger and stronger. Can you take the last half step?
He also wanted to see what was in that palace.
The scholar looked east, paying attention to the shocking battle in Dashang Palace.
In an unknown place, in front of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, Yan Xiaoyu, wearing a blood-stained divine robe, stepped forward. In the past, the divine son of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, who was inferior to one person and outnumbered ten thousand people, now looked quite embarrassed.
Blood stains were vaguely visible on the moon-white divine robe, which could not be washed away. Moreover, because his cultivation was ruined, Yan Xiaoyu's face looked extremely pale, with almost no blood visible.
Only the high crown on the head tied up the long hair, which was very neat. It was obvious that it had been carefully arranged.
Yan Xiaoyu has always cared about her own appearance. As the Son of the God of Light, she must keep things as clean as possible at all times.
Late at night, in the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, the gloomy air filled the air, and the silence was eerie.
In front of the entrance, Yan Xiaoyu stopped and looked at the Jedi in front of him with a very calm expression.
Now that I have made my decision, there is not so much fear anymore.
After standing quietly for a moment, Yan Xiaoyu adjusted his clothes and hair crown, and then walked in step by step.
The cold wind blew by, and the blood-stained divine robes rustled. In the same life, as the Son of the God of Light, how could he be willing to lose to others.
Even if you pay for it with your life, you still have to fight for a chance to compete with the heroes in the world.
In the cold wind, Yan Xiaoyu's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the night, entering the legendary paradise on earth, Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.
Almost at the same time, in the polar night world of ice and snow, under the glacial lake where the water mirror set a restriction, the cry of children sounded again.
The God of Light, who has been sealed here by the demon goddess for more than a thousand years, has been looking for a way out of trouble all the time for thousands of years. In this life, the polar night is approaching, and the world is in urgent need of light.
The arrival of the God of Light seems to have been expected by everyone.
In the abyss, the demon statue exudes a terrifying oppressive force. In the blood pool below, the eyes of a much grown-up child exude a frightening aura. One is as dark as the abyss, and the other is as bright as the scorching sun.
"Bring the Son of Destiny as soon as possible!"
At this moment, an ancient voice sounded between heaven and earth, giving instructions.
"Yes, my lord."
In the far north world, where the demon clan is located, a powerful figure bowed respectfully and took orders.
The situation in Kyushu is about to change, and the battle between Dashang Palace and Rakshasa to break the sky is also intensifying.
Tao Yaoyao's sword penetrated the chest of a man in black, and black blood stained the night sky.
"boom!"
At the same time, the palm force of another man in black also came through the air and hit Tao Yaoyao hard on the left shoulder.
Suddenly, the sound of broken shoulder bones was heard, Tao Yaoyao stepped back several steps, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
In the cold wind, the man in black, whose chest was pierced by the sword, fell silently, and his breath gradually disappeared.
Ten steps away, Tao Yaoyao received a hard palm, and his left arm was unable to hang down. It was the first serious injury since the war.
Facing two masters of the virtual flower realm, as strong as a Rakshasa, it is impossible to remain unscathed.
Trading injury for life is the best outcome.
In front of Shou'an Palace, Emperor Shang's expression became more and more gloomy when he saw this scene.
"King Rakshasa."
At this moment, outside the battle, the three-foot sword, which had been severely injured by the eldest prince, barely suppressed the injury in his body. He looked at the woman in front of him, raised his sword and reentered the battle.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light shot through the air, killing him ruthlessly.
Tao Yaoyao sensed this, waved his sword, and with a bang, he forcibly blocked the attack of the three-foot sword.
The two swords clashed, the moves were sharp and the moves were ruthless.
Not far away, another man in black passed by, his heavy palms were as heavy as the waves, and he joined hands with the three-foot sword to fight the white-haired Rakshasa.
Tao Yaoyao fought one against two, with a sword, his murderous aura was shocking, and his brave fighting spirit was so dazzling in the dark night.
"His Majesty!"
When the three of them fought at a fever pitch, Zhuang Shisan, the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, finally arrived from behind. Without any hesitation, he drew his sword and charged forward.
"Back off!"
When the third person entered the battle, Tao Yaoyao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He roared angrily and raised his energy to the limit. He swung his sword and unleashed violent ferocious power, knocking all three of them away.
"Well!"
Under the terrifying impact, the corners of the mouths of the three people turned red. Three against one, they were at a disadvantage.
The next moment, in the sky above Tao Yaoyao, the illusory Dao flowers began to solidify little by little. Although it was not obvious, it was indeed happening.
In the palace, the powerful people from all sides felt this, and they all looked over with shock.
The virtual flowers solidify!
King Rakshasa, are you going to enter the six realms?
