The moon is rising and the clouds are surrounding, in the middle of the night.
The bright moonlight falls on this desolate square, shining on the mottled and moss-covered stone tablet of Jiuyou Huangquan Monument, and a cold atmosphere arises spontaneously.
Above the Jiuyou Huangquan Gate, the black mist that always surrounded it gradually dispersed under the illumination of the moonlight, revealing the picture of the hellish Shura evil ghosts struggling on the Jiuyou Huangquan Gate, illuminated by the moonlight. Under the bright light, everyone could see clearly that the black mist was not dispersed, but slowly absorbed by the stone door.
As the black mist blended into the stone door little by little, the motionless hell ghost image on the stone door gradually began to come to life, and the low whispers and sobs also became louder and louder.
When the moon reaches its zenith, a half-waned moon hangs just above the stone gate. The black fog on the Jiuyou Huangquan Gate has completely dissipated. The ferocious evil spirits on the stone gate and the numerous bones underneath seem to be alive. Coming over, shrill howls, curses, and whines filled the entire desolate square, and the bones of evil ghosts seemed to be struggling to break free from the stone door.
For a moment, this place seemed like a cave of ghosts.
What's strange is that even though there is no cover, as long as you leave this desolate square, these sounds never come out at all.
Under the ground, black light circulates, and a violent and violent aura gradually awakens.
The expressions of all the demons standing on the desolate square became tense. It was the smell of blood and endless killing intent. No one was more familiar with these than the demons.
Their eyesight shows no fear or dodge, just madness.
Jiang Yanzhi stood quietly in the center of a group of demons, his eyes calm, the sword box behind him swayed slightly, and there seemed to be a slight whistle from the sword's edge.
With a faint smile on his lips, Jiang Yanzhi seemed to be whispering, "Don't be anxious, there will be a day."
After saying that, Jiang Yanzhi slowly looked at the eerie and mottled stone door standing in the moonlight. The stone door was being opened under the auspices of the Yin family. The stone door opened little by little, and the howls of the evil ghosts and bones on the door were heard. The sound became even more shrill, and there were even lines of thick blood flowing down between the cracks in the door.
One day, I will split open this hell gate with one sword.
Jiang Yanzhi's eyes were calm, but he did not cover up the deep-buried flames. In the void, there was a clear sound of the sword in the sword box, like a dragon's low voice, like a phoenix's clear cry, for a long time.
Only Jiang Yan heard this sword cry.
Afterwards, the sword box returned to calm again.
The Nine Nether Underworld Gate was also completely opened under the moonlight. The moment it was opened, a huge river of blood washed out wrapped in the evil ghost and bones. Many demons were startled and subconsciously used magic weapons to block it. , but were surprised to find that the monstrous river of blood and the evil ghost's bones passed directly through them, and they were just phantoms!
On the field, there were only a few demons who looked calm, stood still, and never made a move.
It was these people who all looked at each other thoughtfully, with a strong fighting spirit in their crazy eyes. Of course, among these people, Jiang Yanzhi was also included. The sword box he was carrying behind him also made people look at each other thoughtfully. He received a lot of looks and killing intent.
There is no friendly discussion among the demons.
Jiang Yanzhi didn't care, but he didn't know if the Jiuyou Huangquan Tower could meet these people. If so, he might as well strike first.
A faint murderous intent also flashed in his eyes.
It only took a quarter of an hour for the Underworld Gate to open. After the Yin family gave a clear drink, all the demon cultivators waiting in the square flew in. As for the ones who came out, not one came out until the stone gate closed again.
Rumble.
The moonlight shifted and the stone door slammed shut, leaving only the Yin family worshiper in place, his face slightly pale.
Every time the Underworld Gate is opened, a lot of demonic energy is consumed. He recalled the performance of the demon cultivators when the stone gate was opened before. Several faces flashed in his mind, and then he meditated quietly in the void.
If these little guys can come out of the Jiuyou Huangquan Tower alive, they will definitely be the future of our demon clan.
Thinking of what these demon cultivators were here for, the demon priest slowly closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
The banquet of heroes held by the saint and the complicated power struggle within the royal family made the worshiper's scalp numb. It was also the same that he invited himself to guard the door of Jiuyou Huangquan Tower. He was far away from those struggles and could still be in this magical place. He continued to practice peacefully in Fumodu, which was full of aura.
I just hope that the banquet of heroes coming in a few days will not cause too much trouble.
The wind blew through this desolate and strange square, and the hunting cold wind was eliminated, just like all sounds were swallowed up by this square.
The bright moon shines brightly, but dark clouds gradually cover it.
The night in Fumodu is getting more and more lonely, but under the night, Fumodu has a bustling and prosperous atmosphere that is completely different from that in the daytime.
Lingchu came in the carriage of the Lan family brothers and sisters, and when they arrived at Fumodu, it happened to be dark at night.
There is no such thing as a curfew for the Demon Clan. In fact, as it gets late at night, the Demon Clan becomes more lively.
Fu Modu is the magical capital of the demon clan. Its vast area and the number of demon clans living in it are second to none. Such Fu Modu, when night falls, can be said to be a real dance of demons. .
The identity of the Lan family is quite useful, especially since Lan You is also a good friend of the demon saint. The three of them relaxed without any hindrance and were even treated as honored guests, completely ignoring the late night queues outside the city. There was a pair of long queues of demons waiting to enter the city, and they walked directly in from the gate on the other side.
Those who lined up in a long queue even only saw a magnificent chariot.
Lingchu and the Lan family brothers and sisters were sitting among them, and through the thin golden gauze curtains, they could vaguely see all kinds of demons outside.
His eyes lingered slightly on some demons with strange looks, but the demons outside the chariot could not detect this sight at all, because this thin gauze curtain was also an extraordinary monster.
This allows people inside the car to see outside, but people outside the car will not notice it at all.
Lan You liked Lingchu's gentle and beautiful sister very much. She sat next to Lingchu all the way, and when she saw Lingchu's gaze, she followed her gaze.
Wherever he looked, he saw an ordinary demon. If anything was different, it was that this demon had two short horns on his forehead. The skin on his face was not smooth. It has a light brown color and is rough, like tree bark.
In the arms of this demon, there is also a small demon, which also has two small horns on its head, but its skin is still smooth.
"Those demons are lower-level demons. They also have bloodline talents in their bodies. Unfortunately, they are not complete and cannot be controlled. They can only change into various strange shapes because of their bloodline." Lan You frowned and didn't look twice. Eyes, "This kind of thing is fine, some of them are really ugly."
Hearing this, Lingchu turned around and looked at Lan You, a little demon girl who was inexperienced in the world. Her eyes were filled with sympathy, indifference, and even more carelessness.
Yes, there are three, six or nine levels of demons. Those who have incomplete bloodline talents receive more cold looks than those demons without bloodline talents.
Lingchu didn't say much, just smiled and said softly, "I just think that child is quite cute."
At this time, the chariot had already passed by the demon father and son. Lan You thought about it for a moment and responded casually, "I was just cuter when I was a child."
Lingchu smiled and said no more.
(End of chapter)
