Many people from the gods have never seen their fathers when they were born, and it is difficult to see them later, because most of the men in the gods are brave and fierce, and often leave their wives to fight and challenge, and end up dying outside or never returning.

The reason why Wang Hui thought that Xiao Buping was the father of the God King was not based on any real evidence, but was just a random guess, because he concluded that the God King could not be Xiao Buping's clone, because Xiao Buping's strength was definitely not as powerful as the God King, and a person was not as powerful as his own clone, which made it impossible to say.

"Xiao Buping, Xiao Buping, your son is dead. You did not protect him when he died, but came here to deal with the people of the Blue Blood Clan. You are really loyal enough." Wang Hui said sarcastically.

Xiao Buping's mouth twitched, and he murmured: "Die, he was dead. He never called me father before he died. He knew clearly. I thought there were so many opportunities that would always touch him. But now he is in the fourth place and is dead. What should I do?"

He kept repeating this sentence, his expression on his face changed unpredictably, and he suddenly stood up and shouted, "Who! Who killed him?"

Wang Hui said lightly: "It's just down."

"I'm going to kill you!"

"You have a good idea, but it's a pity that you don't have the ability. And if I move a little now, you will die." Wang Hui still said calmly.

"No, even if we die together, I will kill you, and we will definitely kill you." As he spoke, his angry body trembled. His body was cut by a sharp sword, and bright red blood flowed out and dripped on the ground. Soon the ground was dyed red, but he was very happy and stared at Wang Hui angrily.

"Bored!" Wang Hui looked at the crazy man, raised his hand gently, and the sharp sword had pierced it. Xiao Buping's body was torn into two halves.

However, at this moment, Wang Hui found that a stream of black smoke emerged from Xiao Buping's body, and there was no Nascent Soul, because most of the gods did not practice Nascent Soul. Compared with immortals, they prefer to practice their own bodies and make their bodies stronger.

"Be careful, that's the devil smoke!" Feng Xue Wuhen exclaimed on the side.

"Devil Smoke?" Wang Hui had never heard of this kind of smoke, but a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He put his hand on. The black smoke was swept into his palm and then condensed into a physical black ball.

Xiao Buping's body had fallen down and there was no sound at all. Only the black ball still emitted residual heat, as if it represented signs of Xiao Buping's survival.

"What exactly is Demon Smoke?" Wang Hui turned around and asked Feng Xue Wuhen.

"There was an evil god in the history of the gods. He was called the demon god. He could not practice himself, so he specifically relied on bewitching others to gain cultivation. Those who were bewitched by him would gain powerful power and produce demon smoke in their bodies. The demon god would absorb these demon smokes to continuously improve their strength. But this kind of demon smoke is extremely corrosive and devourable. As long as other people contact the demon smoke, they will either be corroded or devour... Of course, you are the only person I have ever seen who has not been swallowed or corroded by the demon smoke." Feng Xue Wuhen said with some fear.

"Demon God? According to your opinion, the demon god who had once disturbed the gods was resurrected again?" Wang Hui frowned and asked.

"It's not wrong. Xiao Buping's strength suddenly became so strong. My father had suspected it before. Now it seems that it should really be related to the Demon God."

Over there, Feng Xue Wuhen’s father, the chief of the Blue Blood Tribe. Feng Xue Mangshan sighed and said, “The purple unicorn guarding the Demon City has disappeared, and the terrifying demon god is about to come. Where is the future of the gods?”

"Devil Castle? Purple Qilin?" Wang Hui frowned and asked, "What's that?"

"That is a branch of the ancient legend of the gods. Many people are afraid that they no longer know their existence, but our Blue Blood Tribe has dictated this story from generation to generation, and has preserved this story to this day. There is also a bronze statue of purple Qilin sacrificed on the altar of our Blue Blood Tribe. However, not long ago, the bronze statue mysteriously disappeared. At that time, I was worried that something big happened. Now it seems that this is true. The Demon Castle is probably no longer guarded, and the demon god has come to this world again." Feng Xue Mangshan explained.

"Are the Demon God? As long as he dares to come out, I will let him go without a reply! He can't be stronger than the God King." Wang Hui smiled and said.

Feng Xuemian Shan shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong, because the Demon God's cultivation method is extremely strange. As long as he has a large mass base, he can have a cultivation speed that surpasses anyone. Even the God King may not be able to keep up with his cultivation speed. Moreover, every time he destroys, it is like he has experienced a big bang, and his power will increase exponentially or even dozens of times. The reason why he once disturbed the gods is uneasy is because of this."

Wang Hui frowned. If this is the case, it would be a bit troublesome. Nowadays, the Kingdom of God has a large population, and any one of them may become a follower of the demon god. Moreover, it is difficult for others to discover. Maybe among these people, there will be a follower of the demon god.

"Ah, no, I suddenly thought of something!" Huang Yan, who was standing beside him, suddenly patted his head and said.

"What's the matter?"

"I just said that Mu Yanhua was a well-behaved and obedient child in the past and would not be ungrateful. Why did she become like this now? Now that I think about it, maybe I was bewitched by the demon god, and that Master Tianren must be the same." Huang Yan explained.

"It's true that this is possible. In this way, you stay here first and I'll go and see the situation." After Wang Hui finished speaking, he had already arrived outside the cave.

After a breath, others had arrived in the ancient city.

When he went from the ancient city to the Blue Blood Tribe before, he did not move forward at full speed, so he was a little slower. Now this is his real speed.

The ancient city is still the same ancient city, but the people in the ancient city have disappeared and none of them are left behind.

Wang Hui's eyelids were pounding, looking around coldly, looking for any clues that would make him understand this matter. His eyes finally locked in a room.

"Demon God, you haven't left yet!" He knew that there was someone in the room, but he didn't know if it was a Demon God. This was just a deliberate statement that deceived the other party.

The doors and windows of the house were shattered, and a man in black clothes could not see clearly floated out of it. He was holding a person, a woman, and a woman who had been bitten half of his body. His bloody look made people's eyelids twitch.

"Are you the Demon God?" Wang Hui asked coldly.

"Gaga, it's not bad. Our family is the demon god. Who are you? How dare you talk to our family like this?" His laughter seemed like the throat of a duck, and it sounded very strange. His eyes flashed with even more strange light. In Wang Hui's eyes, it was like a bottomless abyss, and it couldn't see through it at all, but it seemed like it was about to be sucked in.

He knew that this was a kind of ** eye technique and it would never be wrong. The ability of demon gods to deceive sentient beings is also directly related to his eyes.

"That woman is Mu Yanhua?" Wang Hui asked again.

"Gaga, good, good, she's so good, you can recognize her?" The Demon God smiled.
Chapter completed!