Demon Palace.
Located in a huge dark world.
The blood moon hangs high in the sky, and there are countless palaces in the intricate ravines and canyons.
The largest black palace among them is suspended in mid-air.
Demon son Situ Huan walked through the corridor of huge statues with strange postures on both sides, and came to a cliff on the abyss of the Demonic Mountain.
The cliff is bottomless, dark and full of evil mist.
He knelt down and said respectfully:
"Master, Prince Dayan has issued the Crown Prince's Edict, which brings us one step closer to your birth plan."
A deep voice came from the deep darkness, as well as the sound of chains being dragged.
"It's the Emperor Yan's imperial edict, it's been a thousand years."
"I didn't expect that Yan Zu, that guy, has been gone for so long, but the plans he left behind will still disgust me for hundreds of years!"
Even the always arrogant Number One Demon had to bow his head in front of the Demon Lord and said in a calm tone:
"Master, don't worry. Although the trip to the Immortal Sect has failed, several heaven and earth altars at the Beizhou Altar have been captured. Those Immortal Sect disciples are not worth mentioning. Several of the Huangquan Heaven and Earth have arrived through the heaven and earth altars. This world, and is willing to cooperate with the Demon Palace."
"It may take a few years at most, or a year and a half at least. The world of Immortal Dao will not last long."
The voice on the other end was silent for a while, and said slowly: "I'm afraid it's not that simple. That guy Yan Zu has always been cunning and scheming, and he has many trump cards left. In the past, most of the thirty-six Yan generals are dead now, but if it's big Prince Yan has reunited Yanzu’s old tribe, and together with the Lingshan Immortal Sect, this power cannot be underestimated.”
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Before I break through the seal, the Heavenly Demon World and the Underworld World alone are not enough to overwhelm the Immortal Dao."
Situ Huan frowned and thought carefully.
He only knew that there were six heavens and earths in the lower realm, namely Heavenly Demon, Underworld, Immortal Way, Wilderness, Divine Martial Arts, and Great Desolation.
It must be said that it is an extremely ironic thing that the path to ascension to the heaven and earth of immortality, which is respected by cultivating immortals, has been cut off.
Situ Huan's goal has always been to return to the Demon World, attack the eighth-turn golden elixir, and make himself stronger.
As early as the ancient times, everyone in the world used immortals to realize the Tao, followed the way of heaven, and paid homage to their ancestors. Only one young man was different. He went against the will of heaven and stepped on the immortal bone godhead. He became the most famous and supreme god in the ancient times and opened up the world of demons. world.
This person is the Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of the demonic lineage.
Since his birth, Situ Huan has felt that he is the same kind of person as the demon. He was born in the immortal world, unable to develop his fists and feet, and destined to be inferior to other worlds.
Looking at it now, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve my goal.
He worked hard to suppress his state and maintain himself at the peak of the golden elixir.
But after so many years, no way has been found to achieve the Nine Transformations.
He could only be forced to break the elixir and transform into an infant.
The voice from under the cliff of the magic mountain continued: "The entrance to the wild world is in Xizhou. Maybe we can fight for it. Those demon kings hate Yanzu very much."
Situ Huan's handsome face was extremely serious and said: "It's already being done. The Shenluo Empire intends to form an alliance with the Demon Sect. It is reported that a heaven and earth altar in Xizhou has been destroyed. It seems that it is not just us, but some forces in Xizhou I’m also thinking about the idea of a heaven and earth altar.”
"They must be the descendants of the Crow Immortal. Those guys from the ancient times are the least worried."
Situ Huan thought for a moment and then said: "Some people within the Demon Sect have been restless recently, but the position of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the Demon Sect remains unshakable."
"As long as you know how to do it, my out-of-body state cannot last for too long. We will discuss the specific matters with the palace masters."
"yes."
After Situ Huan left the Magic Mountain, an old man in blood-robed clothes walked towards him. His eyes were old and energetic, his body was filled with mist, and a purple gourd hung around his waist.
Situ Huan recognized the other person at a glance and said calmly: "Isn't this the Blood Slaughter Ancestor from the Blood Abyss Palace?"
The Blood Slaughter Ancestor laughed evilly, crossed his chest and raised his head and said:
"Mozi, Prince Dayan has come out of Lingshan. What are your plans?"
"According to the original plan, the main focus is to capture the altar of heaven and earth. This child has the blessing of heaven and the blessing of great luck. He can repeatedly turn danger into safety. It is obviously unwise to continue the fight."
The Blood Slaughter Ancestor nodded in agreement: "There are people with great supernatural powers in this world who have laid down new rules for the great road. It may not be that easy for the gods to take action. The master of the Immortality Temple is a Taoist master. He is really willing to do so. Use your hundreds of years of practice in exchange for a few years."
Situ Huan thought: "The inheritance of the Changsheng Taoist Temple originated from the ancient world. Master said that Ancestor Yan had good relations with the immortals in the ancient world, so it is not surprising that the Master of the Changsheng Temple helped Prince Dayan like this."
Then he sneered and said: "But I, the genius of the Demon Sect, am not a soft persimmon."
The Blood Slaughter Ancestor smiled and said: "The demon breaks through the Nascent Soul. There should be no opponents on the Immortal Sect. Even if there is no powerful ancestor to take action, it should be able to deal with it."
Situ Huan's reaction was dull.
"It's time to go to Xizhou and let me see if the Shinra Empire is really qualified to cooperate with the Demon Palace."
The corners of the Blood Slaughter Ancestor's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a casual tone: "Many sects under the Demon Sect have already known about the Heaven and Earth Altar, and have secretly reached agreements with many demon sects in Xizhou. The Demon has not reported this matter. Demon Lord?"
"There is no need to worry Master, I can handle it all by myself!" Situ Huan snorted coldly, and a powerful demonic power burst out from his body, making his clothes whistle.
Ancestor Blood Slaughter stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"With the advent of the great age, there are many long-awakened people in the demon sect and Gu kingdoms in Xizhou. I advise Demon Son to bring more offerings from the Demon Palace."
When Situ Huan heard this reminder, he didn't say much, but his face darkened.
The interior of the Demon Palace is not a piece of iron, especially after his undefeated myth was shattered.
Ever since the Lingshan Immortal Sect lost the battle with Prince Dayan, he had a vague feeling that someone in the Demon Sect was eyeing his position as the number one Demon Son.
Every ten years, the Heavenly Demon Palace will hold an election of demons, and the candidates come from all the major demon sects.
The strong one is respected and the victor is the king.
Twelve candidates stood out, and only one was a new devil, or a witch.
The newly appointed mako can challenge the old mako.
The rules are the same, the strong are respected.
Becoming the No. 1 Demon Son can learn the supreme secret "The Thirty-six Transformations of the Demon", and at the same time worship the Demon Lord as his teacher and gain control of the Demon Palace.
Even the palace masters of the major demon palaces must respect him and accept his delegation when facing necessary events.
And he, Situ Huan, has been sitting in the position of Demon Son for a hundred years.
Looking at the Tianmo Palace since its establishment for so long, it is a rare existence.
The number of demons under him has reached a very high level. On the surface, everything is calm, but in fact, there are countless people secretly coveting his position.
The reason why I broke through Nascent Soul was because of this consideration.
A mere golden elixir is no longer enough to suppress these guys.
Nanyu Mansion, Yantang Courtyard.
A few days have passed since the Yan Lord's imperial edict was issued, and everyone in the world was alarmed.
At this time, Zhao Huai was sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, with magic power flowing out of the golden elixir and continuously circulating around the sky.
His newly accepted disciple, Shen Yu'er, stood aside with his eyes wide open and full of curiosity.
"If you have any questions, just ask."
Although Zhao Huai closed his eyes, the sound transmission still reached Chen Yu'er's ears.
"Master is actually the crown prince of the Great Yan Empire?"
Chen Yu'er couldn't help it anymore and asked directly.
Since she learned about Zhao Huai's true identity, her attitude has become more cautious and she does not dare to neglect.
This is a deep inferiority complex.
She felt that the prince was the kind of aloof person who held the power of life and death, who was indifferent and noble.
When I was in the village before, I had never met even the prefect of a state, let alone the prince.
"So what."
Zhao Huai's tone was indifferent.
"It's amazing. The prince must have lived a life of prosperity and wealth without worries about food and clothing." Shen Yu'er said with emotion.
Zhao Huai slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "On the contrary, being a prince is not easy. For a few years, I almost lost my life."
"Who could hurt you?"
Zhao Huai stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the blooming flowers, and said: "There are too many. You have to understand that nothing in this world is absolute, especially cultivation."
"What about becoming an immortal? Didn't Master say that once you become an immortal, you can live alone?"
There was an indescribable complexity in Zhao Huai's eyes, and he said: "I felt this way before, but now it seems that it is not the case."
People as powerful as Yan Zu were not heard from after their ascension. Even though they used their great supernatural powers to learn that a great age was coming hundreds of years later, they made a series of arrangements.
If he does this, doesn't it mean that he may not be able to come back?
After Zhao Huai thought about it, he looked at Shen Yu'er and found that she had successfully entered Qi training, and her progress was quite fast.
He counted the time with his fingers and thought: "Counting the time, the Yan generals from all over the country should arrive. By then, the problem of the heaven and earth altar in Xizhou may be solved."
"No, where did Yin Nanyu go?"
Zhao Huai suddenly discovered that he had not seen Yin Nanyu for several days after returning.
"You practice well, Master, I will go out for a walk." Zhao Huai immediately turned around and asked.
"knew."
Chen Yuer nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Zhao Huai left the Yantang courtyard, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and finally found Song Zhishu in the ancestral hall.
At this time, Song Zhishu was kneeling in front of the hall in white mourning clothes.
When Zhao Huai came here, his expression suddenly became solemn. He walked to the front of the ancestral hall and bowed silently to a newly erected spiritual tablet.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Only then did Song Zhishu notice Zhao Huai's arrival. He looked very surprised, obviously not expecting the other party to come here.
"Senior Song Dynasty, who worked hard all his life, traveled around for the Great Yan, dedicated his life, and died. He deserves to go to the ancestral temple to worship his ancestors. Unfortunately, the old capital of the imperial mausoleum is in the north. If it returns to the old capital in the future, this prince will definitely fulfill this wish. "Zhao Huai said seriously.
Song Zhishu was very moved when he heard these words. He kowtowed and said in thanks, "Zhishu thanked His Highness the Crown Prince on behalf of my grandfather."
Zhao Huai sighed and said to the spirit tablet:
"Mr. Song, have a good trip."
"By the way, do you know where Yin Nanyu went?"
Zhao Huai did not forget the business and asked directly.
Upon hearing this doubt, Song Zhishu was startled and hesitantly said:
"Military advisor, she is missing."
"Missing?"
Zhao Huai frowned and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
Song Zhishu said with a sad look in his eyes: "That is what happened a few months ago, but I realized something was wrong recently. The military advisor has always been in charge. My grandfather is in charge, and General Hu leads the troops. In many places, the military advisor is responsible for major matters concerning people's livelihood. Recently, monks seeking redress of grievances came to our door, and the backlog of cases was so large that I realized that no one had been taking care of the local people's livelihood for a long time."
"After checking, I found that the military advisor had not submitted documents for a long time before His Highness left the country. It was as if he had disappeared."
Zhao Huai continued to ask: "What's going on with the cholera in the Raven Sect?"
"This happened when His Highness left Nanyu Mansion. Somehow, many members of the Crow Sect appeared one after another with quite a loud voice, but they were all suppressed by the Great Flame Dragon Rider. Strangely, Yes, there is no one in charge, it’s like it just happened.”
Hearing this, Zhao Huai fell into thinking.
He has always been very suspicious of Yin Nanyu's identity, and now it seems that the other party's identity is even more suspicious.
If Asukamon's identity is false, then what is her true identity?
"Where is Prince Dayan?! Is this how you welcome guests?"
At this moment, a buzzing voice sounded in the sky above Yantang Manor.
Zhao Huai and Song Zhishu both heard the sound and looked at each other.
"He is an envoy from the Shinra Empire."
Song Zhishu said seriously.
"Before Princess Shinra left last time, she said that today's humiliation will be punished in the future. Maybe she was looking for trouble."
"Trouble with me, Dayan? Then they came at the wrong time."
Zhao Huai turned his wrists expressionlessly and stretched his muscles.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?"
When Song Zhishu saw Zhao Huai's appearance, he quickly understood what he wanted to do and was very surprised.
When he saw the aura emerging from Zhao Huai's body, he put back his words of persuasion.
Obviously, during the trip to Lingshan, His Highness the Crown Prince's cultivation level has greatly improved.
Zhao Huai said calmly: "In today's world, the number of people who can be my rival can be counted on one hand."
In other words, he is already invincible in the world.
At this moment, in front of the vermilion gate of Yantang.
The soldiers of Dayan, who were wearing Xue Lin armor, were staggered, and a hole was smashed into the huge door.
A tall and fierce monk with bronzed skin stood at the door, with a haughty look on his face. He rode a huge green mink, and the pressure he unleashed made it impossible for the soldiers holding spears around him to take a step forward.
He sneered and said: "How can a prince whose country has perished long ago be qualified to issue an imperial edict from the Flame Lord? If Zhongzhou is unified, he may be barely qualified. Daxia is like a wolf by its side, the land of Zhongzhou has fallen, and the ten states in the north are still at the hands of foreigners. Here, the Flame Lord is just a joke in my opinion."
The sound was loud enough for pedestrians on the street to hear clearly.
The discerning monk saw the monk's attire, quickly recognized him, and exclaimed: "Xixie Diao Monk from Shenpo Cult, one of the top ten geniuses in Xizhou, once took the lead in holding a century-old competition in Xiaolingyin Temple. He won the first prize at the Buddhist Zen Conference, why did he come to Nanyu Mansion?"
"Xixie Diao Monk? I heard that the green fern under his seat was found from Lingshan Mountain. It is a strange beast. It is extremely fast and can travel thousands of miles in a day. Now the Shenpo Sect has bullied Dayan. Coming up?"
"It should be that Dayan offended the Shinra Empire. The Shenpo Sect is the state religion of the Shinra. It originated from Buddhism and has the same origin as the Xiaolingyin Temple. As early as the Middle Ages, the Shenpo Ancient Buddha took the initiative to break away from Buddhism and establish its own sect. Having founded the Shenpo Sect, their history is extremely long, no worse than that of Xiao Lingyin Temple."
The appearance of Xixie Diao Monk caused a sensation, and more and more monks watched the excitement on the street.
He stepped on the bodies of Dayan soldiers and acted recklessly in Nanyu Mansion. All the monks under Dayan were suppressed and knelt on the ground.
The Xixie Diao Monk sat on his mount Green Diao, and the Green Diao crushed over the bodies of the Great Yan soldiers.
Many sergeant commanders from Dayan saw this scene on the drum tower of the bunker and were furious. They wished they could kill him personally, but they had no choice. Even they were no match for this evil monk from Xizhou.
The monks around him shook their heads.
"Isn't that too cowardly? Isn't Prince Dayan the one who is known as the Lord of Dayan and defeated Situ Huan in the Immortal Sect?"
"How is it possible? Prince Dayan has always kept a very low profile. People like Situ Huan have never been defeated. This should be a rumor."
"Yes, the people of the Immortal Sect are very honorable. Maybe this is the rumor they spread. His life is at stake right now, so he probably won't show up. This evil monk has condensed several rounds of golden elixirs, and the aura on his body is like this powerful."
In Yantang Manor.
"Your Highness, won't you take action?"
Song Zhishu and all the young monks were unbearably angry, and they all looked at Zhao Huai in the center.
Granny Su Li and Yan Jiang Yang Biao also walked out of the guest room.
Granny Su Li said with an indifferent expression: "With the prince's command, I can destroy this evil monk with just one hand."
Zhao Huai shook his head, indicating that he was not in a hurry, then raised his head and looked at the sky.
The eyes are endlessly profound.
In an instant, the fate of the country was at stake, and the majestic white fairy dragon also raised its head, staring coldly at an old woman dressed as a Bodhisattva on the top of the mountain, with a mysterious aura, and a bald arhat with a golden body.
"Hehehe, have you discovered it? He is indeed the Great Yan True Dragon."
The old Bodhisattva woman let out an old laugh, and then smiled slightly.
In the courtyard.
"It seems that everyone has started to target me, Da Yan."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Huai kept throwing up the golden copper coins and putting them down again, and so on.
When everyone saw this scene, although they were surprised, they did not bother them.
At a certain moment, Zhao Huai held the copper coin in the air and smiled lightly: "Let me see who can outplay whom."
